Chapter 64: Mr. Rong, I’m Only Asking Out of Curiosity (2)

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Mr. Rong, I’m Only Asking Out of Curiosity (2) Jin Jumo still didn’t notice. Her slightly pale face seemed to have a touch of color. She picked up the sushi and put it in her mouth. But the next second, her expression changed multiple times, and the clear eyes held a touch of indescribable agony. Why did no one tell her this sushi was salmon sushi? Rong Mochen glanced at Jin Jumo’s slightly furrowed brows, his dark eyes lowered a bit. Without changing his expression, he handed a cup of hot water to Jin Jumo. Jin Jumo’s mouth twitched uncomfortably. She picked up the hot water and took a big sip, forcing the sushi down. "Give me your phone." Rong Mochen quietly looked at Jin Jumo for a moment, then said in a calm voice. "?" Jin Jumo looked at Rong Mochen in surprise. Rong Mochen extended a clean big hand. Jin Jumo didn’t understand, but obediently handed her phone to him. Rong Mochen took the phone, pressed the lock screen button, and his slender fingers paused, "Password." "..." Jin Jumo didn’t immediately respond, pursed her lips sullenly, "Mr. Rong, is there something in my phone that you need?" Rong Mochen didn’t speak, his dark eyes lifted slightly, deep and unfathomable. Jin Jumo slowly put down her chopsticks, her hand followed her to the table underneath. Rong Mochen noticed Jin Jumo’s small gesture, his brows furrowed. "...1228" Jin Jumo’s voice was as quiet as a whisper. 1228... December 28th! Her day of liberation! After saying this, Jin Jumo’s pores expanded in anxiety. Rong Mochen’s dark eyes merely narrowed slightly before entering the number she mentioned to unlock. Jin Jumo was bewildered, completely unaware of what he wanted with her phone. Precisely because she couldn’t figure it out, Jin Jumo grew even more tense. After about two minutes, Rong Mochen’s gaze lifted from the phone and settled on Jin Jumo. Jin Jumo’s face twitched, and she smiled ingratiatingly at him. Rong Mochen lightly raised his brows and handed the phone back to Jin Jumo. As Jin Jumo reached out to take it, she heard the black phone resting beside Rong Mochen on the table ring once. Startled, Jin Jumo looked suspiciously at the phone. Rong Mochen calmly picked up the phone, his clean finger pads pressing a couple of times on the screen. And then, something marvelous happened. The phone in Jin Jumo’s hand vibrated twice as well. Jin Jumo blinked, looked down to open her phone. The WeChat interface surprised her greatly, and she gasped, "How is this possible? I clearly blocked this!" Jin Jumo stared repeatedly at the avatar on the interface, finally confirming that it’s the one she blocked... Lonely Cigarette! Did she encounter a ghost after a psycho? Jin Jumo’s face grew paler, unaware of how someone’s face grew darker due to her reaction. "I-I blocked it, there’s no way I remember wrong, how—" The terror-stricken voice abruptly stopped, Jin Jumo’s expression froze, she slowly raised her head to look at the man opposite her. Rong Mochen’s long brows furrowed, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, his deep black eyes coldly gazing at her. An astonishing thought swept through Jin Jumo’s mind like a storm! Cautiously taking a breath, Jin Jumo asked softly, "Mr. Rong, do you use WeChat?" Rong Mochen responded with a cool snort. Jin Jumo’s heart twitched, and she comforted herself, "Of course, someone like Mr. Rong wouldn’t use WeChat..." "Why can’t I use it?" Rong Mochen spoke heavily. So? Jin Jumo held her breath, waving her phone at Rong Mochen, "Is this Lonely Cigarette Mr. Rong?" This, Lonely Cigarette? Rong Mochen’s composed face seemed strained, tightening as he looked at Jin Jumo, "It’s just a picture." It was really him! Jin Jumo felt even more shocked than when she found the deleted person mysteriously reappearing in her phone. How did he know her WeChat ID? Jin Jumo’s mind felt numb, though she wasn’t completely blank. She recalled saying her WeChat ID to Gao Qi at Professor Zhou Xueyi’s birthday party, and he heard it too. He added her that night! "It turns out it was Mr. Rong, I thought it was..." a creep. Of course, Jin Jumo wouldn’t dare utter those last two words. "Thought it was what?" Rong Mochen’s brows furrowed tightly, his slender fingers tapped the wine glass on the table. "...I thought it was a random stranger adding me." Jin Jumo smacked her lips, and said. "So you blocked them without even asking?" Rong Mochen’s voice was calm as if it was just a casual question. But Jin Jumo knew, this lord was bothered! Jin Jumo smiled fawningly, "Mr. Rong, you wronged me, I did ask, asked twice, but you didn’t say it was you." "Two question marks?" Rong Mochen scoffed softly. So petty! Jin Jumo licked her lips ruefully, saying nothing. Because anything she said now, someone would find fault with. In terms of rhetoric, to truly win, how could Jin Jumo compete with the smooth-talking "old hand" who dominated business transactions with just a sentence... Rong Mochen pursed his lips, dark eyes flashed with doubt, "Does that picture make people impulsively block?" Um... Jin Jumo’s cheek twitched, inexplicably finding humor in his remark. Laughter stuck in her throat, she suppressed it until it didn’t escape. Jin Jumo blinked eyes brimming with water, and said with a serious face, "No." Rong Mochen stared at Jin Jumo’s damp eyelashes, his face suddenly fell slightly. Jin Jumo lowered her eyelashes, fiercely fiddling with her knee, how to stop wanting to laugh? Leaving the restaurant, Jin Jumo walked behind Rong Mochen, hesitated for a while, then quickly walked two steps to catch up, tilting her head to observe his calm profile, "Mr. Rong, actually, that picture is quite distinctive." The reason Jin Jumo suddenly brought it up. Was because someone kept a stern face all along, the coldness of his gaze seemed to freeze everything. The beginning and end of it all was in that image. When she spoke. Rong Mochen’s pace mildly stopped, he glanced coolly at Jin Jumo, too aloof to speak. Jin Jumo looked up at Rong Mochen. Suddenly, she found him cute and real. Straightening her lips, Jin Jumo voluntarily held Rong Mochen’s arm, her soft body leaning against his arm, "Mr. Rong, does it feel particularly cold tonight?" Jin Jumo felt a wave of inexplicable relief in her heart, but didn’t delve into the cause. Rong Mochen insisted on personally sending Jin Jumo back to school. West Gate of G University. Uncharacteristically, Jin Jumo wasn’t in a hurry to get out of the car, sitting quietly for two minutes. Jin Jumo took a slight breath, her lips curled, two dimples faintly appearing on her fair face, she looked at Rong Mochen, "Mr. Rong, goodbye." The farewell held a subtle sense of seriousness. Rong Mochen’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, he gazed intently at Jin Jumo, his mellow voice elegantly soft, "Hmm." Jin Jumo smiled broadly, the clear and beautiful countenance held a genuine warmth, one Rong Mochen had never seen before. Rong Mochen’s handsome brow tightened slightly. Jin Jumo retracted her gaze, reached to open the car door to get out, pushing hard, but unexpectedly, it wouldn’t open. After trying several times, Jin Jumo blinked, realized something, her hand stopped moving, turned her head to look confusedly at Rong Mochen. Rong Mochen pulled out a cigarette and lit it, his sexy thin lips holding the cigarette butt, took a puff, a wisp of smoke lazily circled in the air before disappearing.