Chapter 55: Mr. Rong, Miss Jin Is Acting Strange

Chapter 55: Chapter 55: Mr. Rong, Miss Jin Is Acting Strange Meeting his gaze, Jin Jumo slightly squinted, hiding all the emotions in her eyes, smiled softly, and walked towards the dining table. "Little Mo." He called her, his voice deep and pleasing. Jin Jumo looked at him. "Come to my side." Rong Mochen stared at her. Jin Jumo hesitated slightly, then smiled as she walked toward him, "Isn’t Mr. Rong going to eat?" "Yes, waiting for you to come." Rong Mochen wrapped her waist, bent slightly, his dark eyes looking straight at Jin Jumo. Under his gaze, Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered slightly, playfully teasing, "Why is Mr. Rong looking at me like that, it’s quite scary!" Rong Mochen lightly curled his lips, his long fingers gently lifted Jin Jumo’s delicate chin, his deep gaze scanned over Jin Jumo’s lips like a precision scanner, "Am I that scary? Just looking at you makes you feel afraid." Jin Jumo felt guilty as he played with her chin, laughed awkwardly, "Otherwise, how does Mr. Rong think he got the title of the most untouchable in Z City?" "The most untouchable in Z City?" Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow, his thin lips savoring the words, finally smiling, "That’s just an exaggeration. Those who know me know I have a good temper, rarely get angry. Unless..." Unless... Jin Jumo’s eyebrows twitched, looking at him, "Unless what?" Rong Mochen lowered his eyes, his fingertips gently brushed Jin Jumo’s soft and pink lips, "Unless someone pretends to be smart in front of me, thinking they can deceive me..." A chill instantly shot up her spine. Jin Jumo’s body stiffened, the curve of her lips froze, her black eyes staring blankly at Rong Mochen, even forgetting to breathe. Rong Mochen’s eyes were like an endless night sky, black without a trace of light, watching Jin Jumo. For a long time. He slowly curled his lips, a large hand fondly brushing Jin Jumo’s cheek, "Breathe." "..." Jin Jumo blinked hard, finally realizing she was so guilty she almost suffocated herself. Taking a sudden breath, Jin Jumo lowered her head, licking her lips in a bit of panic, continuously reminding herself to stay calm. "Little Mo’s so timid, you probably wouldn’t dare deceive me." Rong Mochen’s voice was calm, his fingers threading through Jin Jumo’s thick and smooth black hair, gently pressing her scalp as if helping her relax. But Jin Jumo became even more nervous. This action, to the now jittery Jin Jumo, felt as terrifying as if he was about to twist her head off her neck. Swallowing dryly, Jin Jumo laughed somewhat theatrically, "Of course, how could I dare deceive Mr. Rong, it’s not like I want to die." Rong Mochen just quietly looked at her, smiling without speaking. Gradually, Jin Jumo couldn’t keep up her smile. Pressing her lips, she said, "Mr. Rong must be hungry, shall we... order?" "Yes." Rong Mochen nodded, his expression unchanged, his warm big hand wrapping around Jin Jumo’s cold small hand, leading her to the dining table. Jin Jumo lowered her head, biting her lip, obediently following him, her big eyes occasionally glancing at his face. Jin Jumo’s intelligence was well-known, but at this moment, she couldn’t tell whether Rong Mochen’s calm expression was genuine or a façade. Because she always felt, his earlier words seemed to be directed at her? Sitting by the dining table. Jin Jumo placed her hands on the table, her fingertips lightly tapping the table where Rong Mochen couldn’t see. "I heard from Assistant Fu, during your seven days in Ju City, you had her prepare a fish dish for you every day. Really like eating fish?" Rong Mochen spoke to Jin Jumo as usual. Just hearing the word "fish" made Jin Jumo’s stomach churn, thinking gloomily, her most hated food was fish, hands down. Moreover. What does it mean to have Fu Mulan prepare a fish dish every day? Clearly, she would prepare a whole table of food to watch her eat it every time. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so horrified at the mention of "fish" now. "How about a steamed bass?" Rong Mochen asked, yet he didn’t really intend to hear Jin Jumo’s opinion, he ordered directly. Jin Jumo felt exasperated! During the meal, Jin Jumo automatically ignored the steamed bass placed before her, despite it looking delicious. "Don’t you like eating fish? Why not eating?" Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo. Uh... "I’m afraid of the bones getting stuck in my throat." What a flimsy excuse! Who loves eating fish but is afraid of the bones getting stuck in their throat! Even Jin Jumo felt it was nonsense! Rong Mochen pursed his lips, having the waiter bring a clean porcelain bowl. Jin Jumo perplexedly watched him. When she saw Rong Mochen transferring the thick bass meat to a small bowl and seriously picking out the bones, Jin Jumo’s heart stirred. "Eat." After picking out the bones, Rong Mochen placed the small bowl before Jin Jumo. "..." Jin Jumo blankly stared at Rong Mochen, that strange feeling surged in her heart again. Tragically, she had resisted vomiting all the fish she ate under Fu Mulan’s watchful eyes, yet she couldn’t resist and ran to the restroom to vomit without end after only a couple of bites in front of Rong Mochen. Rong Mochen, with a serious face, stood behind Jin Jumo, his broad hand lightly patting her back, his brows furrowed tightly. "Rong, ugh..." With him standing behind, she couldn’t even vomit properly. Jin Jumo wore an expression of pain, her peach blossom eyes tearing up from retching, her voice was a choked whimper, "Mr. Rong, please, please don’t stay here." Too embarrassing. Also, she felt both uncomfortable and guilty; she really couldn’t handle it. Seemingly due to this, once she started vomiting, she just couldn’t stop. Rong Mochen pursed his lips, his voice deep, "What’s the point of caring about that now?" "Ugh..." Jin Jumo wanted to die, it was terribly uncomfortable! Finally, seeing Jin Jumo threw up endlessly, her face tear-streaked. Rong Mochen sighed heavily, turned, and walked out of the restroom. To the waiter at the door who looked somewhat panicked, he sternly ordered, "Why are you standing here? Call a doctor." "...Yes, yes." The waiter turned pale from fright, afraid that something from their restaurant had caused Jin Jumo’s severe vomiting. Rong Mochen returned to the restroom with a tense face, seeing Jin Jumo slumped limply over the toilet, her profile ashen. Rong Mochen’s breath caught, he approached, crouched his tall frame, and gathered Jin Jumo into his arms from behind. Jin Jumo’s eyes were full of crystalline tears, weakly looking at Rong Mochen, frowning, "Mr. Rong, I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today, vomiting this badly and ruining your appetite." Rong Mochen knit his brows, his dark eyes tinged with anger as he stared at Jin Jumo, huffing, "You still have the energy to talk?" Jin Jumo pouted sadly, "I’m just afraid Mr. Rong would blame me." "So in your eyes, I’m a narrow-minded person who’d get angry over such a small matter?" Rong Mochen’s voice was cold as he spoke, lifting Jin Jumo horizontally in his arms. "No, Mr. Rong, let me stay here for a while." Jin Jumo said pitifully. "Still want to vomit?" Rong Mochen’s eyebrows furrowed deeply, forming a character "川". Jin Jumo weakly nodded. Rong Mochen paused for a moment, then said, "Let me know when you feel like vomiting." What does that mean? Jin Jumo looked weakly at Rong Mochen. Rong Mochen pursed his lips, "I’ll put you down." "..." Jin Jumo was so shocked her eyes went wide. So he’s just going to hold her here in the restroom until she vomits to her heart’s content? Doesn’t he find it disgusting? "It’s not necessary, Mr. Rong, let me stay here for a while longer, it’s too much trouble for you."