So pretended to visit relatives, so suddenly feigned illness, and others tried to bribe the security to let them through, and so forth.
Fortunately, the security had a firm mindset and did not abandon their duties for a bit of small profit.
"President Rong is coming out."
Soone among the reporters suddenly shouted.
All the reporters looked ahead, and the previously noisy environnt instantly fell silent.
Rong Mochen was still wearing the down jacket he had worn when he went out last night. The down jacket was open, revealing a simple, casual light-colored turtleneck sweater and leisure trousers inside. His figure was comparable to a supermodel’s, yet he exuded an incomparably cold aura. His cold, captivating face was calm, dark, and unfathomable eyes were like a deep ancient well, holding mysteries and dangers.
Rong Mochen stepped out of the VIP building and stood tall on the steps. His dark eyes scanned the reporters present lightly, his tone as cold as glacial waters, "So curious about what my future wife looks like?"
The reporters looked at each other, yet no one dared to speak due to Rong Mochen’s chillingly pursed lips.
"Do you all have to see her?" Rong Mochen’s voice was level and steady, each word jumped out of his throat, yet seed to carry a certain awe-inspiring authority.
Once again, the reporters fell silent; no one wanted to risk clashing with the law.
The atmosphere was so quiet one could almost hear the sound of breathing.
"I will say it only once." Rong Mochen lowered his brows, his voice cold yet deeply restrained, "No matter how you secretly followed and investigated before, I pretended not to notice. But from today on, if anyone bothers my wife or displeases her, I, Rong Mochen, will pursue it to the end!"
"..."
The reporters were stunned by Rong Mochen’s chilling tone, and everyone felt a cold sweat in their hearts.
Moreover, the two had not yet held a wedding, but Rong Mochen was already referring to her as "my wife," which showed how important the mysterious "Mrs. Rong" was to him.
After Rong Mochen uttered these words, it wasn’t long before the reporters blocking the VIP building began to leave in low spirits in twos and threes.
After all, in Z City, Rong Mochen had always been decisive, held the lifeline of Z City’s economy, and had close ties with the political Xiao Family. Who would dare to easily provoke such a person?
Yet everyone’s curiosity about the future Mrs. Rong only grew stronger.
And there was so regret; they had been so close to seeing the true face of the president’s wife, and they had co full of expectations, but in the end, they not only didn’t see her but also angered soone they hoped never to offend in their lives. At this mont, everyone leaving felt both disappointed and fearful.
Xiao Yao returned to the ward only after everyone had dispersed.
Jin Jumo was sitting on a chair in front of the bed, massaging Jin Jiancheng. Upon hearing footsteps, she turned her head to glance.
"The annoying reporters were all scared away by the big boss. The big boss gets ten thousand plus points for being domineering. So manly," Xiao Yao said, clutching his heart.
Jin Jumo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, she said nothing, and turned back, letting her gaze quietly fall on Jin Jiancheng’s face.
Seeing her state, Xiao Yao assud that Jin Jumo was feeling down and sad because of Jin Jiancheng. Lowering his hands slowly, he looked at her and said, "Ju Mo, don’t worry too much about Grandpa Jin. As long as we keep up Grandpa Jin’s rehabilitation, he will definitely get better in ti."
Jin Jumo’s throat moved a bit, yet she said, "What about him?"
Xiao Yao paused, realizing who she was referring to, his eyes flickered gently as he hesitated, "Mr. Rong seems to have left too."
Jin Jumo lowered her lashes and said nothing more.
Xiao Yao stood there for a mont, not knowing how to comfort her, then turned and left.
Listening to the sound of the ward door closing, Jin Jumo lifted her lashes, her soft white hand gently caressing Jin Jiancheng’s bluish-pale face, her voice low and hoarse, "Grandpa, was I wrong?"
At the old Rong family ho, in the main hall.
Rong Zhengfeng was gripping his cane, seated on the main sofa, his upright face showing a trace of oddness as he glanced at Fang Jingyi, and Rong Sinan and Tang Ruan seated on either side, before finally looking at Rong Mochen smoking on the sofa opposite him.
Rong Mochen’s face was expressionless, his long black eyelashes lightly drooping over his eyelids, a cigarette clamped in his thin-edged lips, the ager smoke veiling his face, making it even harder to discern.
"Mo Chen, everyone is here because you called for them, is there sothing you want to address?" Rong Sinan, looking at Rong Mochen’s stern profile, asked, pressing his lips and speaking in a gentle voice.
Rong Mochen took a drag on the cigarette pinched between his fingers, and as the wisps of smoke slowly exhaled from his thin lips, he rely cast a glance at Rong Sinan in response.
Fang Jingyi’s face was stern, staring harshly at Rong Mochen, she rebuked in a low voice, "Who allowed you to smoke in here?"
Rong Mochen scoffed coldly, raising his eyes, his gaze icy as he looked at Fang Jingyi, "Have you never considered your son in your heart?"
"..."
When Rong Mochen said this, everyone present was montarily stunned.
Tang Ruan frowned slightly, looked at Rong Mochen with so concern.
"Mo Chen, don’t speak nonsense. If you weren’t your mother’s son, whose could you be?" Rong Zhengfeng’s words, while spoken, carried no semblance of bla or reprimand, rather there was a hint of discomfort in his heart, so his tone was tinged with more affection.
"Yes, Mo Chen, Mom..."
"Rong Mochen." Rong Sinan hadn’t finished speaking when Fang Jingyi interrupted with a cold laugh.
Fang Jingyi looked at Rong Mochen icily, "You’ve held this in for a long ti, haven’t you? Go ahead, if you have any complaints about , just say them all outright today, so you don’t feel suffocated."
Rong Mochen’s cold and hard face showed no emotional fluctuation, but it was not known whether his heart hidden beneath the cold exterior was equally without ripples.
His thin lips parted slightly, "Mr. Jin suddenly had a stroke last night, his life hanging by a thread. What role did you play in this?"
"Who?" Fang Jingyi looked utterly baffled, her frowning eyebrow clearly indicating she didn’t rember who the "Mr. Jin" Rong Mochen was referring to.
But Rong Zhengfeng was taken aback, eyes wide open, his hand gripping the cane trembled slightly. After two seconds of processing, he focused on Rong Mochen, asking urgently, "How is Mr. Jin now? Has he been resuscitated? Why did he suddenly have a stroke..."
As he spoke, Rong Zhengfeng’s fierce eyes narrowed, and he looked incredulously at Fang Jingyi, growling, "Fang Jingyi, what exactly did you do?"
Still standing bewildered, Fang Jingyi’s face changed again and again from Rong Zhengfeng’s shout, looking at him in confusion, "Dad, who, who is Mr. Jin?"
"Momo’s grandfather!" Rong Zhengfeng saw her confusion and was still hoping for so misunderstanding, but as soon as he spoke, Fang Jingyi’s entire body shuddered, her pupils dilated, her face full of horror and guilt.
Rong Zhengfeng then realized she must have done sothing to Jin Jiancheng in the hospital, which resulted in Jin Jiancheng’s sudden stroke, almost...
Seeing Fang Jingyi having done such a thing, Rong Zhengfeng was extrely pained and disappointed, raising his cane and throwing it fiercely at her.
"Ah..." Fang Jingyi didn’t expect Rong Zhengfeng to suddenly take such violent action, screaming in shock and losing control at once.
The cane did not hit Fang Jingyi, but fell heavily at her feet with a thud and then rolled to Rong Zhengfeng’s feet.
Having been married into the Rong Family for so many years, this was the first ti Rong Zhengfeng laid a hand on her, and by the sound of the cane hitting the ground, it was clear that Rong Zhengfeng did not hold back. If that cane had fallen on her...
Fang Jingyi only felt wronged, looking at Rong Zhengfeng’s trembling face with reddened eyes, choking, "Dad, you actually attacked for such an outsider, is this how you honor your deceased son, Rong Jun?"
Outsider...
Rong Zhengfeng was already furious beyond asure, and now hearing Fang Jingyi’s unrepentant words, especially when she suddenly ntioned Rong Jun, he clutched his chest, abruptly rising from the sofa, yet suddenly falling forward.
Rong Mochen, quick-eyed and deft, supported him as he was about to fall to the ground.
Rong Sinan also took two steps forward at this mont, but because of his leg ailnt, he wasn’t as fast as Rong Mochen. A trace of gloom quickly flashed in his clear and gentle eyes as he continued towards Rong Zhengfeng.
Fang Jingyi was startled by the old man’s fall, her mind snapping back, she hurried forward wanting to help, but Rong Zhengfeng dodged ahead, extending his hand to Rong Sinan.
Rong Sinan glanced at Fang Jingyi, took hold of Rong Zhengfeng’s hand, and worriedly said, "Grandfather, are you okay?"
Rong Zhengfeng was extrely infuriated, his eyes red, taking a deep breath, and looking anxiously at Rong Mochen, "Mochen, quickly, take to the hospital."
"Dad, are you feeling unwell? Huh?" Hearing Rong Zhengfeng calling to go to the hospital, Fang Jingyi imdiately thought sothing bad might have happened to him, quickly and eagerly asking.
As soon as Fang Jingyi opened her mouth, Rong Zhengfeng’s anger surged up to his throat, his whole body trembling violently with rage.
Rong Sinan frowned, looking at Fang Jingyi, and with rare sternness in his tone said, "Mom, can you please not speak?"
"..." Fang Jingyi was dumbfounded, then looked hurt and incredulous at Rong Sinan, "Sinan, how can you speak to your mother like this?"
Rong Sinan didn’t look at Fang Jingyi.
Fang Jingyi, grieved, looked at the three n standing before her, covered her mouth, and ran out crying.
Rong Sinan’s peripheral vision caught a glimpse of this, a flash of reluctance in his deep black eyes, and he glanced at Tang Ruan.
Tang Ruan nodded and chased after her.
"What are you still standing there for? Take to the hospital imdiately!" Rong Zhengfeng, catching his breath, his face red with urgency, stamped his foot and shouted.
Linx Hospital.
Jin Jumo didn’t expect Rong Mochen to co to the hospital again after leaving, this ti bringing Rong Zhengfeng and Rong Sinan, so she looked a bit surprised to see Rong Zhengfeng and Rong Sinan.
Rong Zhengfeng looked at Jin Jumo with guilt, trembling as he walked towards her supported by Rong Mochen and Rong Sinan.
Despite his age, Rong Zhengfeng was robust, always full of energy every ti he was seen, vigorous as a tiger, appearing even more spirited than most young people.
But appearing before her this ti, his whole deanor suddenly showed signs of aging and frailty.
Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered slightly, looking at them without speaking.
"Jin, I’d like to see Old Jin, may I?" Rong Zhengfeng beseeched Jin Jumo with humility even in his tone.
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