CHAPTER 428: CHAPTER 403: SWEET EXTRA – YOUR WIFE IS ABOUT TO GIVE BIRTH 1

One month after Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen’s wedding, Gu Yan and the others only just found out that the two had actually registered their marriage before the ceremony.

The day after Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen got married, Rong Zhengfeng moved to Jinming Port City to enjoy family bliss.

On this day, the more Gu Yan thought about how Rong Mochen had hidden the fact that he and Jin Jumo were already married, the more he felt it was undeserved. Gu Yan, Xiao Nanqing, and Huo Chengjin, along with a few younger ones, decided they must do something about it, otherwise, they couldn’t let go of this frustration.

So, the three of them invited Lei Yicheng to join them and went to Jinming Port City. They stayed from noon until late at night, showing no intention of leaving whatsoever.

By one o’clock in the morning, Rong Mochen’s face was as dark as could be. His arms were spread arrogantly on the back of the sofa, his eyes half-closed, staring coldly at the group leisurely sipping red wine across from him. His voice was cold and deep, "You’ve made a fuss all day. Don’t think I don’t know what you guys are planning. Do you want me to kick you out?"

Gu Yan, who recently recovered from a leg injury, was in a state of excitement, determined to make up for the time lost in recovery by bouncing around everywhere.

When he heard Rong Mochen’s words, Gu Yan, looking utterly unbothered, twirled a red wine glass between two fingers and squinted at Rong Mochen through it with a "seeking death" attitude, "Boss Rong, I have to say, your villa here is really a feng shui paradise. I’ve only been here for a day and feel completely at ease. My muscles and bones are relaxed, it’s incredibly comfortable. I don’t want to leave at all."

Rong Mochen frowned, his face cold and taut, saying nothing.

"Brother, it’s been a long time since we’ve had a heart-to-heart on a night like this. Don’t be like that, relax," Huo Chengjin said with a wicked smile, looking at Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen glanced at him indifferently, still not speaking.

Xiao Nanqing leaned back casually, crossing his legs. His phoenix eyes were slightly tilted, his stunning face even more captivating at night. His long, pale fingers drummed lazily as if mimicking piano playing, speaking slyly, "Boss Rong, we’re doing this for you. After all, Jin Xiaonu’s current condition can’t handle you messing around."

As soon as Xiao Nanqing said this, Rong Mochen’s face turned dark.

Everyone knew that Jin Jumo was over three months pregnant...

Worried about Jin Jumo’s health, Rong Mochen hadn’t enjoyed a honeymoon, repressing his desires all this time. Now, in the past few days, he wasn’t planning to hold back anymore!

But then these guys suddenly decided to stir up trouble!

Lei Yicheng pursed his lips, eyes twinkling with knowing amusement as he glanced at Gu Yan and the others. After a moment, he leisurely stood from the sofa, dusted off his jacket, and said, "I have something to do. You guys go on with your candlelight chats, I’m out of it."

Before leaving, Lei Yicheng specifically said to Rong Mochen, "Mo Chen, Gu Yan and the others insisted on dragging me here today. I’m innocent."

Lei Yicheng left this note, ignoring the resentful glares from Gu Yan and the others, and exited the villa with a smirk on his lips.

Gu Yan gritted his teeth in hatred. Lei the Second, that traitor!

Huo Chengjin pursed his lips.

Getting Lei Yicheng involved today was a mistake!

Who doesn’t know Lei Yicheng and Boss Rong have the tightest bond? Getting him to go against someone with them was clearly impossible!

Huo Chengjin squinted his eyes, weighed the pros and cons, and decided it would be best to make a quick exit.

Clearing his throat, Huo Chengjin stood up from the sofa and said to Rong Mochen, "Brother, Gu Yan was the one who called me here. I have work at the company tomorrow, so I’ll be leaving now."

Rong Mochen sneered coldly, staring at Huo Chengjin, "No heart-to-heart?"

"..." Huo Chengjin’s lips twitched into a sheepish smile, "Brother, it’s too late."

Having said that, Huo Chengjin didn’t even glance at Gu Yan and Xiao Nanqing, leaving behind a suave departure out of Jinming Port City.

Gu Yan had already placed the wine glass on the coffee table, his bottom slightly lifted off the sofa, clearly ready to make a run for it too.

Suddenly, Xiao Nanqing turned his head to look at him and frowned, "Gu Yan, how has Boss Rong treated you usually? Like a dear brother, with much care, right? Yet, you incited us to take revenge on him just because he kept his marriage to Jin Xiaonu a secret. Are you even human? Tell me, are you human?"

Gu Yan, "..." His eyes turned red with frustration. Who the hell isn’t human?

Also, that someone usually treats him with much care? What nonsense?!

After Xiao Nanqing finished, he shot Gu Yan a look of extreme disappointment and then got up to leave the villa as well.

Gu Yan, "..." A bunch of scoundrels!

The living room was silent. Gu Yan sat with his back impossibly straight, the hairs on his neck standing on end, unable to meet that sharp, piercing gaze.

After a long while, Gu Yan awkwardly swallowed, got up silently from the sofa, hung his head, and weakly said, "Boss Rong, it’s not how they said it is. Actually, actually, I’m the real victim here, they forced me into this..."

"This is the last time!"

Before Gu Yan could finish, Rong Mochen’s sharp, ice-cold voice rang out abruptly.

Gu Yan shivered, instantly responding, "Understood."

With that, Gu Yan sprinted away faster than he ever had before!

Watching Gu Yan’s retreating back disappear from the villa, Rong Mochen raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

After a brief pause, he then got up and strode upstairs.

In the master bedroom, on the soft white bed lay a slender woman, covered only by a thin blanket, barely hiding her graceful, delicate body.

Rong Mochen stood at the head of the bed, his dark eyes studying the little woman on the bed for a moment before turning to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Rong Mochen emerged from the bathroom. He was impatient, unlike his usual habit of waiting for the dampness on his body to dissipate before heading straight to the bed.

He gently lifted the thin blanket and lay down, wrapping a long arm around her waist from behind, while his other hand parted her legs, slotting himself in, and after a slight grind, began his impatient conquest.

"Hmm..." The tearing pain startled Jin Jumo awake from her sleep, her delicate eyebrows tightened, her eyes turning blankly and confusedly towards behind her.

At the moment she turned her head, Rong Mochen captured her lips with his.

The passionate breath instantly dominated Jin Jumo’s mouth, her heart pounding wildly, her hands unconsciously clutching the sheets tightly.

Her body was swayed back and forth by him, while feeling flustered, Jin Jumo also felt intensely, with one hand caressing his distinctly toned abdomen from behind.

"Little Mo, do you like it?"

Rong Mochen bit her lips, continuously pressing against her.

Tears welled up in Jin Jumo’s eyes, her voice hoarse and trembling, "Be careful, the baby."

"I know my limits," Rong Mochen said hoarsely, suddenly withdrawing, flipping Jin Jumo over to face him, occupying that mysterious place once more.

Perhaps it’s because he had been holding back for too long, Rong Mochen was reluctant to finish this time.

Jin Jumo’s legs trembled weakly, hanging over his shoulders, looking at his flushed face in shock, with a hint of sobbing pleading, calling his name, "Rong Mochen."

Rong Mochen’s eyes were deep and bottomless, "Call me husband."

Jin Jumo, "..." Too embarrassed to call!

Rong Mochen seemed to frown painfully, lowering his head to kiss her lips, "Little Mo, I’m feeling uncomfortable, call me."

"..." Jin Jumo’s misty eyes flashed with slight surprise, looking at him: Is he acting coy with her?

Suddenly, his movements became somewhat reckless.

Jin Jumo was scared out of her wits, quickly pinching his stone-hard arms, calling out in a trembling voice, "Husband..."

"Hmm." Rong Mochen suddenly let out a muffled groan, settling into the crook of Jin Jumo’s neck, sweating profusely.

Jin Jumo’s heart was pounding, her eyes wide open, and it took her a long while to confirm she was still alive.

Jin Jumo was five months pregnant, and Rong Mochen found a new kindergarten for Xixi and Hanhan.

When registering, Jin Jumo noticed on the registration form that Rong Mochen filled out, the names for Xixi and Hanhan were not Ye Xixi and Ye Yihan, but Rong Moxi and Rong Mohan.

Jin Jumo was extremely shocked, her eyes slowly filled with astonishment.

On the way back to the villa, Jin Jumo couldn’t help but ask him, "Husband, when did you change Xixi and Hanhan’s names?"

Rong Mochen’s lips curled slightly, but he reached out to pinch Jin Jumo’s nose, "Silly."

Jin Jumo, "..." What?

Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo’s perplexed frown with amusement, sighing lightly, "Pregnancy really makes you silly for three years."

"Rong Mochen," Jin Jumo said angrily.

"Alright, alright." Rong Mochen smiled, pinching her pouty cheeks, staring into her particularly bright eyes because of her anger, he said softly, "Look at the marriage certificate when we get back."

Jin Jumo was puzzled.

Rong Mochen lifted a corner of his lips, "Fool. What’s my name on the marriage certificate?"

"...Rong Mochen." Jin Jumo pursed her lips.

"And yours?"

"Jin Jumo..."

The last syllable of Jin Jumo’s voice dropped several degrees, she stared at Rong Mochen in disbelief, "How is this possible?"

"Mm-hmm." Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo’s astonished, small, silly expression, unable to resist reaching out to ruffle her short hair again.

Jin Jumo was surprised and curious, "When did you restore my identity as Jin Jumo?"

Years ago, Jin Jumo had already "died" in a car accident, so how could the "deceased" Jin Jumo obtain a marriage certificate with him?

Unless he had already restored her widowed identity.

But when did he do all this for her?

Rong Mochen squinted his eyes, lightly pulling his thin lips while looking ahead, after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, "Long ago, when I knew you were still alive, I had our elder brother help restore your widowed identity. And shortly after we registered our marriage, I settled Xixi and Hanhan’s household registrations."

"Elder brother helped?" Jin Jumo was astonished.

"Mm," Rong Mochen responded lightly, without elaborating how Rong Sinan had helped.

Jin Jumo sat quietly on the chair for several minutes without speaking.

Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow, casting a sidelong glance at the seemingly dazed Jin Jumo, he softly spoke, "Rong Moxi, Rong Mohan. Are you satisfied?"

"..." Jin Jumo was taken aback, pursed her lips looking at him, the tone was indistinguishable whether it was discontent or something else, she said softly, "Why didn’t you tell me about all this you did?"

Rong Mochen’s eyes paused briefly, looking at Jin Jumo, seeing her small face slightly pulled, he thought she was angry because he hadn’t told her beforehand about these things, or when he changed Xixi and Hanhan’s names.