Chapter 94: Little Mo, You’re Being Unreasonable!

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Little Mo, You’re Being Unreasonable! But he was paying attention. So, he’s genuinely anticipating the child in her belly, isn’t he? "If you want to look, just look. Why sneak around?" Rong Mochen glanced at Jin Jumo, his tone not exactly gentle, yet not cold either, with a barely noticeable curve at the corner of his thin lips. "..." Jin Jumo felt embarrassed and silently moved her gaze to the car window. Rong Mochen slightly raised his eyebrow, his eye catching Jin Jumo’s slightly clenched left hand as he half-closed his dark eyes, looking at Jin Jumo, "Little Mo." "Hm?" Jin Jumo turned her head to look at him. Rong Mochen extended his hand to her. Jin Jumo’s eyes showed surprise as she hesitantly looked at the broad hand reaching out to her, then slowly looked up at Rong Mochen, her expression wooden. "Give me your hand," Rong Mochen said. Jin Jumo frowned, puzzled, but still placed her hand in his palm. Although Jin Jumo was indeed 1.67 meters tall, her hand was quite small, with slender joints, fair skin, and the delicate veins on the back of her hand faintly visible. In his palm, it felt weightless like boneless. Or perhaps, it wasn’t that Jin Jumo’s hand was small, just that in comparison to Rong Mochen’s large hand, it appeared small and soft. A subtle gleam appeared in Rong Mochen’s dark eyes, and he slowly closed his fingers, wrapping Jin Jumo’s hand in his palm once more. Warmth seeped into her skin, and Jin Jumo’s hand, held by him, grew stiff yet uncontrollably softened, as if it would melt into his palm. Her heartbeat skipped suddenly, and her cheeks flushed, her peach blossom eyes sparkling as she looked at Rong Mochen. But Rong Mochen didn’t look at her again, his dark eyes staring straight ahead, controlling the steering wheel with one hand while the other held her hand, not relaxing his grip even as the car came to a stop. Jin Jumo’s face remained warm until the very end, and she could even feel that the breath she exhaled through her nose was warm. "We’re here." Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo, his voice as calmly cold as ever. "...Oh." "Little Mo!" Rong Mochen’s dark eyes were stern, his thin sharp lips pressed straight, his brows tightly furrowed, sternly staring at her, "No more jumping from now on!" "..." Seeing his extremely serious and cold expression, Jin Jumo’s heart trembled, though she felt a bit aggrieved, she nodded obediently, gazing at him with innocent big eyes. Rong Mochen suddenly appeared a bit distressed, sighed slightly, reached out to embrace Jin Jumo briefly, then released her, his voice returning to tranquility, "Let’s go inside." With that, he led Jin Jumo by the hand into a large building. Jin Jumo followed silently behind him, obedient as could be, making Rong Mochen look back at her from time to time, perhaps surprised. Entering the elevator, Rong Mochen silently stared at Jin Jumo, who was looking downward, making her nose align with her chest, and he gently pursed his thin lips, "What’s wrong?" Jin Jumo glanced up at him once, then lowered her head again, "Nothing." Typically, when a man asks a woman what’s wrong, if she replies with single syllables, ninety-nine percent of the time, something is the matter. Though Rong Mochen didn’t quite understand women, the awkward expression on Jin Jumo’s face made it impossible for him to believe she was truly fine as she claimed. Squinting his eyes slightly, one hand cupped Jin Jumo’s face, his dark eyes fixedly stared at her, "Speak." "Nothing..." "Nothing? If there’s nothing, why are you sulking with me?" "..." Did she? Jin Jumo’s eyelashes lowered, silently. Rong Mochen was not a patient person; he withdrew his hand with a cold snort, his voice still icy and indifferent, "You’re not going to speak, so stay in the elevator until you feel like talking." Jin Jumo’s mouth twitched, watching the elevator reach the specified floor only for him to close it again, switching to the first floor. Tightening her lips, Jin Jumo felt aggrieved; she really couldn’t compare with someone in terms of being "willful"! Taking a slight breath, Jin Jumo pressed the first floor button again, then returned to the original floor. Rong Mochen pursed his lips, staring coldly at Jin Jumo. Jin Jumo clenched her hand, straightened her back, looked at Rong Mochen, and said, "Mr. Rong, after marrying you, do I have to listen to you in everything? Must I never oppose you? And whatever you say, I have to do?" In face of her inexplicable accusations, Rong Mochen’s handsome face slightly darkened, "Did I say such things?" "You didn’t, but you acted that way!" Jin Jumo raised her chin, her expression firm. Rong Mochen’s dark eyes grew darker, staring at Jin Jumo for a long moment; the cold shadow in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a somewhat helpless look, his tone also softened significantly, "Little Mo, you’re being ridiculous." "..." Could someone tell where the word "ridiculous" was written on her face please? Jin Jumo tightly furrowed her delicate brows and accused, "Am I not allowed to jump or walk without Mr. Rong’s permission now?" "..." Rong Mochen was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized what she meant, squinted his dark eyes, smirked coldly, and suddenly placed Jin Jumo’s hand on her belly, staring at her speechlessly. Jin Jumo was first startled by his gesture; a few seconds later, her face changed color in every possible way. Embarrassment, awkwardness, self-consciousness, and so on... So, he was worrying about her earlier, rather than trying to control her... Jin Jumo’s little face flushed furiously, losing even the courage to meet Rong Mochen’s gaze. Her long eyelashes drooped low like frosted spinach, and she immediately felt deflated. Ding... The elevator arrived at the designated floor. Jin Jumo felt a chill in her palm, followed by a cold shadow brushing past her, the breeze as it passed by enough to freeze her stiff. At this moment, Jin Jumo finally realized the saying: self-inflicted pain cannot be lived through! Mouth bitterly pursing, Jin Jumo glanced at the distant back of the man named Ling Han, regretting her past actions as she frowned, then followed along. Following Rong Mochen inside, Jin Jumo finally realized he had brought her to a photography studio. Bubbles floated in Jin Jumo’s mind; could it be that he brought her here to take photos? "Mo Chen." Jin Jumo looked up, and her eye sockets immediately shrank. The woman in sight wore a tight, narrow emerald green cheongsam, her golden waves of hair casually and lazily rolled up with an extremely simple wooden hairpin at the back, her makeup gorgeous, though her demeanor bore a rare heroic spirit not often seen in women. With one hand supporting her chest, she held a lady’s cigarette between her fingers, speaking amidst clouds of smoke, her posture particularly graceful. Though her words were directed at Rong Mochen, her beautiful, seductive eyes were glancing at her, red lips curled into a faint smile, her graceful figure leaning slightly on the antique wooden stairs. This woman made her irresistibly think of the character Dongfang Bubai from the movies. Rong Mochen slightly raised his eyes and glanced at her, his voice indifferent, "Get her ready." This "her" naturally referred to Jin Jumo. The woman raised her elegant neck like that of a swan, exhaled smoke into the air, and smiled at Jin Jumo, "Come." Jin Jumo hesitated, glancing at Rong Mochen who never looked at her, she gritted her teeth and awkwardly whispered by his side, "Mr. Rong, are we going to take pictures?" Rong Mochen didn’t give her a single glance, his long legs turning as he sat on the fabric sofa to one side. Jin Jumo’s face turned red with embarrassment. "Ignore him, what a character!" The woman scoffed at Rong Mochen, laughing as she walked down the stairs, towards Jin Jumo. "Stub out the cigarette you’re holding." Rong Mochen glanced over at this moment, frowning. The woman paused, swayed her waist, smiled teasingly yet attractively at Rong Mochen, "What’s wrong with me smoking one cigarette? You’re managing so many employees at the Rong Family, isn’t that enough? Are you really going to run over to my little place and manage my smoking too?" Rong Mochen’s face showed no expression; he just stared at the woman faintly. Unable to stand it, the woman rolled her eyes, shook her waist, and walked to the long table in front of the sofa, stubbed her cigarette in the ashtray, and sneered at Rong Mochen, "Is it okay now?"