Kindergarten.
Jin Jumo parked her car in the designated spot. Along the way, she couldn’t ignore the car trailing behind but forced herself not to care.
It was rush hour for picking up children, and the parents were already lined up in an orderly fashion at the kindergarten entrance.
Jin Jumo got out of the car and joined the end of the line.
"Are you Xixi’s mother?" A hesitant male voice ca from behind.
Jin Jumo was slightly taken aback and turned her head to look.
She saw a man with a simple and honest face, slightly chubby, awkwardly smiling at her.
Thinking he was also a parent picking up a child, Jin Jumo politely smiled back at him, "Yes, I am."
"Hello, I’m Fu Yangming’s father. My son really likes your daughter." Father Fu realized his words could be misunderstood and sheepishly rubbed his hands, "I an, my son especially enjoys playing with Xixi."
"Oh, you’re Fu Yangming’s father. Xixi often ntions your son to ." Although it’s usually complaints about Fu Yangming pinching her face or hands and such.
"Really?" Father Fu chuckled happily, surprised.
Jin Jumo smiled and looked behind him, "Isn’t the mother coming?"
"Oh, his mother is working overti today, so she couldn’t make it." Father Fu explained, then excitedly added, "Your daughter is very cute. Fu Yangming says all the boys in kindergarten like playing with Xixi."
Jin Jumo responded modestly, "Your son is also very cute."
"No, no, not as cute as your Xixi. It’s because she has such a beautiful mommy." Father Fu gazed straight at Jin Jumo, eyes shining.
"..." Jin Jumo noticed and squinted slightly, laughing awkwardly without saying anything.
"Xixi’s mom, what’s your phone number?" Father Fu suddenly took out his phone and asked, looking at Jin Jumo.
"..." Jin Jumo’s mouth twitched, "I..."
"Wife."
Jin Jumo had just started to speak when a gentle, clear male voice suddenly ca from the side.
Jin Jumo’s back stiffened as her pupils dilated sharply. She couldn’t hide her shock as she looked at the man striding towards her.
Especially when the man’s face clearly showed anxiety and fondness for all to see.
In a daze, her waist was tightly embraced by a strong arm.
Jin Jumo’s body went stiff, and she looked with astonishnt at the arm wrapped around her waist.
"I promised to accompany you to pick up the kids today, but I’m late again. Don’t be mad at , sweetheart." Rong Mochen lowered his eyes softly, his deep gaze tender enough to lt spring water as he fixated on Jin Jumo’s extrely tense face.
She was so shocked, yes, shocked. Who would have expected this man to call soone "wife" so fluently, so Jin Jumo stood there dumbly, not responding for a long mont.
Rong Mochen’s arrival was like a gentle breeze blowing into the parent crowd, where most were mothers with a few fathers.
Rong Mochen’s impressive height and striking looks imdiately drew considerable attention.
Jin Jumo’s spot beca the focus of all eyes.
Father Fu also looked at Rong Mochen in surprise, then at Jin Jumo, muttering, "Is this Xixi’s father?"
"..." Jin Jumo hadn’t spoken yet.
Rong Mochen spoke, his voice gentle and magnetic, "I am. I used to move around a lot for work, so I rarely picked up the kids at kindergarten..."
He paused, looking apologetically at Jin Jumo, "Sweetheart, you’ve worked hard."
"..." Jin Jumo’s cheeks twitched, and after the shock, her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she looked at Rong Mochen in confusion.
Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow gently, his cool fingertips brushing away Jin Jumo’s hair by her ear, "But now my job has stabilized, and I can stay in S City for the long term. From now on, I will personally pick up and drop off the kids to make up for my absence."
"I see. I was wondering why it’s always Xixi’s mom picking up and dropping off the kids."
"Yeah, I’ve never seen Xixi’s dad before. I thought they might have separated."
"I think Xixi’s mom’s two kids mirror each parent, Xixi takes after her mom, while Hanhan resembles his dad more."
"Looking at it now, Hanhan does resemble his dad. Growing up, he’ll definitely be more handso than his father."
"Xixi’s parents standing together, handso man and beautiful woman, they really suit each other."
"A family of four with such high looks, it’s enviable."
"..."
Rong Mochen’s words imdiately sparked a lively discussion among the parents present.
Jin Jumo lowered her head, said nothing, but her brows knitted ever more tightly.
Father Fu looked at Jin Jumo with curiosity and whispered, "The man who used to co with Xixi’s mom to pick up Xixi and Hanhan, isn’t him..."
The words stopped abruptly as Father Fu worried he might accidentally reveal sothing that could disrupt family harmony.
He had just heard Xixi’s dad was often on business trips, so he must have rarely been ho.
Xixi’s mother is so beautiful, even though she already has two children, her figure is as youthful as a girl’s. It’s not surprising if soone fancies her.
Not only does Fu think this way, but presumably many others who have t Ying Jingyao think the sa.
Jin Jumo was aware of Fu’s oddity, but she numbed herself to feel nothing.
After a short while, school was over, and the children lined up at the kindergarten entrance to leave one by one with their parents according to the order of their arrival.
It was Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen’s turn.
If Xixi was already happy to see Jin Jumo, then seeing Rong Mochen standing beside her could only be described as excitent. She clapped her little hands, and uncontrollably shouted out, "Daddy."
"Hmm." Rong Mochen lifted the corner of his lips, every line on his face filled with tenderness as he carefully opened his arms and embraced the chubby little daughter into his arms.
Xixi held her beloved little water bottle, behaving like a puppy as she sniffed at Rong Mochen, giggling from ti to ti.
The remaining parents who hadn’t left beca firmly convinced that Rong Mochen was the biological father of Xixi and Hanhan.
But they also beca more curious about Jin Jumo’s gaze.
Hanhan hearing Xixi uncontrollably call soone "Daddy" again, frowned, pulling Jin Jumo’s hand without looking at Xixi and Rong Mochen.
Jin Jumo forced a smile at Hanhan, held his hand, and without any extra expression, glanced at Rong Mochen holding Xixi, softly said to Xixi, "Xixi, it’s ti to go ho."
Xixi nodded her head, but her eyes never left Rong Mochen as she softly asked, "Daddy, are you coming ho with us?"
Jin Jumo furrowed her brows, turned her head aside.
Rong Mochen glanced at Jin Jumo, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and looked at Xixi gently, "Hmm."
Yu Yang Apartnt.
As soon as Xixi got ho, she ran from room to room, searching for sothing.
Finally, Xixi blinked in confusion, then ran to Jin Jumo, who had just entered the kitchen, a little chubby body leaning against Jin Jumo’s thigh, watching Jin Jumo washing vegetables with puzzlent, she softly asked, "Mommy, where are Brother Hao and Aunt Jian?"
Jin Jumo paused her vegetable washing, glanced towards the living room.
She shook the water droplets off her hands, squatted down to look at Xixi, "Brother Hao and Aunt Jian have gone to the UK. They left this afternoon."
"They’ve already left?" Xixi dropped her shoulders in disappointnt.
Jin Jumo gently touched her chubby little face in comfort, "Xixi, don’t be sad. Brother Hao and Aunt Jian will be back soon. Brother Hao even prepared birthday gifts for you and your brother. Mommy will get them for you in a bit."
"Brother Hao prepared gifts?" Xixi’s eyes widened in surprise.
Jin Jumo smiled and nodded, "Yes."
Xixi covered her mouth in anticipation.
Jin Jumo squinted with a smile, "Xixi, can you promise Mommy not to ntion Aunt Jian and Brother Hao in front of that uncle outside?"
"...Why?" Xixi asked in confusion.
"Hmm... I’ll tell you later. Can Xixi promise Mommy?"
"Okay" Xixi said obediently.
Jin Jumo pinched her little nose, "It’s a promise."
Xixi felt like she shared a little secret with Jin Jumo, nodding excitedly.
In the living room, a big one and a small one each sat at the ends of the sofa.
With his coat off, Hanhan was wearing a lion-patterned blue hooded sweatshirt and light gray pants, dressed adorably, but he sat with his arms crossed, his little face serious and cautious, his bright black eyes vigilantly eyeing the mature, stern man sitting on the other end of the sofa.
Rong Mochen also removed his coat, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with the shirt sleeves rolled up, and a watch on his wrist exuding an atmosphere of elegance and expense, his entire being exuding a unique serene and reserved aura of a mature man.
He also looked at the little figure sitting a couple of seats away, his deep eyes locked with a touch of softness, his low and rich voice asked, "Not going to sit a bit closer?"
"..." Hanhan’s bright black eyes widened, looking at him in surprise.
After waiting for two minutes without seeing any movent from Hanhan, Rong Mochen slightly raised an eyebrow, lowered the leg resting on his knee, "If you don’t want to co over, then I’ll have to go over there."
Hanhan’s ears turned red as he watched him stand up, needing to walk five or six steps to reach him but only took less than two steps, standing in front of him.
Hanhan strained to tilt his little head back, his face flushed, but his clear big eyes still tried to maintain composure as he looked at him.
Rong Mochen curled his lips, glanced at the spot next to him, and softly asked, "Can I sit here?"
Hanhan’s eyes flickered, his small mouth pressed tightly, and after a while, he lowly muttered, "There are so many places to sit, why beside ?"
Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow, "Hmm... who knows why?"
Hanhan pouted, huffing and turning his head to the side, but subtly shuffled over a bit, making space.
Rong Mochen noticed his little move, raised an eyebrow, and sat by his side.
It was the first ti father and son sat so close.
The faint scent of grass and the unique aura from him brushed over from such a close proximity, making Hanhan’s neck turn red, his small fists clenched tightly placed on his chubby legs, his eyes constantly flickering, unable to control stealing glances at the man beside him.
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