Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 405 - 385: Stop It!

Jin Jumo glanced at the phone screen that dimmed, then looked up with a bright smile at Rong Mochen, "You’re done with your shower."

Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow in acknowledgment.

As he approached, Jin Jumo tiptoed to kiss his cheek and said, "Then I’ll go shower."

With that, Jin Jumo brushed past him, heading toward the bathroom.

"Are you sure you want to take your phone into the bathroom?" Rong Mochen slightly turned his head, his deep eyes staring at Jin Jumo’s back.

Jin Jumo didn’t stop walking, responding naturally, "Today I suddenly feel like listening to music while showering."

Rong Mochen spoke as usual, "Don’t take too long."

"Mm, I know."

Watching Jin Jumo enter the bathroom, the bathroom door closed in front of him.

Rong Mochen’s calm dark eyes suddenly deepened, like an ancient well, fixating on that bathroom door.

Jin Jumo spent about half an hour in the bathroom before coming out.

Rong Mochen was already in bed, lazily leaning against the headboard, holding an unlit cigarette between his left index and middle fingers, his dark eyes half-squinting as he glanced at her.

Jin Jumo, for some reason, felt unable to meet his eyes, instinctively averting her gaze.

Placing the phone on the bedside table, she silently lifted the covers and lay down, snuggling into his embrace as usual.

Rong Mochen wrapped his right arm around her waist, kissed her forehead, placed the cigarette on the bedside table, picked up the remote to turn off the light, and lay down.

The room instantly dimmed, and the surrounding sounds suddenly became easier to capture and feel.

Like their close breathing sounds.

They embraced each other like always, their hearts positioned at the closest distance to one another.

Everything was as usual, but Jin Jumo still felt a bit suffocated and uneasy.

"Uh..." Rong Mochen’s breathing deepened sharply, his face tense as he looked down at Jin Jumo, his voice hoarse, "Stop it!"

Jin Jumo twisted her wrist, slowly sliding her lips to his corner and murmured shyly, "Today is our first day as newlyweds, equivalent to our wedding night, it would be a waste not to do something."

Rong Mochen’s eyelid twitched fiercely, rationally knowing he should stop her, but emotionally and physically, he only hoped she’d hurry or focus more intensely.

In the end, it was the emotions that took the lead.

A good half hour passed before the room returned to silence.

Jin Jumo leaned against him for a while before lifting the covers and getting out of bed, heading to the bathroom.

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes were astonishingly bright, watching Jin Jumo walk in.

The sound of running water from the bathroom lasted for two to three minutes.

Afterwards, Jin Jumo came back out.

Jin Jumo got into bed and nestled back into his warm chest.

Rong Mochen half-hugged her, his prominent nose brushing her ear, speaking hoarsely, "Sleep."

Jin Jumo’s eyelashes fluttered.

She thought he should at least say something...

Jin Jumo couldn’t tell if she felt disappointed or surprised, just that her heart sank a bit.

After saying that, he spoke no more, even his breathing became lighter, as if he truly had fallen asleep.

During pregnancy, Jin Jumo was prone to drowsiness; even with a heavy heart, it didn’t affect her. Ten minutes later, she couldn’t resist closing her eyes, drifting into sleep.

Jin Jumo was in deep sleep for about a quarter of an hour.

The man who had his eyes closed suddenly opened them, frowning slightly as he gazed at Jin Jumo’s sleeping face, then gently eased her off him, lifted the covers, and got out of bed.

Getting out of bed, Rong Mochen walked around the foot of the bed to Jin Jumo’s side of the bedside table, picked up the phone on top, unlocked it skillfully, and opened the text messages.

"I have time tomorrow, let’s meet then."

Under the dim nightlight, Rong Mochen stared at the softly glowing phone screen, his pitch-black eyes like midnight stars shimmering with a cold luminescence.

The next day, when Jin Jumo woke up, Rong Mochen had already left the villa for work.

Sitting up in bed, Jin Jumo glanced around the room, which suddenly felt especially empty to her.

After sitting idly for about twenty minutes, Jin Jumo finally got up to wash and change clothes.

"No need, I know where it is, I’m heading over now."

As Tan Yu was cleaning the villa’s living room with the maids, she heard Jin Jumo’s voice descending from the second floor and looked up.

Seeing Jin Jumo in her outgoing clothes, Tan Yu walked towards the staircase with curiosity, watching as Jin Jumo came down from the second floor, "Miss, are you going out?"

"Yes, I have something to take care of. But I’ll be back soon." Jin Jumo walked downstairs and stood in front of Tan Yu, "Did Mr. Rong say he would be back for lunch?"

"Oh, Mr. Rong said he wouldn’t be back for lunch today due to some engagements, so you don’t need to wait for him," Tan Yu replied.

Not coming back?

Jin Jumo was silent for a few seconds, nodded, "Got it, I’m heading out then."

"Miss, you’re leaving without breakfast?" Tan Yu followed behind Jin Jumo, showing concern.

"I’ll eat out," Jin Jumo said.

Tan Yu paused and, watching Jin Jumo’s departing figure, reminded her, "Make sure the driver goes slowly, be careful on the road."

"Okay."

Until Jin Jumo’s figure completely disappeared from sight, Tan Yu’s eyes flashed slightly. She turned and hurried upstairs, reaching the study’s door, and was about to knock when the door suddenly opened from the inside before her.

Tan Yu was momentarily stunned, almost instantly retracting her hand, facing the man radiating innate nobility and a commanding presence, feeling unable to suppress her nervousness, "Mr. Rong, Miss has left."

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes glanced past Tan Yu towards the villa’s entrance, his voice cold as ice, "I know."

Tan Yu nodded and turned to go downstairs.

Though she also wondered why he hadn’t gone to the company but still wanted her to inform Jin Jumo with the company as a reason?

But she dared not ask!

She also had no right to interfere.

In a refined book café filled with the aroma of books, Jin Jumo and Ying Jingyao sat facing each other in the corner booth.

Jin Jumo lowered her gaze, looking at the teapot exuding a faint tea scent in front of her, her demeanor serene, perfectly matching the café’s tranquil elegance.

Ying Jingyao’s gaze carefully concealed his longing, his distinct hands gently clasped on the desk, his distinguished face revealing some restraint and unease, "Momo, thank you for agreeing to meet me."

Hearing this, Jin Jumo gently lifted her head, her eyes calm as she looked at him, "No matter what, you’re Xixi and Hanhan’s Uncle Ying. We’re just meeting like ordinary friends, there’s no ’agreeing’ or ’not agreeing’."

"... Ordinary friends?" Ying Jingyao’s clear eyes showed a hint of pain, watching Jin Jumo and muttering her words.

"Jingyao, I still appreciate the care and love you’ve shown Xixi and Hanhan over the years. Without you, these years would have been even tougher for me. I will always cherish this gratitude in my heart and never forget, and I hope you don’t ruin this gratitude."

Jin Jumo frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed, her light-colored lips curling, the deep happiness in her peach-blossom eyes piercing Ying Jingyao’s eyes. She softly said, "Jingyao, I’m very happy now, and I hope you can find happiness too. Really."

Ying Jingyao’s clear eyes suppressed the pain, every inch of his gaze fixed tightly on Jin Jumo, his gentle voice slightly somber, "So, I have no more chances, right? Not even a little chance, right?"

Jin Jumo’s brow furrowed, then faintly lifted the corners of her lips, her clear peach-blossom eyes openly and purely looked at Ying Jingyao.

She said nothing, but he believed he could understand the answer in her heart.

Ying Jingyao’s expression suddenly dimmed significantly, his eyes quietly watched Jin Jumo for a long while, then he said softly, "The current result is my own doing. Originally, I could have been, could have been the person closest to you, the one you rely on, the one who accompanies you for the rest of your life. But I made a mistake, I deceived you, made you sad and disappointed, right?"

Jin Jumo did not avoid his guilt-ridden gaze, her face calm, the emotions in her eyes faint, "The past is past, it’s an established fact. We can never go back to the past, because we can’t go back, so we simply don’t know that even if what has happened didn’t happen, what would our decisions be? So, talking about the past is the most meaningless thing."

How can she be so calm! As if an outsider on an unfamiliar road.

Ying Jingyao looked painfully at Jin Jumo; her coldness and composed demeanor, like a cold sword, continually stabbed various parts of his body.

Jin Jumo glanced at the blue veins emerging prominently on the back of his intertwined hands on the table, quickly frowned, and looked up at Ying Jingyao’s tense face, "Jingyao, maybe saying this now makes you think I’m detestable and hypocritical. But I still have to say it. You are great; you deserve a girl who can love you wholeheartedly."

Ying Jingyao’s eyes turned a shade of crimson, a self-mocking smirk on his lips as he stared at Jin Jumo, "Hearing you say that really makes me feel annoyed."

All her excuses and hopes for his future served only to tell him she did not truly love him! And there was no chance at all for them!

He hated hearing her say such things!

He loved her for five years, and she once wanted to rely on him too.

The most painful thing in the world is probably achieving what you wanted with great effort, only to have it taken away before you could rejoice!

Jin Jumo’s eyes softly shifted, finally saying after a while, "Then just be annoyed."

Ying Jingyao abruptly closed his eyes, his face and neck flushed purple-red, the veins on his neck and forehead terrifyingly bulging through his skin, as if any moment they might burst out.

Jin Jumo’s pupils contracted tightly, lightly holding her breath watching Ying Jingyao.

After a while, Ying Jingyao slowly opened his eyes, looking at Jin Jumo, hoarsely saying, "I suppose he’s told you everything that happened four years ago."

Jin Jumo stared at the red streaks in his eyes, pursing her lips tightly.

Ying Jingyao smirked cynically, "He must have told you that my rescuing you from the car accident back then was a trap I orchestrated, right?"