Chapter 25: The Money I Gave You Is Gone

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: The Money I Gave You Is Gone Jin Jumo’s eyelid twitched, suddenly remembering, "I’m hungry, cooking instant noodles." Rong Mochen’s jaw tightened as he stared darkly at Jin Jumo. Jin Jumo’s heart tightened under his stare, and she bit her lower lip, asking softly, "Mr. Rong...want some?" After asking, Jin Jumo immediately regretted it! Who is Rong Mochen? The richest man in Z City! How could he eat instant noodles? "Why are you eating instant noodles?" Rong Mochen asked. Jin Jumo’s lips twitched. Didn’t she just say she was hungry! "Have you used up the money I gave you?" Rong Mochen asked again. "..." Jin Jumo didn’t know what expression to face him with. In the eyes of this great president, only poor people eat instant noodles! With a sigh, Jin Jumo smiled candidly, "Mr. Rong is so generous; the money he gave me is more than I can spend in a lifetime." Rong Mochen was extremely generous to her, and after being with him, he would regularly transfer a million into her account every month, with gifts to receive during holidays. The gifts Rong Mochen gave out were no less than tens of thousands. If it weren’t for... she would now be a little millionaire. Rong Mochen gazed deeply at Jin Jumo before him. Having met countless people in the business world, he prided himself on being able to easily see through a person. Yet he had to admit that sometimes he couldn’t understand Jin Jumo. She was very obedient, knew her boundaries better than many women, and knew how to please him with her words. But she had never once asked him for anything, not even once! Moreover, if he didn’t reach out to her, she could truly become invisible. If it weren’t for the relationship they currently had, she might really have the ability never to appear before him again! Thinking of this, Rong Mochen suddenly felt a bit angry, his handsome face coldly tensing. Jin Jumo’s heart twitched, her dainty eyebrows lightly furrowing as she quietly questioned herself. Had she said something wrong again? Rong Mochen no longer looked at her, turning to enter the bathroom. Jin Jumo stood in place, stunned for a few seconds, before curling her lips. The great president’s temper was becoming increasingly odd and unpredictable lately! When Rong Mochen came out after taking a shower, the gloom between his brows had dissipated. At this moment, Jin Jumo was sitting cross-legged on a chair, savoring a bowl of noodles. In front of her on the table, a laptop was streaming a drama starring Yu Yinluo. Every now and then, she would set her noodles down and pick up a pen to jot something down. Jin Jumo seemed very focused, even failing to notice Rong Mochen as he walked up behind her. "Is it good?" From behind came a sudden male voice, shocking Jin Jumo almost into dropping the bowl. Hurriedly steadying the bowl, Jin Jumo turned woodenly to look at Rong Mochen, honestly replying, "It’s alright." Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo with sauce smeared on her lips, his dark gaze flashing with hidden light as he curved his lips, "Let me try some." "But I already ate it, um..." Rong Mochen glanced at the half-eaten noodles in her tightly held hands, his voice deep and magnetic, "Finished eating?" "..." Could she say no? The answer was...she couldn’t! Because after asking, Rong Mochen reached out his long arm and took the bowl from Jin Jumo’s hands, placing it on the table. Easily lifting her off the chair, he headed towards the bedroom. Jin Jumo’s heart jumped in alarm; as he was about to step through the bedroom door, she grabbed his sleeve. Rong Mochen’s steps paused, lowering his head to look at Jin Jumo, his eyes frighteningly deep, "What is it?" Jin Jumo’s expression was unnatural, her peach blossom eyes flickering intensely, "...Mr. Rong, you just spent over ten hours on a plane today; you must be very tired, right?" Rong Mochen froze, then his lips curved wickedly, "What are you worrying about?" "..." Jin Jumo was stunned, but upon seeing the deep intention in his dark eyes, her face flushed suddenly. "To deal with you is enough." Rong Mochen leaned down to kiss Jin Jumo’s face, his rich voice tinged with a light laugh. Jin Jumo’s eyes watered. "Missed me?" Rong Mochen still carried Jin Jumo into the bedroom, placing her on the bed, as he supported himself with his arms on either side of her body, his dark eyes with a hint of smile and extraordinary heat tightly watching Jin Jumo. Jin Jumo was initially dazed, thinking of something, and her face instantly twitched. She thought the message she’d sent him would have been forgotten or ignored, considering there had been no news for so long. Who would have thought he would straightforwardly say it out loud like now... Her ears felt hot, and despite Jin Jumo’s thick skin, she was somewhat embarrassed in such a moment, "Mr. Rong asking so, should I answer that I did or didn’t?" "I came here as soon as I got off the plane." Rong Mochen gazed intensely at Jin Jumo. The implication was that he arrived at Nan Jing Apartment right after returning from the UK, impossible for him to want a negative answer. Jin Jumo understood and nodded, her peach blossom eyes curving as she smiled at Rong Mochen, "That message has already answered Mr. Rong for me." Rong Mochen’s dark eyes dimmed, his voice hoarse, "How much did you miss?" Jin Jumo’s lips curved deeper, as she raised her arms to gently embrace the man’s strong waist, offering her red lips, "As much as Mr. Rong missed, I missed that much." As soon as Jin Jumo’s soft, sweet voice fell, Rong Mochen’s breath deepened, "Enchantress." With those words, Rong Mochen turned from the guest into the host, swallowing up all of Jin Jumo’s breath fiercely. The nightgown’s hem gradually moved upwards with the man’s deep kiss, a chill invading her body, causing Jin Jumo to gasp coldly, her little white hand abruptly pressing down on the man’s large hand on her leg. Noticing her unawareness and slight resistance, Rong Mochen’s long brows furrowed, his dark eyes flashed impatience, but he stopped, staring at Jin Jumo, "What’s wrong?" Rong Mochen’s brows hid the strands of displeasure at being contradicted, which Jin Jumo was not oblivious to. Yet... Jin Jumo gently inhaled, her bright eyes appearing somewhat innocent, "I didn’t expect Mr. Rong to come back today, so I brought work here with me, and it’s very urgent..." Indeed very urgent! The company only gave her a week to prepare. She had to go into the recording studio for dubbing on Monday. But now she hadn’t even finished half of the works starring Yu Yinluo. Moreover, she knew this man before her too well; once he started, he wouldn’t end easily. Once it was finished, she couldn’t possibly have the strength to get back up and continue fighting. After all, New锐 Film and Television was her first formal job, and she didn’t want to create a bad impression of incompetence right from the start. So, even though she knew her lack of cooperation might anger the man, Jin Jumo still bravely spoke up. Jin Jumo lightly held her breath, looking at Rong Mochen. Rong Mochen’s ink brows furrowed tightly, his dark eyes half-closed, the emotion in their depth unreadable, but the heat around him gradually faded. After a while, she was beneath that unfathomably cold Rong Mochen once again. Jin Jumo’s heart sank along with it. More than half a month later, the intense and busy dubbing work finally came to an end. "Thank you all for your hard work these days. Tonight at Yu Xiangju, it’s my treat." As soon as the director’s words left his mouth, the recording studio instantly erupted with excited cheers. Yu Xiangju is known as a famous dining place in Z City, where the average spending per person is thousands, even tens of thousands; ordinarily, who would spend money frivolously? Benefiting from a free meal, though, was a different story. "Hey, big star, are you going?" Behind her, Jian Liangtong quietly asked the star who had just finished dubbing, serving tea and water. "Are you very idle?" The star furrowed their brows, sneering. Jian Liangtong was taken aback; does this person always have to speak so sharply, with barbs? Jin Jumo hadn’t heard Jian Liangtong speak for a while, somewhat surprised as she looked back, only to see Jian Liangtong puffing her cheeks, glaring at the apparently oblivious big star.