"Mm," Rong Mochen said casually.
Jin Jumo was taken aback, not expecting that after her long babble, she would only receive his indifferent "Mm."
With a slight furrow of her brows, Jin Jumo stared at his composed face, and a thought suddenly flashed in her mind.
She rembered that Wan Liwei didn’t approve of Zhong Qin’s work and was quite resistant to her making public appearances.
If even Wan Liwei, who wasn’t really from a wealthy family, felt that way, isn’t his ntality even more severe?
Thinking of this, Jin Jumo’s lightly furrowed brow instantly tightened.
Sure enough, the next second she heard him say, "Now that the two kids are still young, let’s put your work plans on hold for now."
"Ugh..." Jin Jumo’s face slightly fell, silently watching Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen saw the fleeting disappointnt and gloom in her peach blossom eyes, his heart clenched a bit, and he reached out to smooth her long hair, sighing, "Forget it, if you want to go, then go."
Jin Jumo’s eyes brightened slightly, staring at him closely, cautiously asking, "Really?"
Rong Mochen nodded, "Mm."
Jin Jumo breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
Rong Mochen watched as joy climbed back onto her fair little face, his dark eyes squinting imperceptibly.
That day, Rong Mochen didn’t leave the apartnt again; he spent the afternoon handling work in the study.
Jin Jumo, concerned about soone not having eaten, after he entered the study, instructed Xixi and Hanhan not to disturb their dad while working, and then went out to buy so fresh ingredients and cooked so egg noodles for that soone.
Rong Mochen looked at the noodles Jin Jumo brought in, raising his eyebrows slightly, and gazed tenderly at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo’s cheeks ward slightly, "It’s getting late now, eat sothing to hold you over, and I’ll make sothing else tonight."
Rong Mochen grabbed Jin Jumo’s slender, soft wrist, pulling her to sit on his lap, his prominent nose approaching to lightly brush her smooth cheek, asking hoarsely, "What are you making tonight?"
His clean scent and strong male hormones filled Jin Jumo’s nostrils, almost overwhelming her.
Jin Jumo’s breath tightened, her other hand awkwardly pushing his shoulder, "I haven’t, haven’t thought it through, hurry and eat the noodles before they get soggy."
"Then I’ll eat you," Rong Mochen breathed heavily, suddenly capturing Jin Jumo’s lips.
The muscles in Rong Mochen’s arm tensed tightly; he hadn’t the fra of mind to eat noodles now, his sole desire was to devour the little woman who had tornted him for so long!
"Daddy, what are you and mommy doing?"
Rong Mochen’s hand had just slipped into Jin Jumo’s clothes when a surprised little voice suddenly ca from the doorway.
"Ah..."
Jin Jumo cried out softly in pain.
Rong Mochen quickly scooped Jin Jumo up from the floor, his cold and stern face full of tension, gently rubbing her lightly trembling ankle, "How could you be so careless?"
Jin Jumo covered her face, turned her back to Xixi and Hanhan, utterly embarrassed!
Rong Mochen glanced at her, both concerned and amused.
"Mommy." As Hanhan walked in, Xixi ca to her senses and ran over worriedly.
Rong Mochen picked up Jin Jumo, looked at Xixi and Hanhan separately, softly saying, "Mommy’s okay."
"But mommy’s foot is all red," Xixi said worriedly in a small voice, looking at Jin Jumo’s reddened ankle.
Seeing this, Rong Mochen’s brow also furrowed deeply, turning around to gently place Jin Jumo on the large office chair, pursing his lips, and striding out of the study.
Xixi and Hanhan were both stunned for a mont.
Not long after, Rong Mochen returned, carrying an ice pack in his hand.
Xixi and Hanhan sensibly moved aside.
Rong Mochen crouched down, his large hands gently grasping Jin Jumo’s injured ankle, his dark, long brows slightly furrowed, awkwardly but very carefully placing the ice pack on her mildly swollen area.
Jin Jumo was startled by the coldness, shivering a bit, turning her face from the backrest to look at Rong Mochen’s cautious actions, her face flushing slightly, whispering, "It’s okay."
Rong Mochen glanced at her, pursed his thin lips without speaking.
He just stayed crouched, persistently icing her ankle for nearly fifteen minutes before removing the ice pack, lifting his black, soft eyelashes, and gazing steadily at Jin Jumo, the tenderness in his eyes warming Jin Jumo’s heart.
Xixi had long forgotten about the previous matter, fully focused on Jin Jumo’s reddened ankle, her little pink mouth pouted in concern.
Jin Jumo looked at the identical expressions on the faces of the large one and the two small ones staring at her, a powerful sense of happiness overwheld her chest, warming her to the point of making her limbs weak.
Fortunately, Jin Jumo’s ankle was only slightly hurt and, thanks to Rong Mochen’s tily icing, she quickly regained full mobility, not even feeling a trace of pain.
In the evening, Jin Jumo made dinner, and after eating, the family of four cuddled on the living room sofa to watch so variety shows.
During this, Jin Jumo often felt a scorching gaze faintly branded on her, but when she looked over, the owner of the gaze was focused and calmly staring at the TV screen.
Jin Jumo slightly pursed her lips, thinking she was imagining things.
At around ten at night, Xixi and Hanhan climbed into their beds and drifted into dreamland.
Jin Jumo turned off the light, just as she exited the children’s room, her arm was suddenly pulled with great force, dragging her into the master bedroom, her back heavily pressed against the wall by the door.
She didn’t even have ti to react before her lips were captured.
Jin Jumo felt like a small boat on the vast and boundless ocean, being tossed and turned by the surging waves, swept to the highest point, Jin Jumo’s heart instantly tightened with a fear that she might die.
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes were dyed with affection, he couldn’t help but kiss her eyelids, holding her, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
Jin Jumo’s body trembled fiercely, she cautiously lifted her eyelids to look at him.
Rong Mochen slowly pressed his handso face down, his lips, made lustrous by the steam, slowly descended towards hers.
Jin Jumo hurriedly blinked, extending her hand to cover her lips in a flash.
"Uh..."
Rong Mochen paused, his elegant long brows imdiately furrowed in displeasure, his dark eyes staring deeply at her.
Jin Jumo’s peach blossom eyes flickered, reluctantly removing her hand.
Rong Mochen’s tightly furrowed brows then relaxed slightly, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Jin Jumo realized belatedly that she had been deceived by soone’s gentle façade!
However, it was too late!
The next day, Jin Jumo impressively slept until noon; when she woke up, soone had already left the apartnt, and Xixi and Hanhan had been sent to kindergarten.
After showering and coming out of the master bedroom, Jin Jumo received a phone call from soone.
The voice on the other end was deep and llow, even carrying a refreshing hint of laughter, "Awake?"
Jin Jumo’s ears turned red, she replied softly, "Mm."
Soone paused, then suddenly said, "Still hurt?"
"Uh..."
Jin Jumo was stunned, "What?"
"I just found this morning that you were bleeding there, I bought so dicine..."
"Rong Mochen!"
Jin Jumo’s voice rose in embarrassnt, her face was as red as a ripe pogranate, "Stop talking!"
No wonder she felt a chill there when she woke up this morning; she originally thought it was sothing else, but now it seems he’s applied dicine for her...
This man was already fierce in these matters four years ago, and now, even more so!
"Heh." Rong Mochen chuckled briefly, "Alright, I won’t say any more. If it hurts..."
Rong Mochen didn’t finish speaking before Jin Jumo, whose face was flushed, quickly hung up the phone!
Rong Mochen, "Uh..."
In the afternoon, Jin Jumo did not go out, firstly because her walking posture was slightly awkward, and secondly, although tomorrow’s audition was just a formality, since Lin Dong had recomnded her, she couldn’t perform too poorly, so she decided to watch so drama performance videos at ho.
Around four o’clock, Jin Jumo heard the doorbell ring in the study.
Raising her head from the computer screen, Jin Jumo frowned slightly; only when the doorbell rang again did she get up from the large chair and walk out.
Standing at the door, Jin Jumo looked outside through the peephole, and upon seeing the person at the door, her tightly furrowed brows furrowed even more tightly.
"I know you’re inside."
A woman’s breathy voice ca through the door.
Jin Jumo took a deep breath, opened the door, and her peach blossom eyes looked coolly at the visitor.
"Does Miss Jin intend for to speak to you from the doorstep?" Fang Jingyi dressed in a luxurious outfit, gazed at Jin Jumo with a domineering and condescending look.
Jin Jumo lightly furrowed her brows, moving slightly to the side.
Fang Jingyi, carrying an expensive handbag, walked coldly in from before Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo watched her walk a short distance before following.
However, she hadn’t walked two steps when Fang Jingyi suddenly stopped in front, turned around, and her eyes stared at Jin Jumo with sharp hatred, "Miss Jin, what exactly will make you leave Mochen, leave Z City?"
Jin Jumo touched her ear; she was so tired of hearing such words, she raised an eyebrow lightly, "I don’t plan on anything, and I have absolutely no intention of leaving Rong Mochen."
Upon hearing this, Fang Jingyi’s well-maintained face twitched fiercely, she abruptly stepped forward two steps, raising her hand to slap Jin Jumo’s face.
Jin Jumo didn’t expect Fang Jingyi would suddenly strike, she took the slap hard.
Already extrely disgusted with her, Fang Jingyi must have used all her strength in that slap.
Besides the pain, Jin Jumo could clearly feel her left cheek quickly swelling up.
Enduring the buzzing next to her ear, Jin Jumo’s eyes sharpened, coldly staring at Fang Jingyi.
Fang Jingyi’s breath caught under her gaze, which sent deep fury and loathing within her, she glared at Jin Jumo with hatred, "That slap is for your insolence! And as a warning, if you truly marry into the Rong Family in the future, I’ll make you regret your choice today!"
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