Chapter 47: So Close

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: So Close Finally, when Gao Qi placed a plate of freshly grilled fish in front of Jin Jumo, her face changed slightly, and she suddenly stood up. If she didn’t leave now, she would really hit someone! Did she really just want to have a quiet meal so difficult? Crash! "Oh." Gao Qi was stunned for a moment, then stood up too, and naturally said, "If you don’t know where it is, I’ll take you." He then started to lead the way. After a few steps, he realized Jin Jumo hadn’t followed, and turned back, puzzled. "..." Jin Jumo took a deep breath, "No..." "I happen to need to go too, I’ll go with you." Yu Yinluo lightly frowned, elegantly picking up a napkin to wipe her mouth, then stood up, looking at Jin Jumo. Ying Jingyao, who was sitting next to Jin Jumo, heard this, his gentle face tensed, and looked indifferently at Yu Yinluo. Yu Yinluo’s eye sockets slightly contracted, and a hint of bitterness curled at her lips. Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered, and she nodded, "Alright." Compared to Gao Qi, she would rather it be Yu Yinluo! Gao Qi’s handsome face showed disappointment, but he couldn’t say anything, and he looked at Jin Jumo with concern, "Momo, be careful." "..." How dangerous could it really be to use the restroom at your place! Once she went, Jin Jumo realized, haha, it wasn’t just dangerous, she almost didn’t "come out alive"〒_〒 On the way to the restroom, Jin Jumo thought Yu Yinluo offered to accompany her to say something, but from start to finish, she said nothing. Silence all the way, until they reached the restroom, Yu Yinluo said, "I’m going to the restroom on the second floor." Jin Jumo pursed her lips, "Alright." Yu Yinluo left and went directly upstairs. Jin Jumo watched her silhouette, squinted slightly, and then walked into the restroom. After Jin Jumo excused herself to go to the restroom, the awkward atmosphere of the party continued. Rong Mochen slightly lowered his head, his black eyes slightly narrowed, and the aura of aloofness he exuded seemed like a net isolating him from the outside world. He didn’t eat anything, his distinctly jointed hand fiddling with a black metal lighter, the thin lips gently pressed together. "Mo Chen, have some fruit." The woman sitting next to him gently handed him a plate of cut fruit. She knew his taste was always mild, food like barbecue didn’t appeal to him at all, and he wouldn’t even look at it. Rong Mochen lightly furrowed his brows, didn’t look at the woman, stood up from his seat, and said in a cold voice, "I’m going to have a cigarette." After saying that, he walked towards the direction of the villa. The woman looked at Rong Mochen’s straight back, a trace of desolation passing over her serene face. In the restroom, Jin Jumo sat on the toilet, her hands pressed against her forehead, staring straight at the restroom door, her heart desolate. She really didn’t want to step out of this door at all! She’d been really "lucky" lately! No matter where she went, she seemed to run into that person! Why hadn’t she noticed before that they were so "fated"! Jin Jumo agitatedly scratched her head, took a deep breath, and stood up from the toilet, "Jin Jumo, if it’s a blessing or a curse, you must face it, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. Whatever is meant to come will come, you can’t avoid it. Maybe it’s not as bad as you imagine, don’t scare yourself, don’t scare yourself..." Jin Jumo encouraged herself while washing her hands, then decisively opened the restroom door, one foot already stepping out, paused mid-air. Suddenly, a pair of long legs entered her line of sight, causing Jin Jumo to freeze her breath, her voice stuck in her throat. A hand was placed on the doorframe. The next second, she quickly retreated into the restroom, slamming the door shut. Outside the door. The owner of the long legs twitched an eye muscle, his stern face suddenly turning steely, his black eyes staring coldly at the restroom door. Jin Jumo leaned her back against the door, her heart trembling. Her peach blossom eyes filled with surprise and disbelief. Oh my! What did she just do? She was bold enough to slam the door in that person’s face! Didn’t she want to live! Jin Jumo regretfully closed her eyes, her long, thick lashes quivering in remorse. She felt like an utter fool! Suddenly. The door behind her vibrated twice. Jin Jumo’s eyes shrank in shock, pursing her lips as she looked back at the door. "Count to three, if you don’t open the door, don’t come out forever." The man’s usual emotionless voice now carried a clear cold anger. Jin Jumo knew she was done for! "One..." "Two..." Jin Jumo ultimately didn’t dare to let him count to three, obediently opened the door. Her fair little face was fawning, smiling at Rong Mochen, "Oh, it’s Mr. Rong, you gave me a fright, I thought it was someone else." Rong Mochen coldly stared at Jin Jumo’s ingratiating face, his thin lips tightly pressed, his black eyes like cold midnight stars, meeting his gaze seemed to freeze. Jin Jumo’s heart thumped, the door was open. But it was only a narrow gap, revealing a palm-sized face, and a pair of pure, bright, charming peach blossom eyes. "Mr. Rong, do you need to use the restroom?" "Will you come out, or shall I go in?" Rong Mochen’s voice was coolly detached, his black eyes quietly watching Jin Jumo. "..." Could she choose neither? Jin Jumo looked at Rong Mochen pitifully, but refused to speak. Rong Mochen coldly snorted, his long legs stepped toward Jin Jumo. Jin Jumo’s pores expanded, her fingers clung tightly to the doorframe, not daring to close the door, not wanting to go out either. Rong Mochen closed in, his towering figure like an ice mountain, standing before Jin Jumo. Jin Jumo could even feel waves of cold air streaming toward her from his chest, her heart shivering with fear. Jin Jumo lowered her eyelashes, barely breathing. She slowly moved her body toward one side of the door, standing against the wall. Rong Mochen stepped in, the spacious restroom instantly became cramped and the air turned alarmingly thin. Click! Jin Jumo’s eyelashes quivered, lifting her eyes, she saw a slender hand gripping the door handle, locking the door from the inside. Jin Jumo’s breathing quickened slightly, looking sharply up at Rong Mochen. Rong Mochen’s face was cold and indifferent, his black eyes dark and impenetrable, meeting Jin Jumo’s gaze the same way. Jin Jumo awkwardly twitched her lips, speaking with stiff lips, "Mr. Rong, if you have something to say, maybe we can discuss it somewhere else. A distinguished person like you shouldn’t linger in a restroom." Jin Jumo was really good at flattery! No one else dared to claim the second place for bending and stretching like she did. Jin Jumo always believed. A wise person avoids immediate disadvantages, let alone she was just a young girl! Rong Mochen chuckled coldly, suddenly closing in on her. Jin Jumo’s cheeks trembled slightly, subtly leaning her back closer to the wall, her eyes flickering, saying with a smile, "I’ve been in the restroom for quite a while. If I don’t come back soon, they might think something’s happened to me!" In fact, Jin Jumo was not very confident in saying this. After all, except for Ying Jingyao, the others probably didn’t even realize there was a Jin Jumo at the party. "Little Mo," Rong Mochen suddenly called her, his deep voice icy. Jin Jumo’s throat trembled slightly, looking at him. Rong Mochen frowned, the cold shadow in his black eyes subtle enough to be almost invisible, but certainly there. Her chin was pinched by two cool fingers. Jin Jumo’s hands hanging by her sides clenched slightly. "You’ve been quite disobedient lately, you know?" Rong Mochen said.