Rong Mochen lightly pressed his thin lips, glanced at Mu Qinnian on the stage, and the large hand clasping Jin Jumo’s soft little hand first tightened before releasing. His dark eyes tenderly gazed at Jin Jumo as he softly said, "Go ahead, I’ll be watching you from here."
Jin Jumo could feel everyone present looking at her with intense curiosity and scrutiny, as well as the journalists and dia taking continuous photos of her face.
Her nerves emitted a strong signal of discomfort.
She really didn’t like, and was extrely unaccustod to, occasions like this!
Even so, Jin Jumo overca the psychological barrier, straightened her back, and stepped toward the stage one step at a ti.
Mu Qinnian approached her as she ascended the stage, a faint smile playing on his lips, and led her by the hand to the microphone.
Mu Qinnian wasn’t one to smile easily, and when he did, it sotis carried a sinister aura, making one’s hair stand on end.
But this ti was different. He smiled with relaxed brows, a gentle curve to his sharp facial lines, prompting journalists to take incessant photos.
When Mu Qinnian turned his face toward the audience, his expression returned to its usual solemnity, and his voice was calm and cold. "I’ve said a lot about the purpose of holding this banquet just now, but none of that is the ultimate goal. The original intention and purpose of this Mu Family banquet..."
Mu Qinnian paused at this, his gaze gently settling on Jin Jumo. "Is this beautiful lady beside ."
The audience’s murmurs and gasps reached Jin Jumo, causing her face to heat up slightly as she looked at Mu Qinnian with helpless pursed lips.
Mu Qinnian curled his lips.
"Young Master Mu, you said the Mu Family’s grand banquet this ti is because of the lady beside you. What do you an by that? What is your relationship with this lady?"
The first question ca from an Arican journalist, whose Arican English hushed the room, directing all curious eyes toward Mu Qinnian and Jin Jumo on stage, clearly eager for an answer.
Mu Qinnian slightly raised an eyebrow, turning his gaze precisely onto the questioning journalist.
The journalist’s brows involuntarily twitched, a bit nervous.
Mu Qinnian tugged the corner of his mouth, his deep eyes scanning the journalists and dia present. "It seems everyone has many curiosities. How about this, you all ask your questions first, and I’ll answer them all together afterward, how about that?"
The faces of the journalists and dia brightened with excitent.
"We’ve heard that Young Master Mu is married, yet Mrs. Mu has never publicly appeared and remains mysterious. Is the lady beside you the rumored Mrs. Mu?"
"It’s known that you and your father have always been at odds. Did you invite your father to the banquet this ti?"
"Young Master Mu, you have frequently visited China in recent months. Are you planning to expand the Mu Family’s business there?"
"Young Master Mu..."
"Ha..."
Before the audience finished asking, Mu Qinnian suddenly chuckled, the laughter not exactly sinister, yet not entirely gentle either.
The atmosphere returned to silence, with everyone’s minds focused on Mu Qinnian.
Mu Qinnian brought Jin Jumo slightly in front of him by holding her hand. "Today’s leading role is her. Let’s not go off-topic."
The voice was faint but carried a hint of perhaps genuine threat.
The audience of journalists exchanged glances, none willing to ask further questions for a while.
The atmosphere turned eerily quiet for a few minutes.
Mu Qinnian squinted his eyes and said into the microphone, "It seems that everyone has finished asking their questions, so now it’s my turn to answer them."
After a brief pause of a few seconds, Mu Qinnian suddenly straightened his expression, looking into the cara as he spoke, "She is the long-lost blood of our Mu Family, the little princess of the Mu Family, my most valued and cherished sister, Jin Jumo!"
After a montary stillness, the room erupted into an uproar.
"Young Master Mu, you say Miss Jin is your sister, then why is her surna Jin and not Mu?"
"Since Miss Jin is a descendant of the Mu Family, why has she never been ntioned all these years?"
"And Young Master Mu, are Miss Jin and you full siblings with the sa parents?"
"Young Master Mu, you said that you and your sister were separated for many years. Can you disclose the reason for Miss Jin’s separation back then?"
"Um..."
This ti, Mu Qinnian did not interrupt the journalists’ questions and patiently waited for them to finish before giving Jin Jumo a gentle smile. His voice, though light, was powerful, "It’s a very long story, unfortunately, with limited ti tonight, telling it would be a waste of ti. And pursuing these questions now holds no aning.
You only need to know that Jin Jumo is my sister as Mu Qinnian, and no matter where she is, I will always be her most solid support and reliance."
At this point, Mu Qinnian’s tone shifted abruptly to a gloomy one, his deep eyes staring like a sharp blade towards the cara, as if to pierce whoever was watching through it, "Anyone who dares to bully my sister as Mu Qinnian, I’ll chop them into mince at! Anyone who doesn’t believe it can try!"
Everyone present, "Um..."
The image projected onto the cara looked like it was capturing a horror scene, chills swirling.
Yet suddenly, Mu Qinnian smiled, his cold voice taking a turn with traces of light laughter, "It seems I’ve scared you all. Relax, I was just speaking. After all, we live in a society ruled by law now, and murder is illegal."
After speaking, Mu Qinnian lifted the corners of his lips, leading Jin Jumo off the stage.
Nonetheless, the cara lenses and focal points remained on them.
Jin Jumo, moved, used her other hand to hold Mu Qinnian’s arm and whispered as she looked at him, "Brother, it’s so nice to have you."
Mu Qinnian’s lips curled gently, and he reached out to tenderly pat her head.
This gesture of Mu Qinnian made everyone present even more convinced that he truly adored his sister.
Despite his later explanation that his earlier threat was just words, everyone knew otherwise.
Jin Jumo, holding onto Mu Qinnian, walked toward soone.
But midway, Mu Qinnian suddenly stopped.
Jin Jumo was startled and looked at Mu Qinnian puzzledly.
Mu Qinnian did not look at her but rather at Rong Mochen, who was several ters away from them.
Jin Jumo noticed this, and her heart slightly sank.
The next second, Mu Qinnian gave Rong Mochen a aningful look and then faced the reporters, raising his voice, "Furthermore, my sister is currently single, if..."
Before Mu Qinnian could finish speaking, the arm Jin Jumo held suddenly sunk.
Mu Qinnian’s deep eyes slightly narrowed, the curve of his lips remained as he squinted at the person who had pulled Jin Jumo into his embrace dominantly, pretending to be puzzled, "Sir, even if you have feelings for my sister, you don’t have to be so impatient, right?"
Jin Jumo’s lips twitched hard, feeling speechless at her brother’s wicked humor.
"OMG, he is Rong Mochen, CEO of the Rong Group. OH, GOD..."
That Arican journalist recognized Rong Mochen, his mouth agape, his face contorted in shock.
The journalists invited by Mu Qinnian to the banquet were all industry benchmarks, with a broad international perspective, naturally not unfamiliar with renowned figures worldwide.
Upon spotting Rong Mochen, the reporters were like explorers of a "new world," raising their caras and rushing toward Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen ignored those reporters, tightly embracing Jin Jumo, his deep black eyes coldly staring at Mu Qinnian, separated by the reporters, his thin lips pressed tightly.
Angry?
Mu Qinnian shrugged, not caring at all!
"Mr. Rong, how co you are at the banquet hosted by Young Master Mu? Did Young Master Mu invite you? Does Rong Group and Mu Family have any comrcial collaboration intentions?"
"Mr. Rong, may we know your relationship with Miss Jin? We heard Young Master Mu ntion earlier that Miss Jin is currently single, are you an admirer of Miss Jin?"
"Did you break off your engagent a few months ago to pursue Miss Jin?"
"Mr. Rong..."
"Uh..."
This barrage of questions left Jin Jumo feeling embarrassed, amused, and a bit helpless.
Rong Mochen remained composed from start to finish, listening to the endless questions, neither avoiding nor answering any.
The reporters continued asking various questions for half an hour straight.
They finally stopped when they realized that the person hadn’t answered a single question.
Rong Mochen lowered his thick eyebrows, looking at the baffled reporters before finally speaking, "In fact, Miss Jin and I are already discussing marriage, and we welco you all to attend our wedding then."
With these words, Rong Mochen turned and left the banquet site with Jin Jumo in his arms.
The shocked reporters chased them all the way in vain.
Until Rong Mochen left the hotel with Jin Jumo, only to be blocked by security at the front, rendering the reporters helpless.
Although they didn’t uncover more about Rong Mochen and Jin Jumo, the banquet was indeed fruitful, leaving the reporters feeling shocked, stimulated, and thrilled. They’re likely to be sleepless tonight!
Even if they didn’t uncover more about Rong Mochen and Jin Jumo, the banquet was indeed fruitful, leaving the reporters feeling shocked, stimulated, and thrilled. They’re likely to be sleepless tonight.
Rong Mochen took Jin Jumo out of the banquet and got into the car heading back to the villa. He clasped one hand tightly with Jin Jumo’s, using the other to take out his phone and dial Gu Yan’s number, "Prepare the helicopter to return ho imdiately."
Upon hearing Rong Mochen’s words, Jin Jumo was startled and cautiously looked at his stern profile.
Rong Mochen ended his conversation with Gu Yan, deeply furrowing his brows, and turned to Jin Jumo, "We’re returning ho tomorrow, any problem?"
Jin Jumo gazed at him for a while, then shook her head gently.
Rong Mochen’s tense face finally relaxed a bit.
"My brother is just intentionally provoking you, don’t really be upset because of it," Jin Jumo looked at him, speaking softly.
"I know he’s doing it on purpose," Rong Mochen snorted coldly.
Jin Jumo sighed, "You know it, yet you’re still angry?"
"It doesn’t hinder anything," Rong Mochen frowned.
Jin Jumo sighed again, placing her hand on the back of his hand, her tone becoming softer, "Your relationship with my brother has just begun to ease, don’t let it return to its previous stalemate over this. Can you be generous and not fuss about it with my brother?"
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