Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 404 - 384: Even Though She Did Nothing Wrong (2)
Rong Mochen stared coldly at Jin Jumo, the corners of his thin lips curled sarcastically, "Don’t mind me, answer it if you want."
Jin Jumo was sweating at the forehead, the phone rang once and then started ringing again.
Jin Jumo felt like what she was holding wasn’t a phone, but a hot potato, unable to decide whether to toss it away or keep it.
With each ring of the phone, Rong Mochen’s expression grew worse, his cold gaze stacking in layers upon Jin Jumo. "What, am I here preventing you from answering the call? Should I step out so you can answer it? Maybe there’s something you can’t say in front of me?"
Jin Jumo, "Uh..."
"Should I answer it?" Jin Jumo held back for a while, glanced at him unhappily, feeling a bit annoyed inside.
He knew her feelings well, yet purposely said such things to upset her!
Moreover, she already mentioned she wouldn’t answer, yet he continued!
A throbbing vein pulsed at Rong Mochen’s temple, his thin lips set taut as he stared somberly at Jin Jumo.
The look seemed to say: Go ahead and answer it if you dare!
Jin Jumo frowned, hesitated while gripping the phone before finally answering it.
Ying Jingyao, who hadn’t contacted her for so long, suddenly called repeatedly.
She worried he actually needed something important from her!
Though he had deceived her before, over these years, his care for Xixi and Hanhan, and for her, could not be entirely disregarded.
If it weren’t for his feelings for her, Jin Jumo did not doubt that they could have been great friends!
Seeing that Jin Jumo really answered the call.
Rong Mochen’s tense handsome face seemed to contort, furious!
His dark eyes blazed with anger, glaring at Jin Jumo in a manner as if he wished to tear her apart!
Jin Jumo’s back stiffened, quickly turned her gaze away, avoiding eye contact with him.
Steeling herself, she finally spoke, "Hello."
"Momo, it’s me." The voice from the other end was gentle but urgent.
Jin Jumo suppressed the numbing stiffness in half her face, speaking softly, "I know, Jingyao."
"...I thought you didn’t want to take my call," Ying Jingyao’s voice sounded somewhat bitter and tense.
At his words, Jin Jumo instinctively frowned, "Do you have something?"
"So now must we have something important to speak over the phone?" Ying Jingyao chuckled lightly, but his laughter was raspy.
Jin Jumo lowered her eyelashes, staying silent.
She couldn’t bring herself to utter heartless words.
Words that might give him hope, even a little, such words, she couldn’t say!
In reality, their relationship indeed was no longer one where they could chat without a reason!
"Momo, I’m in Z City now." Both ends of the line paused for a while, Ying Jingyao finally spoke, his voice carrying a hint of expectation.
Jin Jumo was taken aback, "You’re in Z City?"
"Yes. Momo, do you have time?" Ying Jingyao immediately continued.
Jin Jumo’s heart trembled slightly, instinctively glancing at the man beside her who was glaring danger at her, a tightness forming in her throat, "I..."
"You’re now truly Mrs. Rong, stop taking those random calls! Otherwise, see how I’ll deal with you!" Rong Mochen said fiercely as he shoved the already hung-up phone into her hand, glaring at her full of hostility.
"...You’re too overbearing." Jin Jumo murmured a small complaint.
Rong Mochen frowned, studied her distressed and resentful little face for a while, then said coolly, "Did you just find out today how domineering I am?"
"Uh..." Jin Jumo glared at him in dissatisfaction, raising the phone to his face, "See for yourself."
Rong Mochen pressed his thin lips, lowered his gaze to look at the area near Jin Jumo’s thumb, where the originally smooth skin was now red and faintly marked with blood vessels.
His brow furrowed more deeply, but Rong Mochen said nothing, nor did he show the usual concern for her.
Without sparing Jin Jumo a glance, he coldly turned and walked out of the bedroom.
Jin Jumo was stunned, staring at his straight back, as cold as Xiao Han’s.
At this moment, Jin Jumo only had one thought: How could she like such a twisted person! Constantly resorting to self-torture, seriously?
After Rong Mochen left the bedroom, Jin Jumo stood on the balcony conflicted for a while, ultimately deciding not to return Ying Jingyao’s call.
Today was the first day they got their marriage certificate, he left behind the company’s accumulated work to stay with her, although he didn’t verbally express it, she understood it implicitly.
She had already displeased him earlier, and now, selfishly, she didn’t want to cause him any further discomfort.
Thinking it through, Jin Jumo took a deep breath, turned, and walked out of the bedroom, heading to the study next door.
To her surprise, Rong Mochen was not in the study.
Jin Jumo’s heart sank slightly, had he left the villa to go to the company?
Jin Jumo took a deep breath, quickly came out of the study, and walked downstairs, "Aunt Tan, where is Mr. Rong?"
Tan Yu was in the kitchen making soup. Hearing Jin Jumo’s urgent voice, she thought something had happened and hurried out of the kitchen, looking at Jin Jumo quickly heading down the stairs. She immediately approached her nervously, "Miss, you must be careful, it’s a special time now, you can’t be so reckless, what if you hurt the child in your belly?"
At the moment when Jin Jumo walked down the stairs, Tan Yu hurriedly supported her arm, looking at her anxiously.
"Where is Mr. Rong? Did he go out? How long has he been gone?" Jin Jumo asked hurriedly.
"Huh..." Tan Yu was stunned, staring at Jin Jumo strangely for a moment. Her conflicted gaze then slightly shifted over Jin Jumo’s shoulder.
Jin Jumo felt a twitch between her eyebrows, her long eyelashes fluttered lightly, and turned to look at the living room behind her.
The man she was urgently looking for was now standing in front of the living room sofa, his stern face tense, his deep black eyes staring at her.
Jin Jumo’s tightly wound heart instantly relaxed, exhaling quietly, and without hesitation, she walked toward someone in the living room.
Tan Yu looked at Jin Jumo bewilderedly, then glanced at Rong Mochen, shook her head in confusion, and returned to the kitchen.
"I thought you went to the company." Jin Jumo stood in front of Rong Mochen, her face flushed as she carefully reached to hold his large hand, deliberately softening her voice.
Rong Mochen frowned, gently squeezed her hand and then let go, his voice stern, "You are pregnant now, you need to act like a pregnant woman!"
Seeing her race down the stairs just now, his heart had almost jumped out!
Jin Jumo immediately grabbed his hand, used her other hand to embrace his waist, looked up like a spoiled little cat, her voice soft and docile, "Mm-hmm, I’ll listen to you, next time I won’t be so careless to make you worry. But I’m not sure if I rushed too much coming downstairs just now, I’m feeling a bit anxious now."
"Anxious?" Rong Mochen indeed became nervous, frowned deeply, hooked his hand around Jin Jumo’s waist, lowered his gaze, and anxiously looked at her heart.
Seeing the intense worry in his eyes, Jin Jumo felt a stab of guilt.
She shouldn’t scare him like this!
Even though she just didn’t want him to continue ignoring her, continue being upset with her.
Jin Jumo hurriedly hugged him, wrapping her arms around his waist, her face pressed against his chest, "It’s okay, don’t worry, it’s just from rushing too much, my heart is beating a little fast. Just let me lean on you for a moment, and I’ll be fine."
"Really okay?" Rong Mochen still wasn’t assured, his palm pressed against her heart, smoothing it as he asked tightly at her ear.
"...Mm." Jin Jumo pressed her lips together tightly, burying her whole face in his stably beating left chest.
Rong Mochen suddenly covered her eyes with his hand, his voice hoarse, "Don’t look at me with those eyes."
"Huh..." Jin Jumo was stunned!
What kind of eyes? Like a wolf? Or hungry?
Rong Mochen kept Jin Jumo’s eyes covered for at least five minutes, before slowly removing his hand.
His dark eyes still deeply locked on Jin Jumo, suddenly filled with a fierce tone, "Try provoking me again!"
Jin Jumo thought he was referring to her answering Ying Jingyao’s call earlier, guiltily reached out and tugged at his cold sleeve, "It’s my fault today, I shouldn’t have done things that made you unhappy on a day like this, making you angry. They say pregnancy makes you silly for three years, can you overlook it considering my pregnancy?"
Jin Jumo thought to herself, she really was trying hard, even saying things akin to calling herself stupid!
Rong Mochen paused for a moment, then leaned in to Jin Jumo and spoke in a low voice, "Realized your mistake?"
Jin Jumo lowered her head, nodding resignedly.
"Will you do it again?" Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow.
Jin Jumo obediently shook her head.
Rong Mochen’s black eyes softened, his tone also became much gentler, even with a hint of a soft smile, "Only while you’re pregnant."
"Huh..." What?
Jin Jumo looked at him perplexedly.
What does it mean, only while she’s pregnant?
Rong Mochen’s lips curved subtly, his handsome face leaning toward her, speaking in a sexy tone, "After the child is born, you can gradually return to your true nature."
Jin Jumo’s bright eyes froze for a second, suddenly widened, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment all over again!
It seemed the two of them weren’t on the same page at all!
She lowered her eyes slightly, certainly not foolish enough to correct him, pursing her lips, the red on her face seemed to acknowledge.
But Rong Mochen was in a good mood, his chest soft, holding her affectionately in his arms, rubbing again and again.
Until after dinner when they returned to their bedroom, neither of them proactively mentioned Ying Jingyao again.
As if Ying Jingyao hadn’t called at all.
Rong Mochen went to the bathroom to shower, and Jin Jumo picked up her phone which she had left upstairs and hadn’t brought down, unlocking it.
When she saw the screen displaying over thirty missed calls, all from Ying Jingyao, her brow inevitably furrowed.
Holding the phone with slight hesitation, Jin Jumo didn’t call back but sent Ying Jingyao a text message: I have time tomorrow, let’s meet then.
Just as Jin Jumo sent the message, Rong Mochen came out of the bathroom.
Seeing Jin Jumo holding the phone, Rong Mochen’s dark eyes slightly contracted, he hung the towel for drying his short hair around his neck, and walked toward Jin Jumo.
