A chill crept silently up Jin Jumo’s spine.
"No, I didn’t..."
Fu Mulan ceased screaming, holding her face with the hand that wielded the pistol, nervously looking at Rong Mochen, her lips slowly curling into a smile, "I—I just placed him next to my mom, hehe, I buried him along with my mom, I did it myself, haha..."
Jin Jumo’s eyes widened, listening to Fu Mulan’s words, feeling as if she had personally experienced a terrifying paranormal event!
She was almost certain!
Fu Mulan was sick!
ntally ill!
Rong Mochen suddenly fixed his gaze on Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo’s eyelids twitched slightly, holding her breath as she looked at him.
Rong Mochen half-squinted his eyes, his face still cold and severe, "You could ruthlessly kill your own father, what else can you not do, dare not do? Fu Mulan, are you planning to take care of along with everyone else now?"
Jin Jumo could clearly feel that the mont Rong Mochen said this, Fu Mulan was shaken.
Imdiately after, she felt a slight loosening of the arm around her neck.
Jin Jumo’s long lashes flickered softly, quietly looking at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen’s jaw was tense, his dark eyes squinted even tighter, staring at Fu Mulan, his voice unconsciously rising, "Didn’t you just threaten to kill everyone here? Now that I’m one of those people, do you want to kill too?"
"No, I won’t!"
Fu Mulan shook her head frantically, her eyes sorrowful yet fervently gazing at Rong Mochen, "How could I bear to kill you? I love you, I would never hurt you. I had reasons for killing them."
Fu Mulan suddenly aid the gun at Fang Jingyi, causing Fang Jingyi to scream and hide behind Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen felt the shirt on his back being tightly grasped by Fang Jingyi, the grip intensifying.
Glancing back at her, Rong Mochen coldly pressed his lips, retracting his gaze to look at Fu Mulan.
"She, she’s biased. Clearly, you’re better than that cripple, yet she only cares about her crippled son, ignoring you, yelling! I don’t like it!"
Fu Mulan shook her head, "I don’t like her treating you this way, I don’t like seeing you wronged, so I want her dead! And her too!"
Fu Mulan shoved Jin Jumo’s shoulder towards Rong Mochen, "She doesn’t truly love you! She loves herself more! The reason she’s with you is for money! She’s the one unworthy of being with you, unworthy of your love!
Mo Chen, I killed them really for you! Because I love you, I can’t bear to have people like them around you. Do you believe , okay?"
"And what about my child? What about my grandfather who raised ?" Rong Mochen asked, his gaze icy cold on Fu Mulan.
"Uh..."
Fu Mulan’s eyes flashed with panic, her gaze darting around as if searching for excuses.
And with this, Jin Jumo felt that the grip on her shoulder was loosening.
Jin Jumo’s heart raced, but her face remained calm.
Rong Mochen’s eyes suddenly narrowed sharply, and he suddenly shouted, "Yicheng!"
In a flash, Jin Jumo only saw two shadowy figures flash alternately before her eyes.
Her body was swiftly enveloped into a solid chest.
Bang—
Bang—
Suddenly, two gunshots rang out in the air.
Jin Jumo’s body trembled intensely, continuously shrinking into the embrace before her.
Bang—
Bang—
"Ah..."
After several gunshots, Fang Jingyi’s scream finally echoed.
Jin Jumo’s head spun, as if she had been twirled around a few tis, darkness clouding her vision, unable to discern between dream and reality.
Bang—
"Damn!"
After this gunshot, Gu Yan’s agonized yell ca through.
Jin Jumo squeezed her eyes shut, her hands gripping tightly onto anything she could.
Bang—
With this shot,
not a sound erged from the living room for a long ti!
Jin Jumo felt drained.
If not for the strong arms supporting her waist and back, she would surely have collapsed pathetically on the ground.
"Oh wow... Boss Rong, if you don’t owe a favor this ti, I’d have taken that bullet for nothing. Ouch... it hurts, it hurts..."
Gu Yan’s yelping mixed with suppressed pain, his tone as lazy and exaggerated as usual.
Jin Jumo’s heart tightened. She slowly opened her eyes in front of Rong Mochen’s chest.
"It’s okay now."
Rong Mochen suddenly hugged Jin Jumo tighter, his large hand clasping the back of her head, pressing her face back into his chest.
"It’s okay, it’s okay..."
Jin Jumo’s throat caught, suddenly feeling that he needed comfort far more than she did!
Opening her lips to take a deep breath, Jin Jumo slowly wrapped her arms around Rong Mochen’s firm waist, her pale lips squeezing out a few hoarse words, "I’m okay now, Rong Mochen, don’t be afraid."
Rong Mochen abruptly closed his bloodshot eyes, his thin lips pressing heavily against Jin Jumo’s ear.
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