Chapter 88: Tell Me, Do You Willingly Agree or Not?

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: Tell Me, Do You Willingly Agree or Not? Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered lightly, suppressing her breath as she looked at him for a while, then took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Rong also mentioned that marriage is no small matter. Since Mr. Rong has proposed to marry me, should we sit down calmly and have a proper discussion about the matter of marriage?" The two sat on the sofa, Jin Jumo’s hand still held by him, with a gentle grip, appearing as if held casually, with space between their hands. But Jin Jumo tried to pull her hand away several times, without success, unable to extricate it from his large hand. Jin Jumo’s head throbbed slightly, frowning as she looked at Rong Mochen’s calm face, "Mr. Rong, I don’t believe you would want to marry me for no reason. Can you tell me the reason?" Rong Mochen stared at her, the corner of his mouth tugging suddenly downward, lowering his dark eyes, without answering Jin Jumo. Yet his reaction indirectly told Jin Jumo that there must be another reason behind his marriage proposal. Jin Jumo tried again to pull her hand from his, but the result was still unsatisfactory. She bit her lower lip and had to give up for the moment. Slightly calming her mood, Jin Jumo frowned, her eyes clear as she stared at Rong Mochen, suddenly asking, "Does Mr. Rong like me?" "I like you." Rong Mochen replied almost without thinking, with a tone as casual as if Jin Jumo had asked if he had had lunch. Jin Jumo’s mouth twitched, "Then what does Mr. Rong like about me?" Rong Mochen half-squinted his dark eyes, his gaze burning as he focused on Jin Jumo’s alluring lips. "..." Jin Jumo’s face flushed, knowing his answer without needing to think. What he referred to as liking was merely liking her body, or perhaps, he just didn’t object to her as a person. And the liking of her body was nothing more than hormonal influence! Jin Jumo smiled helplessly, "Mr. Rong, marriage is something that brings happiness. Two people going from knowing each other to finally getting married should happen naturally and willingly for both parties. When Mr. Rong talks about marrying me, there’s not a trace of joy on your face, and your eyes are equally calm without a ripple, so Mr. Rong, you do not truly want to marry me from the heart." "You’re wrong." Rong Mochen listened quietly to Jin Jumo’s words, raising his eyes to look at her with a calm tone, "I never make decisions that do not align with my genuine desires. Proposing marriage to you is naturally something I want to do from within." Jin Jumo looked at him for a few seconds, smiling lightly, "Can I ask Mr. Rong a question?" "Go ahead," Rong Mochen replied. "What am I to Mr. Rong?" Jin Jumo asked. Rong Mochen’s brows furrowed slightly, evidently never considering that question. Jin Jumo narrowed her eyes knowingly, "In Mr. Rong’s heart, I’m not irreplaceable, and it’s not that Mr. Rong won’t marry someone else besides me. In fact, I’m no different from any other woman in Mr. Rong’s heart, not special." Rong Mochen’s brows furrowed tighter, his dark eyes staring somberly at Jin Jumo, "What are you trying to express?" Jin Jumo pursed her lips, "I just feel Mr. Rong will eventually meet a girl he truly likes, someone he genuinely wants to marry, who will be the only one in his heart. Such a girl is surely Mr. Rong’s most ideal marriage partner. But this person is not me." Rong Mochen squinted at Jin Jumo, after a pause, his thin lips curled coldly, "In the end, you still aren’t willing." Jin Jumo didn’t speak. Yet deep down, of course, she wasn’t willing! The Rong Family, such a grand family, is not something she can easily venture into. And the title of the Rong Family’s CEO’s wife is something her little brain can’t bear. She still has that sense of self-awareness! Suddenly, her chin was lifted by a slightly cool finger. Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered lightly, looking at Rong Mochen. Rong Mochen looked coolly at Jin Jumo, "Tell me, are you willing or unwilling?" "..." Jin Jumo frowned tightly, "Sorry, Mr. Rong, I’m unwilling!" The warmth in Rong Mochen’s eyes instantly descended, ice forming in his gaze as if emerging from their sockets, sharp as a blade, tightly focusing on Jin Jumo. Seeing this, Jin Jumo’s heart couldn’t help but chill. Secretly wondering if she had been too unequivocal in her response? Who is Rong Mochen? The renowned figure in Z City, with an undisclosed fortune, sharp skills, and a man blessed by fortune. And she? Just an ordinary citizen! Him taking interest in her is already her luck from previous lives, yet she dared to disrespectfully refuse, has she lived too long? The more Jin Jumo thought, the more she felt her previous response was too blunt; her complexion changed, she cleared her throat slightly, and glanced at Rong Mochen, "I mean, Mr. Rong deserves a better girl. Why let me ruin it, right?" Rong Mochen’s eye corner twitched slightly, his brows tight, as though looking more at Jin Jumo would hurt the eyes exponentially, withdrawing his hand and striding towards the desk. As he departed from beside her, Jin Jumo immediately felt her breathing much smoother, lightly parting her lips, exhaling shallowly a couple of times. Watching Rong Mochen sit back on the chair, face stern, his broad shoulders leaning against the chair back, eyes narrowed, silently gazing at her. That gaze made her heart uneasy. Jin Jumo licked her lower lip, slowly standing up from the sofa, speaking as she walked towards the desk, "Mr. Rong, perhaps we should discuss nullifying the contract?" Jin Jumo had just approached the desk and picked up the contract. Sitting in the chair, Rong Mochen suddenly stood up swiftly. Jin Jumo was startled, her face turning pale, clutching the document tightly as she quickly retreated several steps, her expression stiff and white. Seeing this, Rong Mochen’s thin lips curled coldly, once more sidestepping the desk to approach Jin Jumo. Jin Jumo’s heart raced, her long eyelashes unable to conceal the tremor of panic. He came closer, approximately two or three steps away. Jin Jumo suddenly inhaled deeply, turning to dash toward the study door. The steady footsteps followed closely, merging with her shadow. Jin Jumo’s face blanched, panic causing her to stumble, her whole body uncontrollably plunging forward. "Ah..." Jin Jumo cried out in fear, instinctively protecting her stomach, tightly shutting her eyes, turning her face sideways, bracing for the impending pain. Jin Jumo’s eyes were filled with panic, as she looked up and widened her eyes in shock to gaze at Rong Mochen, she opened her mouth intending to speak, but the sight of the man’s furious face halted her, suddenly forgetting what she wanted to say. "Are you that afraid of me?" Rong Mochen’s voice was cold and low, staring at Jin Jumo with deep eyes gathering specks of anger. Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered gently, her gaze shifting from his face, to tightly pursing her lips without saying anything. Rong Mochen seized Jin Jumo’s slender waist, pinching her chin with two fingers, turning her face to face him, his deep dark eyes coldly gazing at her, "Am I that frightening?" Jin Jumo’s drooping eyelashes flicked twice, slowly lifting to look at him, "Across the whole of Z City, there’s probably no one who isn’t afraid of Mr. Rong. It’s not surprising I’m afraid." Rong Mochen gently furrowed his brows, "Since you’re afraid of me, why did you choose to be with me in the first place?" Jin Jumo’s eyes paused, but then she gently smiled, "Of course, it’s because Mr. Rong offered a generous sum." Rong Mochen’s brows furrowed deeper, gazing deeply at Jin Jumo’s raised smile for a while, pinching her chin, and slightly lifting her mouth with some force, "Ugly!" "..." Jin Jumo’s pupils narrowed slightly, her lips tightened as she stared at Rong Mochen. "I have a lot of money." Rong Mochen spoke indifferently. Jin Jumo’s eye corner twitched; she certainly knew how much wealth he had, but what did it have to do with her? "Marry me, and my money will be yours." Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo. "..." Jin Jumo’s heart trembled slightly, but her face froze for quite a while before she forced a smile, "Mr. Rong, what a joke." "I never joke." Rong Mochen’s tone was calm, "You like money, and I have money. What’s bad about marrying me?"