Jin Jumo curled her lips, "The little sister likes you."
Hanhan’s eyes lit up, his usually cool little face full of smiles as he looked at his little sister, "I’m your brother."
In response to Hanhan, the little sister let out a "wah" sound.
"She’s drooling," Xixi pointed to the shiny drool at the corner of the little sister’s mouth and said to Hanhan.
"Let do it." Hanhan picked up a small handkerchief from the cradle and gently wiped his sister’s drool, while Xixi placed her own finger into her sister’s little hand.
At first, Xixi was a bit nervous, afraid that her sister wouldn’t like her.
But the mont she put her finger in, it was grabbed tightly, and Xixi imdiately gasped with joy and looked at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo reached out and patted Xixi’s small head, "Looks like the little sister likes her big sister too."
Xixi nodded happily, then turned to seriously look at the little girl in the cradle and said, "I’m your sister, and from now on, I’ll take good care of you and protect you."
Jin Jumo was deeply ward by this scene.
Originally, she thought that with a new addition to the family, the two little ones would have trouble adapting. Unexpectedly, they accepted the new family mber so easily and were overjoyed.
At this mont, Jin Jumo’s heart was full of gratitude and emotion.
"By the way, have you thought of a na for the little girl yet?" Rong Zhengfeng shifted his affectionate gaze from the three little ones to Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen.
Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered slightly as she exchanged glances with Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen reached out to hold Jin Jumo’s hand, looked at Rong Zhengfeng, and spoke in a steady, rich voice, "Not yet. Little Mo’s idea is that the little girl’s na should be given by you."
"?" Rong Zhengfeng was stunned, and in his surprise, an irrepressible joy welled up in his heart. He looked at Jin Jumo with eyes subtly trembling with excitent.
Jin Jumo nodded, "Grandfather, you’re the head of the family. It’s most appropriate for you to choose the na."
"... Do you feel the sa way?" Rong Zhengfeng couldn’t contain his happiness, yet he feigned modesty as he looked at Rong Mochen and asked.
Rong Mochen squinted slightly, "Of course, if you don’t want to choose, then..."
"Who said I don’t want to choose? Actually, actually..."
When Rong Zhengfeng reached this point, he seed a little embarrassed, and while looking at Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen, he said, "I, I have thought of a few since I’ve had nothing to do, and I even had them checked by a master. They’re all pretty good..."
Not only had he co up with nas, but he’d also consulted a master?
Jin Jumo pressed her lips together and held back her laughter as she looked at Rong Zhengfeng, "Which nas are they?"
Of course, Rong Zhengfeng could see that Jin Jumo was holding back a laugh, but what could he do at this mont but pretend he hadn’t seen it?
Clearing his throat, Rong Zhengfeng quickly had soone fetch the nas he’d written on rice paper from his study.
"After discarding so unsuitable ones, here are the three left. The master said they’re all very good. Have a look." Rong Zhengfeng enthusiastically spread out the rice paper on the couch, and his eyes eagerly watched Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen. His expression was anxious yet tinged with a bit of apprehension, as if worried they wouldn’t like the nas he had chosen.
Jin Jumo glanced at the three nas on the rice paper: Rong Yang, Rong Xingchen, and Rong Jiujiu.
Jin Jumo’s gaze lingered on Rong Jiujiu for a few seconds, then looked at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow, "Rong Jiujiu?"
Jin Jumo’s eyes sparkled with amusent. Was this a eting of minds?
The little girl was born weighing nine and a half pounds, didn’t the na Rong Jiujiu suit her perfectly?
Moreover, when Rong Zhengfeng ca up with this na, he was inspired by the little girl’s birth weight of nine pounds nine. Initially, he nad her Rong Jiujie, but the fortune teller felt that this "Jiu" was more auspicious than that "Jiu", so Rong Zhengfeng changed it to "Rong Jiujiu."
Finally, "Rong Jiujiu" was chosen with three votes!
So the little one’s na was decided, and she would be called Rong Jiujiu.
After Jiujiu’s naming ceremony, Jin Jumo began actively working out, regaining her slim figure in just a month.
The reason for her enthusiasm wasn’t worrying about soone’s opinion, but because she was going back to work.
The theater production she was set to work on with Gao Qi had been delayed for over a year due to Jin Jumo’s pregnancy.
Earlier, Jin Jumo felt guilty and proactively suggested to Gao Qi that they replace her, but Gao Qi refused, insisting that Jin Jumo was the unique female lead for his play and suggested postponing the play indefinitely until Jumo could return to work.
Unable to refuse his kindness, and also not wanting to hold back the crew because of herself.
Plus, Jin Jumo was genuinely attracted to this production, so just over two months postpartum, she officially resud work.
Though the play was being fild locally in Z City, and the crew didn’t have to travel around like traditional TV shows and movies, Jin Jumo still left early and returned late every day. After returning ho, she continued to exercise to build stamina, with no ti or energy for anything else, including a certain soone!
That evening, after the three little ones went to sleep, Jin Jumo spent an hour on the treadmill in the villa’s gym and returned utterly exhausted, wanting nothing more than to collapse onto the bed and never get up again.
But knowing she was sticky with sweat from her workout, Jin Jumo forced herself to the bathroom to take a shower.
Just as she had undressed and was standing under the shower, the bathroom door suddenly opened from the outside.
Jin Jumo looked over, and seeing it was him, she didn’t feel awkward being naked. She gave him a tired smile, "Are you going to shower?"
Rong Mochen said nothing, his dark eyes fixed on her beautiful figure as he walked towards her, taking off his shirt as he went.
Jin Jumo noticed the situation, her brows flicked slightly.
Soon, a hot body pressed against her back, and her earlobe was covered by a moist touch.
Jin Jumo let out a soft hum, relaxed her body against the solid chest behind her, with a tone of grievance, "So tired."
"I can take care of you." Rong Mochen turned her to face him, kissing her lips.
Jin Jumo tiptoed to wrap her arms around Rong Mochen’s neck, her breathing slightly hurried, "Of course, I know you would take care of , but, I don’t want to be a canary kept by you."
"Hmph." Rong Mochen grunted, slowly pressing her against the wall, taking possession.
Jin Jumo frowned tightly, her peach blossom eyes welling up with layers of mist, "Tomorrow, I still have to go to the theater."
"So what?" Rong Mochen suddenly turned fierce.
"..." Jin Jumo’s heart almost jumped out, her lips parted for a while before regaining her breath, biting her lip and looking at him with resentnt.
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes hid a fire, yet his face was tightly drawn.
Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered lightly, not daring to speak again.
It was already two in the morning, and the man on top of her was still entangled endlessly.
Every inch of Jin Jumo’s bones seed to be completely scattered with fatigue, her hands limply resting on the man’s tense muscles on his arms, pleading in a shaky voice, "Let go..."
Before Jin Jumo could finish her sentence, her neck was fiercely bitten by soone.
Jin Jumo cried out in pain.
"Tell yourself, how many days has it been since you looked in the eye properly? Hmm?" Rong Mochen said hatefully into her ear.
"..." Jin Jumo was about to cry, "We et every day, how did I not, not look you in the eye?"
"Did you?" Rong Mochen ground his teeth, his dark eyes staring sinisterly at Jin Jumo, "Then tell , what ti did I return to the room last night?"
Jin Jumo was stunned.
"Speak!" Rong Mochen shouted lowly.
"Midnight?" Jin Jumo’s uncertainty in her voice completely ignited Rong Mochen.
Until dawn, Jin Jumo couldn’t close her eyes for even a second, feeling like she was on a thrilling water ride, constantly fearing she might just die from it!
Despite being tornted by Rong Mochen like this, Jin Jumo was still steadfast and went to the theater on ti the next day.
Rong Mochen watched her leave awkwardly, his jaws clenched tight!
She really seed to be busier than him, the president of the Rong Group. Did she even care about this ho in her eyes?!
After struggling through the day and returning ho, Jin Jumo was so sleepy during dinner her eyelids were fighting, terribly fatigued.
Rong Zhengfeng seeing Jin Jumo’s weary face, worried she might sleep till the world turned upside down, said with so heartache, "Momo, I think this job of yours is quite hard, if it’s too tiring, just quit."
Jin Jumo rubbed her forehead, smiling towards Rong Zhengfeng, "Grandpa, I quite like this job."
"But look at you now, so tired you can’t even eat properly! How can your body handle it?" Rong Zhengfeng said.
She didn’t actually need to be this tired!
Jin Jumo gave a resentful glance at a certain soone who was calmly eating, completely serious.
Rong Mochen, high and cold, didn’t even glance at Jin Jumo.
After dinner, Jin Jumo first spent ti with a few little ones as usual, then planned to go to the gym. But because she was too tornted by a certain soone last night, a certain area hurt badly, even lightly moving her legs caused slight stinging pain, so she didn’t go, heading straight back to the room.
Thinking that soone was still in the study working at this hour, she didn’t expect him to have returned to the room already.
At that mont, he was standing with his back to her at the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking.
Because of last night’s affair, Jin Jumo felt a bit upset inside, so she ignored him, taking her pajamas to the bathroom.
Hearing the bathroom door close, Rong Mochen looked slightly sullen in the direction of the bathroom through the glass window.
Jin Jumo took a comfortable bath in the bathroom, feeling her body’s fatigue alleviated quite a bit.
Coming out, she saw him still maintaining the posture he had when she went into the bathroom, standing by the window. By his feet were three or four cigarette butts, smoke swirling above his head, making Jin Jumo see a hint of loneliness.
Her heart unexpectedly tightened, Jin Jumo pursed her lips, and walked towards him.
Standing behind him, Jin Jumo hesitated slightly, then reached out to hug his waist from behind, her face pressing against his back with loving movents, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing." Rong Mochen said, lightly pulling down Jin Jumo’s arms from his waist, turning to walk toward the bed, "Let’s sleep."
Jin Jumo was stunned, side-eyeing him.
Rong Mochen didn’t see, uncovering the quilt and lying flat inside.
Jin Jumo lightly bit her lip, watching him close his eyes, his resolute face revealing a trace of indefinite coldness, her heart sinking slightly.
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