CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: MY FEELINGS FOR YOU ARE SINCERE

"With that fake face full of Botox, you dare!"

Before Jin Jumo could speak, a sinister and extremely contemptuous male voice suddenly drifted over from one side.

Jin Jumo was slightly stunned and looked over.

When she saw Xiao Nanqing standing not far away, with an extraordinary posture but cold disdain in his eyes, and... the man beside him with finely chiseled features and tightly knit brows, her eyes trembled fiercely.

Han Feng was shamefully rigid-faced, looking at Xiao Nanqing and Rong Mochen.

The angry words choked in his throat when he saw the distinguished outfits and strong aura exuding from the newcomers.

"Who are you people?" Han Feng steadied his mind and asked.

Xiao Nanqing sneered coldly, gazing down at his leather shoes, "If I were you, I would choose to disappear immediately."

Han Feng’s throat quivered, dumbstruck as he looked at Xiao Nanqing.

Xiao Nanqing slowly raised his gaze, his phoenix eyes grim and cold, "Scram!"

"..." Han Feng’s spine chilled, his lips tight as he glanced at Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo’s expression was dull, looking wooden, and all the thorns had retracted; at this moment, she seemed like a harmless, innocent little rabbit.

The contrast was immense!

Han Feng’s eye twitched; after all, being in the entertainment circle, he did have some insight.

Those two clearly possessed extraordinary backgrounds, likely ones he could not afford to offend!

But if he just walked away now, how would Jin Jumo see him?

Seeing Han Feng still hesitating, Jin Jumo sighed inwardly.

If it were her, she would have already left. Why hesitate?

Taking a silent breath, Jin Jumo spoke loud enough for both to hear, "Xiao Family’s third young master—are you sure, Han Da Idol, you can afford to provoke him?"

Xiao Family’s third young master?

Han Feng’s face instantly turned ashen, looking shocked at Xiao Nanqing.

The Xiao Family is a prestigious family in Z City, politically established for generations, with a strong background. They stand alongside the Rong Family, the city’s top wealthy family, as two entities not to be trifled with.

In the end, Han Feng still left humiliated.

Jin Jumo stood against the wall, her misty peach blossom eyes glancing at Xiao Nanqing and... a block of ice!

Seeing someone now, Jin Jumo suddenly realized it had been over half a month since he returned from the UK without finding her.

Looking back now, Jin Jumo vaguely understood that she had "disobeyed" him, upset him, and that’s why he hadn’t come to her during this period.

He was unhappy; she actually understood because, after all, he was the one providing for her, wasn’t he just seeking joy?

As Jin Jumo was thinking this, her vision suddenly went dark, as a faint scent of tobacco mixed with mint blew in.

Her thick eyelashes fluttered, Jin Jumo bit her lower lip, awkwardly looked up at him, "Mr. Rong, what a coincidence ha."

Rong Mochen looked at her expressionlessly, his pupils deep and unfathomable, his tone indifferent, "He hugged you, and you didn’t push him away?"

"..." Jin Jumo’s eyes tightened, looking at him with a helpless smile, "Mr. Rong, it’s not fair..." raising her wrist to show him, "Mr. Rong, look, my wrist is bruised, how could you say I didn’t try to struggle and push him away?"

A slightly cool large hand gently clasped her wrist, Jin Jumo’s brow moved slightly, docilely letting him hold it.

"Have someone bring disinfectant and bruise ointment."

Rong Mochen lowered his gaze, glancing at Xiao Nanqing who was standing to the side watching with interest.

Xiao Nanqing squinted his eyes, unclear intent in his gaze sweeping over Jin Jumo.

Receiving his gaze, Jin Jumo’s peach blossom eyes flickered, silently lowering her eyelashes.

Yu Xiangju Supreme VIP room.

After Xiao Nanqing had someone send the medicine and ointment, he left Yu Xiangju.

At this moment, there were only Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen in the room.

Jin Jumo quietly observed the man’s cold profile, the cooling ointment on her wrist calming her heart.

A slight smile appeared on her lips, quietly saying, "Mr. Rong is so good to me, I don’t know how to repay him."

Rong Mochen paused his application, looking up coldly at Jin Jumo, "Haven’t you already pledged yourself to me?"

"Ha..." Jin Jumo chuckled aloud, her peach blossom eyes bright, saying nothing more.

After applying the ointment on her wrist, Rong Mochen pressed his lips together, his eyebrows furrowed, still staring at Jin Jumo’s wrist as if pondering something.

After a while with no words from him, Jin Jumo was growing restless, "Mr. Rong hasn’t had dinner yet, has he?"

He and Xiao Nanqing’s presence at Yu Xiangju surely meant they came for dinner!

"Hmm." The sound was heavy.

"Then I won’t disturb you anymore, I..."

"Have you finished the dubbing work?" Before Jin Jumo could finish, Rong Mochen looked up at her, his dark eyes deep.

"..." Jin Jumo was stunned; he actually knew she was busy with dubbing work?

Last time at Nan Jing Apartment, she hadn’t mentioned to him that she was doing dubbing work.

How... does he know?

Blinking her eyes, Jin Jumo looked at Rong Mochen, her peach blossom eyes showing faint confusion, yet she didn’t pursue it further, "Mm, almost finished."

"So, do you have time to ’accompany’ me next?" Rong Mochen stared at Jin Jumo, his gaze ambiguous, causing her face to blush.

Jin Jumo’s fair cheeks flushed pink, her eyes widening.

So recently, the reason he hadn’t come to her wasn’t anger, but because he knew she was busy with dubbing...

Her heart flickered with a sudden light tremor, Jin Jumo took a silent breath, playfully saying, "Mr. Rong is always my first priority."

Implying, if he wishes, even if she has no time, she’ll make time to ’accompany’ him.

Rong Mochen faintly raised his brow, "Refusing me for work, could it be there’s someone else?"

"..." Jin Jumo instantly felt embarrassed.

President Rong really played her face well!

Looking at Jin Jumo’s blushing face, Rong Mochen’s lips curled slightly, leaning in, his two slender, clean fingers captured her delicate chin, his voice low and seductive, "Come with me tonight, hmm?"

Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered, "Of course, but tonight I’m supposed to have dinner with colleagues; I need to return to say goodbye to them."

"Mm, go ahead."

Jin Jumo followed her memory back to the original room, finding it empty, everyone already dispersed.

Unable to just selfishly leave, Jin Jumo had no choice but to return to Rong Mochen’s room.

Upon returning, Rong Mochen had already ordered the meal.

Seeing Jin Jumo enter, he reached out a hand to her.

Jin Jumo smiled slightly, stepped forward, and placed her hand in his palm.

Rong Mochen led her to sit beside him, his dark eyes as deep as an abyss staring at Jin Jumo, his voice carrying an indistinct hint of humor, "Weren’t you curious about what I usually eat?"

"..." Jin Jumo felt embarrassed again.

It’s been so long, yet he still remembered!

"These are what I usually eat." Rong Mochen said.

Jin Jumo glanced at the dishes on the table, all vegetarian, though they were delicately prepared and beautifully plated, they seemed too bland.

Jin Jumo pressed her lips together.

Somewhat feeling disappointed, she thought she assumed someone’s taste was heavy like the other aspect... Turns out...

"Have some with me." Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo had drunk quite a bit before but had eaten little.

So she nodded, "Okay."

Throughout the meal, Jin Jumo noticed Rong Mochen barely spoke, each dish he almost took no more than three bites, probably due to the variety of dishes, otherwise he wouldn’t be full.

In her impression, boys usually ate with a voracious appetite, but Rong Mochen was incredibly elegant and refined, quietly sitting there, like a picturesque scene, pleasing to the eye.

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"If you keep staring at me like that, I can’t guarantee I won’t do something to you here, or perhaps, you prefer here..."