Chapter 75: Bundled Up So Tightly—What Are You Guarding Against? (2)

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Bundled Up So Tightly—What Are You Guarding Against? (2) "..." Jin Jumo pursed her lips tightly, and her eyes glanced quickly at the clock on the wall. Noticing Jin Jumo’s small movement, Rong Mochen furrowed his brows and swept his dark eyes over. When he saw the clock on the wall frozen at two in the morning, Feiran’s thin lips suddenly raised coldly. He had forgotten. It was already two in the morning... Two in the morning on the 29th! That is to say, the one-year contract the two had signed before had expired! "Really unwilling to suffer any loss." Rong Mochen did not retreat but pressed his chest closer against Jin Jumo, with a detached tone. Jin Jumo pretended not to understand. Rong Mochen sneered, raising Jin Jumo’s delicate chin with long fingers and staring deep into her eyes with dark eyes, "Knowing this earlier, would I have been redundant to rush back from France specially to save you?" Did he rush back from France specially to save her? Jin Jumo fixed her gaze, shocked, at Rong Mochen. "Don’t believe it?" Rong Mochen’s thin lips lowered, and a clear heat sprayed onto Jin Jumo’s face. Jin Jumo really... didn’t quite want to believe it! But recalling how he appeared so timely at the dock tonight, she couldn’t help but believe it. But... How did he know she was captured by Han Feng? Rong Mochen seemed to know what she was thinking, his dark eyes half-squinted, casually saying, "Gu Yan, who does intelligence work, paid a bit more attention to you after last seeing you." That baby-faced guy turned out to be in intelligence work? Couldn’t tell at all! At this moment, Jin Jumo felt somewhat fortunate that Gu Yan paid attention to her, yet somewhat fearful he would continue to pay attention... "Yicheng mingles in the underworld. Just checking casually, it was found who Han Feng hired to kidnap you. As for the people at the dock involved in human trafficking, Yicheng warned them a long time ago but never took serious action. It’s bad luck for them this time." When Rong Mochen said these words, his dark eyes kept staring at Jin Jumo, his tone was exceedingly calm, seemingly oblivious to how uncomfortable Jin Jumo felt hearing them. Jin Jumo’s face turned blue, then white, and finally green. Are there no normal people around him at all! Having one doing intelligence is already high-profile, and adding one mingling in the underworld on top! Moreover, look at Lei Yicheng’s demeanor; he absolutely can’t be a typical mob boss. No need to mention Xiao Nanqing, overall, the Xiao Family’s deep waters could drown her thoroughly once she stepped in! Jin Jumo suddenly felt particularly unwell! Jin Jumo’s brow jumped lightly, her lips uncontrollably trembling, "Rong..." Jin Jumo had just said one word before stopping, her cheeks flushed deep red, breathing abruptly stuck in her throat. "You sleep on the bed!" Rong Mochen’s voice was low and hoarse. Upon hearing his words, instinctively, she wanted to refuse. But seeing his cold and stern face, all words were stuck in her throat. After a brief interlude, unknowingly, it was already past three in the morning, and Jin Jumo sat dazed on the bed, her gaze sweeping between the red wine and shards of broken wine glasses scattered before the bay window and the bathroom. Hesitating, should she take the initiative to clean up those fragments? Without waiting to resolve her hesitation, the sound of water in the bathroom abruptly stopped. Jin Jumo’s expression tightened, before she even thought about it, she lay down and closed her eyes. Rong Mochen emerged from the bathroom in a bathrobe, and upon sweeping his gaze over the small lump on the bed, his dark eyes paused slightly before naturally looking away. After all, being accustomed to living alone, having another person now felt somewhat unfamiliar. After a while, the "sleeping" Jin Jumo felt the bed beside her slightly sinking, her hands under the down comforter unconsciously clenched. With eyes closed, Jin Jumo could still feel the deep gaze falling on her face. Jin Jumo’s heart contracted, curiosity was killing her, but she couldn’t open her eyes to see, could only hold on patiently. After the chill passed, Jin Jumo felt the pores on her left face slowly relaxing, with a hint of tingling and itching. Jin Jumo feared itching, unable to tolerate even a tiny bit. At this moment, her left face itched, as if a pair of hands were scraping her heart-liver, maddening! After enduring for a while, Jin Jumo really couldn’t take it, so she pretended to wake up inadvertently, squinting with a sleepy face at Rong Mochen, and covertly reaching out to scratch her left face. Yet, before touching her left face, her hand was intercepted by a large hand. Jin Jumo’s heart twitched, the more she couldn’t scratch, the more she felt itchy, and the more she wanted to scratch. Her whole being was a bit agitated. "Mr. Rong, my face itches." Jin Jumo frowned, her sweet and soft voice carrying a hint of impatient hoarseness, appearing extremely innocent and aggrieved. Rong Mochen stared at her, "Just applied medicine, can’t scratch." "But I really itch." Jin Jumo’s inner agitated fire grew more intense, but she didn’t dare erupt in front of him, enduring with extreme discomfort and torment. "I know." Rong Mochen ignored Jin Jumo’s face nearly exploding with fury, his tone almost ruthlessly indifferent. "..." Jin Jumo couldn’t do anything about him, angrily turned her face to the pillow, grit her teeth, and continued... enduring! Rong Mochen’s dark eyes flashed, then he released Jin Jumo’s hand. However, the next moment, as soon as Jin Jumo’s hand was freed, it unyieldingly reached towards her left face again. Rong Mochen’s face sank, "Little Mo!" Jin Jumo’s fingertips trembled, reluctantly looking at Rong Mochen, "I’ll just scratch once!" "No." Rong Mochen furrowed his brows tightly; if his face were just a bit darker, he’d truly become the iron-faced, impartial Judge Bao. Jin Jumo simply... Is it her face or his face? Seeing Jin Jumo truly suffocating, Rong Mochen pursed his lips and said, "If you want to sleep in the same bed as me, try scratching once?" What’s this supposed to mean? Jin Jumo blinked, could she interpret his meaning like this: if she resisted scratching, he wouldn’t sleep with her? Jin Jumo’s eyelashes drooped slightly, suddenly feeling her left face wasn’t that itchy anymore. She turned her face to the side and went silent. Seeing this, Rong Mochen’s jaw coldly tightened. Jin Jumo endured for so long she accidentally fell asleep, and when she woke the next day, it was almost noon, the vast bedroom contained only herself, no trace of the person. Jin Jumo sat up from the bed, hugging the warm quilt, muddled as she thought, did she actually sleep with him last night or not? Thinking as she did. Suddenly, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside, Jin Jumo looked over, her eyes slightly surprised. In her impression, Rong Mochen was always in a calm, cool suit and trousers, noble and above it all. But the Rong Mochen appearing at the door wore loose white V-neck knitwear, exposing a handsome collarbone. The white cropped pants stretched his long legs even more, matching gray-white cotton slippers and fluffy lazy black hair, looking especially homely and a bit like a warm man. Jin Jumo reluctantly licked her lower lip. Of course. If not for those icy black eyes! "Mr. Rong, good morning." Jin Jumo curved her eyes, greeting actively. "Morning?" Rong Mochen lightly scoffed. Uh... Jin Jumo awkwardly shifted her gaze. Rong Mochen walked over to her, his dark eyes sweeping her left face, seeing it was no longer swollen, then shifted his gaze. Handing over a fashion bag he held to Jin Jumo. Jin Jumo froze, noticed the logo on the bag, saw it was a high-end women’s clothing brand, quickly accepted it, grinning, "Mr. Rong is generous." Rong Mochen coldly stared at Jin Jumo’s ingratiating little face, his mouth slightly twitching. On his turf, Jin Jumo couldn’t very well let Rong Mochen go out, so she hugged the clothes to take to the bathroom to change. Jin Jumo took out the clothes one by one from the bag, only to find that the bag contained everything she needed, equipped from inside out.