Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 335 - 324: Jin Jumo Lying on the Bed

As Jin Jumo frowned, at this moment it seemed to be an accusation against Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen’s face became even more tense, he stopped looking at anyone else and turned to leave the lounge.

Jin Jumo watched him, her peach blossom eyes deepened.

For the next hour, Rong Mochen did not return to the lounge.

Around six o’clock, Mu Qinnian and Gu Yan took Xixi and Hanhan out for dinner, leaving Jin Jumo alone in the lounge.

Jin Jumo lay on the bed, her mind filled with thoughts of that person.

As she thought, a sense of grievance crept into her heart.

After escaping death, what she wanted most now was his presence; even if neither said a word, his mere presence, his hint of breath in the air, reassured her.

Suddenly, the sound of rustling footsteps approached the lounge, Jin Jumo’s eyes brightened slightly, and she held her breath as she looked over.

Rong Mochen had just reached the door when he saw Jin Jumo looking over with an expression of surprise on her pale face...

Surprise?

Would she be surprised to see him?

Rong Mochen pursed his thin lips, paused at the door, his dark eyes stared straight at Jin Jumo’s face, and the hesitation and loneliness gradually emerged in the depths, causing Jin Jumo’s heart to ache suddenly.

"Where did you go?" Jin Jumo spoke softly, her voice was small and hoarse.

Rong Mochen lowered his dark eyelashes slightly, walked over, and looked at Jin Jumo, "Smoked a cigarette, smelled of smoke, so I went to a nearby hotel to take a shower."

Jin Jumo gently pressed her lips, only then noticing he had changed clothes, his hair tips still slightly damp.

Rong Mochen sat at the edge of the bed, his dark eyes swept over her thin, white, delicate hand, restrained from reaching out to hold it, silently staring at Jin Jumo.

Silence formed all their words now.

Jin Jumo gently inhaled, slowly extended her hand, placed it over the back of his lightly braced hand on the bed, felt it tremble slightly, her eyes slightly moist, lifted her red eyes to look at him, "Thank you for appearing in time to save me and the two children. You must have been very worried before, right?"

Rong Mochen’s heart suddenly burned, his gaze was fiery, staring at Jin Jumo’s slightly tugged lips, and said hoarsely, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Jin Jumo said, frowning.

Rong Mochen continued to stare at her without speaking.

Jin Jumo sighed silently in her heart, tightly grasped his hand, "Rong Mochen, don’t make me coax you now, it really hurts, and..."

Jin Jumo’s face scrunched like a bun, looking at him bitterly, "I might have to cut my hair. Do you prefer long or short hair? If I cut it short, would you dislike me?"

Hair catches fire quickly.

Jin Jumo’s waist-length hair was burned to her nape by the flames, only the hair on the sides of her neck remained, so when her injuries healed, she might have to cut her hair very short.

Thinking about it, just... melancholy!

Jin Jumo merely wanted to ease the atmosphere because she understood better than anyone, that after something like this, he felt sad and guilty.

If she had previously felt some resentment on the boat for his delayed rescue, now seeing his quiet desolation, she found deep down she could not bear to blame or resent him.

But when Rong Mochen heard Jin Jumo’s words, he looked at her with intense seriousness, "Whether you have long hair or short hair, I like you either way."

"..." Jin Jumo’s eyes narrowed, tears pooled in them, "There might be scars on my back from the burns, they’ll be ugly."

"I love you." Rong Mochen replied.

Jin Jumo’s tears fell immediately, her lips parted, but she couldn’t utter a word.

Unconsciously, she bit her lip, Jin Jumo began to wonder, was the bitterness she tasted just her own?

"Are you hungry?" Rong Mochen asked her softly.

Jin Jumo was taken aback, nodding, "Hungry."

How could she not be hungry, she had hardly eaten anything from yesterday to today.

Rong Mochen glanced at her back, lightly frowned, gently stroked Jin Jumo’s head, "I’ll go ask Mr. Ning what you can eat now."

"Mm." Jin Jumo nodded.

Looking at the obedient Jin Jumo, from her face he couldn’t see a trace of the traumatic experience she had just endured, rather what he saw was the resilient Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo smiled, "I’m really hungry, quickly ask Doctor Ning what I can eat, I feel even plain porridge would be an ultimate delicacy for my rumbling stomach right now."

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes paused, then he pecked gently at Jin Jumo’s lips, stood up and walked out of the lounge.

Jin Jumo watched him leave, peach blossom eyes revealing a painful color, and slowly turned her head, burying her face deep into the pillow.

For three consecutive days, Jin Jumo spent her time in the lounge, and Rong Mochen was almost inseparable from her side.

After three days, the burn on her back had already scabbed over, and the burnt areas itched terribly as the new skin grew. Jin Jumo often couldn’t resist scratching, but every time her hand reached halfway, it was intercepted by someone who stopped her from self-harming.

Jian Liangtong arrived hurriedly at the lounge a week later.

When Jin Jumo saw her, she instinctively looked towards Rong Mochen, who was sitting properly on one side, feeling a bit tight in her chest.

Jian Liangtong didn’t look at anyone but walked straight to Jin Jumo, standing by the bedside, staring at her without speaking.

Jin Jumo’s mouth twitched; the wound on her back had improved a lot. She didn’t have to rely on lying on her stomach as she did initially, so now she was slightly reclining against the headboard.

Xixi and Hanhan saw Jian Liangtong and rushed over, standing by her side on the left and right, both looking at her with delight.

Jian Liangtong’s throat itched terribly, and as she looked at Xixi and Hanhan, tears instantly began to fall uncontrollably.

Xixi and Hanhan were startled, staring dumbfounded at Jian Liangtong.

Jian Liangtong suddenly squatted down, reaching out to tightly hug Xixi and Hanhan, crying hoarsely, "Thank heavens, you’re all okay."

Even though Jian Liangtong embraced them so tightly that they could hardly breathe, Xixi and Hanhan obediently didn’t struggle, extending their small hands to gently pat Jian Liangtong’s constantly trembling back.

Jin Jumo watched this scene, too scared to utter a word.

Since getting injured, she hadn’t contacted Jian Liangtong, afraid of worrying her.

But she still found out? Who told her?

Jin Jumo pursed her lips, glancing at Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen’s expression was calm, and he even gentlemanly stood up and left the lounge, leaving the space for them.

Jian Liangtong, with tear-filled eyes, watched Rong Mochen leave, only then slowly releasing Xixi and Hanhan, standing to look at Jin Jumo.

As she watched Jian Liangtong’s chest rise and fall dramatically, Jin Jumo knew she was gathering breath, hoping it would subside, but afraid it wouldn’t...

"Jin Jumo, are you courting death, hiding something so big from me? Do you know when I first found out that you and Xixi Hanhan almost... I almost went crazy!"

Jian Liangtong cried and roared.

Rong Mochen, who had walked out of the lounge, heard Jian Liangtong’s voice, furrowing his brow slightly. He pursed his lips and glanced back into the lounge, seeing Jin Jumo being as obedient as anything, cautiously watching Jian Liangtong without making a sound.

This phenomenon made Rong Mochen raise his brow slightly.

"Liang Tong, I..."

"Don’t speak, I don’t want to hear your voice right now! I’m very angry, I’m very angry, I’m very angry, do you know that?"

Jian Liangtong repeated three times that she was very angry, proving she was genuinely angry this time!

Jin Jumo helplessly pursed her lips, looking at Jian Liangtong.

Jian Liangtong reached out to wipe her swollen red eyes, her voice suddenly lowered, sobbing in grievance, "How could you not tell me when things were like this? You dare act nonchalant in front of me now! But, but how painful and terrified you must have been back then."

Jin Jumo’s nose tingled, taking a deep breath.

Being kidnapped by Gu Lingyi’s people onto a fishing boat, from when she was told to jump off the boat to her setting fire trying to burn them to death, destroying all evidence.

She was in so much pain then, her heart crushed into fragments, feeling trapped in a dark abyss without a glimmer of life.

How desperate she was!

Desperate until Rong Mochen appeared like a god before her eyes, she couldn’t even believe it, thinking it was her illusion!

But she couldn’t tell Rong Mochen about her fear and pain; her own suffering was enough. She couldn’t bear for him to suffer with her!

This past week, she had nightmares every night, dreaming of herself, Xixi, and Hanhan floating in the middle of the sea, engulfed in flames, continuously crying while they turned into ashes before her, helplessly.

But upon waking, she had to pretend like nothing had happened.

Jin Jumo’s thick eyelashes quivered slightly, softly saying, "It’s okay now, you’re here."

That sentence made Jian Liangtong’s heart ache so much she almost couldn’t stand.

"Aunt Jian, are you mad at my mommy?" Xixi asked with an upturned little face, looking at Jian Liangtong with concern.

Jian Liangtong sniffed, looked down at Xixi, her voice hoarse, "Aunt Jian isn’t mad."

"Then why are you crying? Are you worried about my mommy?"

Xixi tugged at her skirt’s hem, speaking cutely, "Aunt Jian, we’re all okay now, Mommy is better. Grandpa Ning said Mommy can be discharged in a few days, so please don’t cry, okay? Xixi sees Aunt Jian crying and wants to cry too."

Unable to bear it, Jian Liangtong bent down to pick up Xixi, kissing her little face, "Aunt Jian won’t cry anymore, Xixi shouldn’t cry."

Xixi nodded, extending her chubby hand to wipe Jian Liangtong’s tears.

Jian Liangtong held Xixi’s hand, touching her nose lightly with her own.