At this hour, Yulong Residence should normally be closed. Rong Mochen must have inford them in advance, so both the chef and waitstaff stayed back, but apart from Rong Mochen and his party, there were no other guests in the restaurant.
In the private room permanently reserved for Rong Mochen at Yulong Residence, Jin Jumo had already ordered, then handed the nu to Jian Liangtong, who was glumly frowning and staring at Huo Shaojun. "I’ve ordered a few dishes you like. See if you want anything else?"
Jian Liangtong, spiritless, glanced at Jin Jumo and shook her head lightly.
Jin Jumo frowned and handed the nu to the waiter.
Rong Mochen ordered a bottle of 1982 red wine. After pouring the wine into a decanter, the waiter poured a glass for both Rong Mochen and Huo Shaojun. As the waiter was about to put it down, Jian Liangtong said quietly, "Pour a glass too."
The waiter nodded and poured Jian Liangtong half a glass, then left the room with the wine.
Jin Jumo furrowed her brow, glanced at Huo Shaojun, and saw him furrowing his long eyebrows, cold eyes fixed steadily on Jian Liangtong.
Jian Liangtong seed oblivious and lifted the wine glass to her lips.
Alard, Jin Jumo hurriedly reached out to stop Jian Liangtong, whispering, "Are you crazy? You know you can’t drink, don’t you?"
Jian Liangtong bit her lip, eyes red, glanced at Huo Shaojun, still staring icily at her, feeling utterly aggrieved, she rasped, "Ju Zi, don’t stop , I want to drink."
"Stop it!" Jin Jumo said in a low voice, "You’re allergic to alcohol. Drinking could cause you to go into shock—don’t gamble with your health."
Saying this, Jin Jumo took the wine from her hands and placed it far away.
Jian Liangtong’s eyelashes drooped, her hands resting on her knees, fingertips relentlessly picking at them.
Jin Jumo watched Jian Liangtong from the side, noticing the glimr of tears in her eyes, feeling a bit angry. She looked up at Huo Shaojun, about to say sothing when her hand under the table was suddenly grasped by another hand.
Jin Jumo frowned, looking towards Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen didn’t look at her, his expression indifferent.
Jin Jumo frowned even more. At this mont, Jian Liangtong stood up, "I’m going to the restroom."
After speaking, she lowered her head and rushed out of the room; Jin Jumo wanted to ntion there was a restroom in the room but didn’t have the chance.
Jin Jumo pressed her lips together, slightly uneasy. That girl appeared carefree on the outside but was truly quite the crier. She might have run to the restroom to cry, and so she stood to follow her.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood up, soone walked out of the room faster and silently.
Jin Jumo was startled.
"Why are you just standing there?" Rong Mochen teased, looking at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo pursed her lips, sitting down helplessly, watching as Rong Mochen continued to savor his wine at a leisurely pace.
Rong Mochen glanced at Jin Jumo from the corner of his eye, "It seems your friend hasn’t even been broken up for a month, and she’s already moved on to Shaojun’s arms?"
"..." Jin Jumo was stunned and took a while to react; soone seed to be planning to settle scores after the autumn harvest!
Slightly biting her lower lip, Jin Jumo forced a smile, "What is Mr. Rong saying? I don’t understand."
Rong Mochen snorted lightly, "Last ti you went to Ju City was for show, wasn’t it?"
Jin Jumo pressed her lips tightly, her Taohua eyes darting around, pretending not to hear.
Rong Mochen pinched her hand, causing Jin Jumo to wince in pain, looking at Rong Mochen.
"Did you know you were pregnant then?" Rong Mochen stared into Jin Jumo’s eyes.
Jin Jumo really wished he would drop the topic, smiling awkwardly, "That’s all in the past. Let’s not talk about it."
Previously, he didn’t know she faked her period pains, which was nothing, but now he exposed her blatantly. Recalling her act of pretending to have stomachaches, Jin Jumo felt mortified!
Rong Mochen squinted, deeply staring at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo was flustered by his silent gaze, feeling anxious, she took a breath and conceded, "I did suspect I was pregnant in Ju City, but it wasn’t confird. After returning to Z City and checking at the hospital, I confird I was pregnant."
"Were you never going to tell if I hadn’t found out?" Rong Mochen asked quietly, his dark eyes sharp.
Jin Jumo had no words because that was indeed her plan!
Rong Mochen chuckled softly, "Were you that afraid of finding out?"
Afraid! Of course!
Jin Jumo lowered her head, "From the beginning, Mr. Rong warned to behave and not have any ulterior motives. If I told Mr. Rong I was pregnant, he might think I did it on purpose, with ulterior motives. Moreover, I didn’t know Mr. Rong’s attitude towards the child, so it was impossible to tell him... especially after I decided to keep the child."
Rong Mochen listened quietly, his black eyelashes slightly drooping. After so ti, he said, "At that ti, Fu Mulan suspected you were pregnant, so she tested you with fish at every al?"
Jin Jumo nodded with a wry smile, "Probably. Miss Fu truly lives up to being Mr. Rong’s assistant. She attends to his affairs ticulously and thoroughly."
As she finished speaking, even Jin Jumo realized her tone was a tad unusual, quite sour...
Jin Jumo frowned tightly, keeping her head down to avoid looking at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen was taken aback at first, then stared at Jin Jumo with a playful glint in his dark eyes, his thin lips curling slightly, "Speaking of which, Fu Mulan does have a connection to you."
What connection could she have?
Jin Jumo looked up at him, puzzled.
"Wen Bozhi is her father." Rong Mochen said.
"...What?"
Jin Jumo was astonished.
Wen Bozhi is the chairman of New锐 Film and Television, but two years ago, Wen Bozhi suffered a sudden heart attack and beca a vegetable, still lying unconscious in the hospital.
However, Wen Bozhi’s surna is Wen, while Fu Mulan’s surna is Fu...
Wen Bozhi and Wen Qiye have a daughter. People in the circle all know she is studying abroad in Canada; her English na is Wendy, and her Chinese na is Wen Yi.
Besides Wen Yi, there hasn’t been any news of Wen Bozhi and Wen Qiye having other children.
Rong Mochen didn’t intend to say more, but seeing Jin Jumo’s eyes sparkling with curiosity, he had to say, "Fu Mulan took her mother’s surna. It was only two years ago that she was acknowledged by her father’s family. However, before her household registration could be updated, Wen Bozhi suddenly suffered a heart attack and beca a vegetative state. As a result, not many people know that Fu Mulan is Wen Bozhi’s daughter."
So, Fu Mulan is Wen Bozhi’s illegitimate daughter...
Haha, what a soap opera!
Jin Jumo twitched her lips and grinned at Rong Mochen, "As expected of Mr. Rong, knowing even such hidden details about your subordinates."
"..." Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow, looking at Jin Jumo with a faint smile, "Jealous?"
Jin Jumo narrowed her eyes slightly, "I never get jealous."
Rong Mochen let out a low hum from his nose and gave a cold glance at Jin Jumo, "I could never hire soone with unknown background as my assistant."
Jin Jumo shrugged, with an air of indifference.
Rong Mochen frowned, suddenly tightened his grip on Jin Jumo’s hand.
Jin Jumo gasped in pain, pursing her lips in resentnt as she looked at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen squinted, "You, woman, are so pretentious."
Jin Jumo’s face turned crimson; it was the first ti soone called her pretentious!
In her eyes, being called pretentious wasn’t a complint at all!
Just as she was about to say sothing, Jian Liangtong and Huo Shaojun walked in successively.
Jin Jumo clamped her mouth shut, resentfully withdrawing her hand from Rong Mochen’s grip and looked towards Jian Liangtong.
In just a short mont, it seed as if their roles had reversed.
Jian Liangtong had a small face drawn tight, looking all proud and assertive.
On the other hand, Huo Shaojun had his brows knitted together, his eyes fixed on Jian Liangtong with words unsaid.
Jin Jumo was left speechless.
Indeed, the tables sure do turn!
They finished eating dinner at Yulong Residence nearly at midnight.
Before leaving Yulong Residence, Jin Jumo unexpectedly asked the chef to pack a few more dishes.
"Ju Zi, didn’t you get enough to eat?" Jian Liangtong asked curiously.
Jin Jumo shook her head, "I’m full."
"Then why?" Jian Liangtong puzzledly pointed at the takeaway boxes in her hand.
Jin Jumo pursed her lips, "These are for soone else."
"Who?" Jian Liangtong was perplexed.
Jin Jumo didn’t speak, glancing with the corner of her eye at Rong Mochen, who was also silently watching her.
Jian Liangtong had a nature of digging until she got to the bottom; the less Jin Jumo said, the more curious she beca, urging her to ask, "Ju Zi..."
"Brother Ying probably didn’t get to eat after operating all day, so I’m bringing him so food," Jin Jumo finally said bluntly.
"..."
Jian Liangtong’s expression changed multiple tis. She no longer pushed questions, obediently zipped her lips, shrugged apologetically at Jin Jumo, then sneaked a glance at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen maintained his indifferent deanor, divulging none of his true feelings from beneath that cold facade.
"Well, we have to fly sowhere else early tomorrow for an event, so we’ll be leaving," Jian Liangtong said with a dry laugh.
Jin Jumo shot her a look: This unfaithful friend!
Jian Liangtong licked her lips and dashed off, dragging Huo Shaojun with her.
"Without a car, how are you going to get back?" Jin Jumo called out after their retreating figures.
Jian Liangtong didn’t even look back, "Taxi."
"..."
Watching the two get into a taxi, Jin Jumo looked sowhat awkwardly at Rong Mochen, "So, Mr. Rong you..."
Rong Mochen didn’t say a word, just took the takeaway boxes from Jin Jumo’s hand and walked towards the Spyker.
Jin Jumo’s expression stiffened and she had no choice but to follow.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Jin Jumo glanced back at the boxes he placed on the back seat, then sat up straight. As the car started, she turned to him, "I just wanted to thank Brother Ying. He operated from eight in the morning until ten at night without a break or al, all because of my grandfather. So I wanted to bring him so food as a gesture of gratitude."
No sooner had Jin Jumo spoken than the car abruptly screeched to a halt by the roadside.
Jerked forward by inertia, Jin Jumo almost fell, but Rong Mochen quickly steadied her by grabbing her arm.
Jin Jumo steadied herself, still shaken, looking at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen tightened his grip on her slender wrist, which he could easily hold with two fingers, his dark eyes sternly fixed on her, "If your intention is so pure, why did you feel the need to explain it to ?"
"..." Jin Jumo was stunned, her eyes wide as she looked at him.
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