CHAPTER 28: CHAPTER 28: EAT WITH ME

"..."

Jin Jumo thought she was being very careful and discreet, but she didn’t expect him to notice her.

Her eyes twitched awkwardly, and Jin Jumo pretended not to hear, lowering her head and sipping the soup cup bit by bit.

Rong Mochen watched Jin Jumo like this, his dark eyes quickly flashed with something.

Nan Jing Apartment.

As soon as she stepped inside, her body was pulled over with great force and pressed against the wall.

When it came to this matter, Rong Mochen was always aggressively domineering, making Jin Jumo unable to resist.

And today, he seemed even more aggressive and fierce than ever before.

"Ugh... Mr. Rong, stop... wait..."

"Mr. Rong, I’m not feeling well."

"Not feeling well?" Rong Mochen held Jin Jumo’s face with one hand and asked softly.

Jin Jumo felt a little embarrassed, more awkward, stammering, "I drank too much, too much wine tonight, ugh..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a wave of nausea surged up, and Jin Jumo quickly pushed Rong Mochen away and ran to the bathroom.

Rong Mochen watched Jin Jumo run into the bathroom without any grace, his handsome face instantly turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

Jin Jumo knelt over the toilet, annoyed, bumping her forehead against the lid.

Why couldn’t she throw up at Yu Xiangju, but as soon as she got to Nan Jing Apartment, she did? And in such a...

Utterly humiliating!

After lingering in the bathroom for more than twenty minutes, Jin Jumo finally calmed down and walked out.

Rong Mochen stood by the dark draped window, his silhouette on the glass proud and aloof, difficult to approach.

Jin Jumo secretly took a breath, then lifted her smile as she walked toward him, "Rong..."

"Get a good rest tonight."

Before Jin Jumo could finish her sentence, Rong Mochen spoke first, gave her a glance, and left the apartment.

The sound of the door closing left Jin Jumo standing dumbfounded for a long time.

The next morning, in the taxi to New Talent Film and Television Entertainment Company.

"Oh my gosh..." Jian Liangtong suddenly exclaimed.

Jin Jumo noticed the taxi driver’s hands shaking on the steering wheel.

With a twitched corner of her mouth, Jin Jumo looked at Jian Liangtong with disdain, "Did you forget to take your medicine before leaving the house!"

"Oh shut up!" Jian Liangtong glared at her and handed her the phone, "This guy, I remember he was doing voice-over with you yesterday, tsk tsk, life’s unpredictability, huh."

"..." Jin Jumo curiously glanced, "The young popular star got drunk late at night in a bar, stayed in a hotel with several women for a night, never left..."

The entertainment headline was accompanied by an ultra-clear picture of the young star with his arms around women entering a hotel.

Just the headline alone shocked Jin Jumo, and even more so because the protagonist in the picture was... Han Feng!

"Han Feng debuted with a sunny, cheerful, innocent image, appealing to audiences of all ages, rarely having negative news. Now, he just starred as the second male lead in a film directed by Lin Geng in collaboration with A-list stars. It’s safe to say he is currently one of the most promising. With this kind of news coming out, it’s certainly a blow, but..."

Jian Liangtong analyzed eloquently, with a look of regret, but clearly no real sympathy in her eyes.

Smiling at Jin Jumo, she said, "Hey, want to know a secret?"

Jin Jumo pulled herself a bit out of surprise, lowered her eyebrows, "What?"

"Han Feng is Wen Qiye’s person."

"...Wen Qiye?" Jin Jumo was shocked.

Wen Qiye is the wife of Wen Bozhi, Chairman of New Talent Film and Television Entertainment Company. Two years ago, Wen Bozhi unexpectedly suffered a heart attack and became a vegetable, and Wen Qiye took over as the executive director of New Talent Film and Television.

Han Feng being Wen Qiye’s person...

Jin Jumo pressed her lips tightly, incredulous, "But I heard the Chairman is nearly fifty."

"Yeah, her daughter is even two years older than Han Feng," Jian Liangtong calmly added.

"..." Jin Jumo had nothing to say.

"Tsk." Jian Liangtong pouted, pondering, "Han Feng being Wen Qiye’s person is no secret in the industry. It wouldn’t have been surprising if someone had dared to make a move on Han Feng before. But now with the Rong Group investing in New Talent Film and Television, the company has clearly become an industry leader..."

Jian Liangtong looked at Jin Jumo, "Who do you think is brave enough to still dare to make a move on New Talent Film and Television, Director Wen’s person? Do they not want to stay in the entertainment circle!"

Jin Jumo raised her eyebrows, not very interested in the matter, lazily saying, "Maybe there’s one or two daring people, who knows."

Jian Liangtong shrugged, stopped talking, and went back to frantically browsing related news on her phone.

Jin Jumo rubbed her chest and said to the driver, "Sir, please stop at the pharmacy up ahead."

"Sure thing!"

Pharmacy?

Jian Liangtong suddenly looked up at Jin Jumo, "What’s wrong with you? Not feeling well?"

"I drank too much at the party last night, still have a tight chest now, and keep wanting to throw up," Jin Jumo said.

"...Isn’t drinking too much supposed to make your head hurt? How come it’s chest tightness for you," Jian Liangtong’s expression was odd.

Jin Jumo paused, looked at Jian Liangtong, "Is it?"

Jian Liangtong was speechless, "Isn’t it?"

"Maybe my reaction is different from ordinary people," Jin Jumo said carefreely.

"Yes, yes, you’re just not an ordinary person!"

Dubbing work is busy when it’s busy, and especially idle when it’s not.

Wasn’t it.

As soon as she arrived at the company, the executive producer found Jin Jumo, "Jumo, thank you for your hard work on the dubbing recently. Now the company doesn’t have much work, so go home and have a good rest, relax a bit. I’ll notify you when there’s work."

This good?

Of course, Jin Jumo was eager for this.

Before leaving the company, Jin Jumo proudly sent a text message to Jian Liangtong, receiving only two words in return, "Bitch!"

Jin Jumo replied with a cheeky emoji, left the company in a good mood, and headed straight to the hospital by taxi.

Linx Hospital.

Jin Jumo bought a pot of clivia from a flower shop near the hospital. Every time she went to see Jin Jiancheng in the hospital, she would bring a pot of clivia because she knew Jin Jiancheng liked it.

Holding the clivia in one hand, she pushed open the ward door, "Grandpa, Little Mo..."

The cheerful voice stopped abruptly upon seeing the person sitting by the bedside.

"...Momo, you, you’re here." The person sitting by the bed seemed a bit unexpectedly flustered upon seeing Jin Jumo, their face full of tension and unease.

Jin Jumo’s expression gradually calmed as she walked in with the clivia, "Someone in the family got sick?"

Jin Jumo’s voice was very calm, with no malice.

A trace of awkwardness appeared on the person’s face, "No. Everyone’s... fine at home. Momo, Mom heard..."

"Mom?" Jin Jumo put the clivia on the windowsill, turned her head toward the woman with a puzzled smile, "You mean you?"

Jin Jumo looked at the woman before her, who was in her forties, yet appeared at most thirty, her heart long since numb.

Liang Yi’s face turned pale instantly, her lips trembling, staring at the indifferent Jin Jumo for a long while before saying in a choked voice, "Momo, please don’t be like this, it hurts Mom."

"It hurts?" Jin Jumo nodded thoughtfully, her eyes suddenly staring straight at Liang Yi, "When you sent the four-year-old me to the orphanage, did you ever think it would hurt this much now?"

She looked at Liang Yi, her eyes clear as if she were asking a question that had puzzled her for a long time.

Liang Yi’s tears fell immediately, her voice choked, "At that time... I had no choice, Mom..."

"I know, I know it all. If you hadn’t sent me away, you wouldn’t have smoothly married that person. After all, with that person’s status and family, it was impossible to accept a woman bringing along a burden." Jin Jumo’s gaze suddenly became calm, her tone equally serene, as if analyzing calmly from a bystander’s perspective.