Chapter 73: How Can He Even Kiss Her?

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: How Can He Even Kiss Her? He was still dressed in his usual noble attire: a black coat, iron gray suit, matching waistcoat, and a white shirt, exuding an imposing aura. Jin Jumo’s nose inexplicably tingled, but her eyes filled with a hint of a smile, "Mr. Rong." Her usually sweet and gentle voice was now severely hoarse. Rong Mochen’s frown deepened as he opened his arms and pulled her tightly into his embrace, his broad hand gently stroking her hair, "It’s all over now." Jin Jumo said nothing, obediently nestling against his chest. Through the fabric, Rong Mochen seemed to feel the wetness spreading on her chest. His breathing suddenly became heavy, his dark eyes narrowed and fierce. Rong Mochen turned to glance at Lei Yicheng, who had his foot on Han Feng’s throat, and sneered coldly, "Leave Han Feng to me. The others..." Lei Yicheng pursed his lips, "There are rules in the underworld. Boss Rong, leave this matter to me. I will give you a satisfactory result." Rong Mochen didn’t say anything, his strong arms carrying Jin Jumo as he headed towards the SUV parked at the dock. Sitting inside the car, Rong Mochen didn’t place Jin Jumo in the passenger seat but held her on his lap. Jin Jumo leaned against him, like a weary fledgling, her breath shallow and calm. Rong Mochen lowered his gaze to look at her, his slender fingers gently pushing aside the messy strands of hair on her face. When he saw the five distinct finger marks on the left side of her face, his dark eyes darkened abruptly, "Does it hurt?" Jin Jumo slightly lifted her long, thick eyelashes, tugged at her pale lips towards him, "No, it doesn’t hurt." Rong Mochen tightened his brows, "Can you sit by yourself?" Jin Jumo froze for a moment, seemingly just realizing she had been clinging to his embrace the whole time, her pale cheeks flushing a faint red as she nodded. Rong Mochen silently watched her for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head and brushed her lips. Jin Jumo was slightly startled, the blush on her face deepened, and she lightly pursed her lips, her eyes twinkling. She hadn’t had a chance to rinse her mouth in the past two days, how could he kiss her? Rong Mochen rubbed her head, then placed her in the passenger seat. Jinming Port City. Besides Xiao Nanqing, with his thick-skinned nature, and Lei Yicheng and Gu Yan, this was the first time Rong Mochen brought someone, especially a woman, to his private villa. Having just escaped a dangerous situation, Jin Jumo hadn’t had time to recover her composure, so she didn’t ask where Rong Mochen was taking her. Yet, when Rong Mochen carried her into the villa, she was still slightly surprised by the luxurious interior decor and elegance. Rong Mochen directly carried her to the master bedroom on the second floor. "Want to wash up?" Rong Mochen asked softly, looking down at Jin Jumo. Jin Jumo nodded. Rong Mochen then directly carried Jin Jumo into the bathroom. Immersed in the hot water, Jin Jumo still felt cold to the bone. She couldn’t help imagining. If Rong Mochen hadn’t appeared in time today, what would have happened to her? If she had really been sold to Vietnam by Han Feng, what would her grandfather do? Ultimately just a twenty-year-old girl, no matter how much she pretended to be calm and composed when kidnapped by Han Feng, knowing that he wanted to sell her to Vietnam, the anger and unease, the vulnerability and fear she suppressed so well, all collapsed her psychological defenses at this moment. Slowly turning her body, Jin Jumo curled her legs slightly, and crystalline tears once again wet her eyelashes. "Squeak." The bathroom door suddenly opened from the outside without any warning. Jin Jumo’s body stiffened, her eyes flicked open. A pair of water-vapor red eyes were caught off guard when they met the deep black eyes of the man at the door. Rong Mochen was holding a new white bathrobe in his hand, a graceful hand holding the doorknob. His dark eyes looked intently at Jin Jumo’s eyes, brimming with tears. Jin Jumo was not accustomed to showing her emotions in front of others. Being caught by Rong Mochen made her feel embarrassed and uncomfortable. Awkwardly averting her eyes, she quickly wiped them. Rong Mochen’s long eyebrows pressed low, and he stepped inside, placing the white bathrobe on the white stone platform beside Jin Jumo. Jin wasJumo slightly pressed her body deeper into the water, her lowered thick eyelashes trembled lightly. Rong Mochen didn’t leave immediately. The bathroom was large, yet his presence made Jin Jumo feel as if her breath was being stifled. After a while, Jin Jumo finally heard the sound of heavy footsteps leaving the bathroom. The moment the bathroom door closed. Jin Jumo’s trembling eyelashes gently closed, her lips parting slightly as she took a few deep breaths. Two hours later, Jin Jumo finally dawdled out of the bathroom. Rong Mochen was smoking by the window, a deep frown on his forehead. Hearing the sound, he glanced slightly at Jin Jumo, but his lips twitched when he saw her. Because no other women had ever been to the villa before, there were no women’s bathrobes or clothes. The bathrobe he provided was naturally a man’s. Jin Jumo wasn’t short, just slightly petite and slender, yet still curvaceous. The bathrobe he gave her was custom-sized to his measurements. With Rong Mochen standing at 1.9 meters, his well-built figure, his robe draped over Jin Jumo, completely brushed the floor. It made Jin Jumo especially appear like a child trying on adult clothes. Jin Jumo felt embarrassed too, standing awkwardly at the door, the curve of her mouth stiff, and spoke softly, "Mr. Rong, the robe is too big, could I borrow some clothes?" Rong Mochen slightly raised an eyebrow, walked to the bedside, snuffed out the cigarette in the ashtray, and looked up at Jin Jumo, "Will a shirt do?" Jin Jumo nodded. Rong Mochen walked to the closet connected to the bedroom, soon returning with a black shirt in hand, approaching Jin Jumo. The tall, strapping man standing in front of Jin Jumo made her appear even more petite. Jin Jumo lowered her lashes, softly taking the shirt from his hand, "Thank you." But Jin Jumo didn’t turn back to the bathroom, just kept her head down, looking at her toes. Rong Mochen’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, following her gaze down. He then noticed she was barefoot, her delicate, jade-like toes poking amusingly out from the oversized white robe, her big toe lightly twitched. Rong Mochen’s eyes deepened slightly, but he said nothing, turning and walking out of the bedroom. When Rong Mochen returned to the master bedroom, Jin Jumo had already swiftly changed out of the bathrobe, the loose black shirt now draped over her, its row of agate buttons all done up securely. Under the black shirt, she had somehow found a pair of oversized black trousers slipping over her legs. Seeing Rong Mochen enter, Jin Jumo awkwardly touched her hair, "Mr. Rong, you don’t mind me wearing your pants, do you?" Not knowing if he did it intentionally. She asked to borrow clothes, but he only gave her a shirt. Even in winter, no matter how warm the heating was in the master bedroom, bare legs would still feel cold, wouldn’t they? Most importantly, how could she stand before him with bare legs now, wasn’t that just inviting trouble! Rong Mochen’s dark eyes slid over her with a faint smile, saying nothing as he walked over to her. Jin Jumo felt a bit uneasy, "Mr. Rong, didn’t you say you were going to stay in France for a week? How come you’re back already? Did you finish everything?" Rong Mochen still didn’t speak, his tall and erect form bending a knee before Jin Jumo. "Lift your leg." Her ankle was gently grasped by a warm, large hand, sending a jolt through Jin Jumo’s heart, "Mr. Rong, ah..." Just as Jin Jumo began to speak, the hand on her foot suddenly tugged forcefully. With her balance disrupted, Jin Jumo fell backward. The pain she anticipated didn’t come. Instead, she was caught by a solid arm around her waist, and as it gently pulled forward, she found herself seated on the man’s bent knee.