Gu Yan didn’t know if he was slow to react, but only just felt the pain now. He jumped and turned on the tap, stretching out his hands.
"..." Jin Jumo took a deep breath and said coolly, "Your mom’s got it wrong. It’s not the kitchen bringing you disaster, but you bringing disaster to the kitchen."
"Little Mo Mo, how could you scold people like that?" Gu Yan looked at Jin Jumo with reddened eyes.
Jin Jumo was really...
She clenched her palm and struggled to admit.
She turned to find a broom and mop.
But as soon as she moved, she sensed a shadow approaching from behind.
Her lashes fluttered quickly, and before the shadow got close, Jin Jumo circled around it.
Rong Mochen watched as Jin Jumo, like a nimble cat, slipped past him. His dark eyes paused, and his gaze lingered on her back for a few seconds before striding towards the kitchen.
Jin Jumo deliberately stayed in the living room for a few more minutes, thinking that Rong Mochen and Gu Yan should have co out from the kitchen by now.
But they hadn’t!
Jin Jumo had no choice but to grab the broom and head towards the kitchen.
As soon as Jin Jumo appeared at the kitchen door, she saw Rong Mochen and Gu Yan stop talking and look at her in unison.
She even noticed a faint smile at soone’s lips.
Jin Jumo furrowed her brows suspiciously and said flatly, "I can’t clean with you two here."
"Little Mo Mo, with here, how can I let you clean up yourself? Besides, it was my ss. It’s my responsibility to clear it up. Leave the cleaning to ."
Gu Yan said, winking at Rong Mochen, thinking Jin Jumo hadn’t seen it!
Jin Jumo’s mouth twitched, and she said indifferently, "Better not. You might just tear my kitchen apart while you’re at it!"
"..." Gu Yan looked embarrassed, cleared his throat, jumped in front of Jin Jumo, grabbed the broom from her hand, and confidently said, "Little Mo Mo, don’t worry. Give half an hour, and I’ll return a spotless, shining kitchen to you!"
Jin Jumo wondered if cleaning the kitchen would take half an hour?
But before she could speak, Gu Yan had already pushed her out.
Jin Jumo really didn’t trust leaving the kitchen to Gu Yan and was about to go in when soone leisurely walked out from the kitchen.
Jin Jumo’s eyes flashed as she tried to pass by him.
An arm promptly blocked her path.
Jin Jumo pursed her lips and looked up at the handso, deep man in front of her.
Rong Mochen looked at her calmly and said gently, "Let him deal with the ss he’s made."
If Gu Yan stayed in the kitchen to clean, then the living room would only have the two of them.
Jin Jumo didn’t want to be alone with him, so she said, "Gu Yan probably hasn’t done housework before. Asking him to clean the kitchen is a bit tough on him. I better do it myself."
"It’s a good opportunity for him to get so practice," Rong Mochen replied.
"..." Jin Jumo was speechless.
Who lets soone practice by cleaning up kitchen ss?
In the kitchen, Gu Yan leaned against the wall, "Little Mo Mo, Boss Rong is right. It’s a good opportunity for to get so practice. I’ve started cleaning, so absolutely don’t co in to disrupt and add to my chaos."
To make soone happy, Gu Yan was really working hard!
Jin Jumo, "..."
In the living room, Rong Mochen and Jin Jumo had been sitting face-to-face for about ten minutes without saying a word.
Yet strangely, the air lacked the barrier it used to have, replaced by a gentle warmth and calm.
It felt as though sitting silently like this was perfectly normal!
From the kitchen occasionally ca a few discordant sounds, every ti a noise reached her, Jin Jumo’s eyelids would twitch, but each ti she thought about getting up to check, she caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, and inexplicably stayed put.
The phone rang suddenly in the quiet living room.
Rong Mochen and Jin Jumo almost simultaneously looked at each other.
The mont their eyes t, Jin Jumo’s eyelashes trembled fiercely, she averted her gaze and looked at the phone on the coffee table.
The na flashing on the phone screen tightened Jin Jumo’s gaze.
She leaned over to pick up the phone, thought for a mont, and walked towards the bedroom.
Standing by the window, Jin Jumo answered the phone, "Jingyao."
"Was the trip smooth sending Xixi and Hanhan to kindergarten?" Ying Jingyao’s gentle voice ca through like a warm breeze touching her ear.
Jin Jumo’s gaze deepened as she looked out the window towards the building below, "Mm. How do you feel now? The anesthesia’s worn off, does your arm hurt?"
"It hurts and itches, I can bear the pain, but I can’t resist the itch, I want to scratch," Ying Jingyao said softly.
Jin Jumo frowned, "The itch is from the wound scabbing over, you absolutely mustn’t scratch now."
"But I can’t help it," Ying Jingyao’s voice lowered, his tone resembling Xixi’s when she was being affectionate with her.
Jin Jumo pressed her lips tightly, a layer of urgency on her face, "Jingyao, can you hold on for a bit?"
"When are you coming to the hospital?" Ying Jingyao paused before warmly chuckling, "Perhaps seeing you and having you constantly reminding , will help resist."
The black chicken mushroom soup was originally ant for Ying Jingyao.
I planned to take the soup to the hospital once it was done, but who knew...
"I’ll be quick..." Jin Jumo’s voice had just sounded.
When she heard the door being opened behind her, her spine suddenly stiffened. Jin Jumo gripped her phone tightly and turned to look at the door.
Rong Mochen’s proud figure appeared at the door, his dark eyes glanced at the phone pressed to Jin Jumo’s ear, his lips tightened, "I ca to tell you that Gu Yan is almost sorted."
"Momo, who is it?"
As Rong Mochen finished speaking, Ying Jingyao’s deep voice ca from the phone.
Jin Jumo bit her lip, suspiciously looking at Rong Mochen.
He had just raised his voice suddenly, unsure if it was intentional.
"Momo..."
Perhaps not hearing Jin Jumo’s response, Ying Jingyao’s voice ca again, sowhat urgent and restrained.
Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered lightly, she no longer looked at Rong Mochen, turning her back to the doorway, "No one..."
Bam—
As soon as Jin Jumo spoke, the bedroom door was slamd shut.
Jin Jumo was startled, her eyes wide, holding her breath, she turned her head towards the door. Just then Rong Mochen stood there with a fierce elegance comparable to King Yanluo, her heart suddenly sank deeply.
"Momo, where are you?"
Ying Jingyao’s voice was tense.
Jin Jumo barely regained her composure, her throat moved slightly, looking at the form advancing towards her, she held her breath and said, "Jingyao, there’s sothing going on here, I’ll go to the hospital and find you later."
Once Jin Jumo finished speaking, she didn’t give Ying Jingyao a chance to respond and hung up the phone.
She clenched her palms tightly, with false bravado she watched the man who kept approaching her, "What are you doing in here? Get out!"
Rong Mochen lightly tugged the corner of his mouth, "Didn’t I say? I ca to tell you that Gu Yan is almost sorted."
Jin Jumo retreated two steps, her eyebrows furrowed, looking very dissatisfied, "I heard, now get out."
Rong Mochen didn’t speak, he just coldly glanced at the phone in Jin Jumo’s hand.
Suddenly.
Jin Jumo saw him suddenly quicken his pace.
Her heart raced for a few beats, Jin Jumo swiftly retreated, her hands pressed against the wall, warily staring at him, "Rong Mochen, didn’t you hear? I told you to get out."
"Why should I go out?"
Rong Mochen spoke coolly, his tall figure closing in on her, his hands leisurely bracing her thin waist, his dark eyes like a hunter eyeing prey...
As Rong Mochen approached, her back stiffened against the wall, the air becoming thin with his proximity. Her eyes reddened with urgency, she panted softly, "This is my room, I have the right to make you leave."
"Is this really your room?" Rong Mochen lifted his lips, his dark eyes coldly fixed on a large personal portrait hanging on the bedroom wall.
Yet the subject in the portrait was not Jin Jumo, but... Jian Liangtong.
Jian Liangtong wore suave western-style trousers, the jacket fastened by only one button, only a black camisole inside, her chin slightly raised, a deep red cigarette between her lips, her gaze alluring and dramatic...
Jin Jumo heard his words, her heart twitched fiercely, her eyes looked with alarm at the portrait on the wall, her breath tightened even more as she looked at Rong Mochen.
Taking advantage of the mont, the phone slipped from her hand, and was deftly twirled at soone’s fingertips.
Jin Jumo’s nerves tightened, instinctively reaching out to grab it.
Rong Mochen took advantage of his height, lightly raising his long arms to let Jin Jumo’s hand miss.
"Give it back!" Jin Jumo said anxiously.
Rong Mochen raised his eyebrows, the phone instantly tossed in his palm, making a half-circle in mid-air, landing in the center of the bed.
Jin Jumo glared at him angrily, "You..."
"What about ?"
Rong Mochen’s voice was calm and collected, his eyes lingered on her flashing eyes, "You’re excessive!"
Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo’s stressed and stiff face, for a mont, he calmly said, "So what if I’m excessive?"
Jin Jumo didn’t expect him to say that, her peach blossom eyes filled with awe, she stared at his solemn features, opening her mouth in bewildernt.
"I am standing right in front of you, can’t you see ?"
Rong Mochen lowered his voice, his dark eyes scanning her slightly parted lips with a certain depth.
"..." Jin Jumo froze, her eyes reflecting confusion.
Rong Mochen glanced again at her slightly parted lips, his adam’s apple rolled lightly, a hand lifted her chin, pressing down suddenly on her lips.
The force of Jin Jumo’s resistance increased with it.
And the more she resisted, the more Rong Mochen persisted.
His cool fingertips slipped under her sweater hem, leaving goosebumps scattered over her skin.
Jin Jumo’s ears flushed red, her small face trembling with anger, "Get out of my room now, I don’t want to see you anymore!"
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