Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 337 - 326: A Man Like Him

Moreover, if he took Jin Jumo back to Jinming Port City, the news would quickly reach Fang Jingyi’s ears.

Given Fang Jingyi’s personality and her prejudice against Jin Jumo, she would definitely come right at her to make things difficult, and this was something he could not let happen.

Another reason was that he did not wish for Rong Zhengfeng and Fang Jingyi to know too early about the existence of Xixi and Hanhan!

So all this time, he let them stay in Gu Yan’s apartment.

But now, he had nothing more to worry about.

Jin Jumo was somewhat aware of his arrangements. Upon hearing his words, she also had some idea about his next plans.

However, "Can we not return to Jinming Port City just yet?"

Rong Mochen furrowed his brows slightly, looking at her with deep black eyes, "Reason?"

"My brother prepared a house for me, and it’s already renovated. I want to stay there with Xixi Hanhan first." Seeing his expression slowly darkening, Jin Jumo hurriedly added, "If you’re willing, you can come live with us too."

"No." Rong Mochen refused flatly.

Jin Jumo had actually anticipated his refusal, her heart felt heavy, and she whispered, "My brother means well, he’s good to me, how could I let him down. Besides, we’re not married yet, living together isn’t quite right."

"What’s wrong with that? I don’t see anything wrong!" Rong Mochen turned his black eyes away, speaking coldly.

Over this issue, they had already had an unpleasant argument once, and it was extremely unpleasant!

If the kidnapping hadn’t occurred, who knows when they would have reconciled after that fight?

Even now, thinking back to what he did and said to her that day, Jin Jumo still felt heartbroken.

Hearing his unyielding, cold voice, Jin Jumo turned her head to the car window, took a light breath, and said firmly, "But I feel it’s not right, I don’t want to go back to Jinming Port City with you!"

Rong Mochen’s profile was tense, his dark eyes full of displeasure, and his thin lips were pressed into a line. But the sudden grip on the steering wheel showed his endurance.

Xixi and Hanhan sat in their car seats in the back. Xixi vaguely sensed they were having an argument, staring at their backs with big, bewildered eyes.

Hanhan, on the other hand, turned to look at the car window, as if he didn’t hear anything.

After an unknown period, a deep voice suddenly broke the silence in the car, "You can stay in the villa Mu Qinnian prepared for you."

Jin Jumo froze, not expecting him to compromise.

She slowly turned her head to look at him, her peach blossom eyes incredulous at his chiseled profile, "Really?"

Rong Mochen frowned, "What else can I do if I don’t agree? You won’t listen to me, will you?"

"..." Jin Jumo was speechless.

Rong Mochen turned his head slightly to glance at her, "I have a condition."

"...What?" Jin Jumo looked at him in astonishment.

"In the future, you must discuss with me before doing anything," Rong Mochen said sternly, "No more sudden moves like moving without telling me first!"

"When did I do things without telling you?" Jin Jumo retorted, whispering under her breath, "I distinctly remember discussing it with you, and you agreed!"

"..." A surge of frustration rose from his chest, and Rong Mochen couldn’t suppress it as he said in a deep voice, "Are you sure the one you discussed it with was me?"

Seeing his angry face, Jin Jumo suddenly became unsure.

She remembered that after agreeing with Mu Qinnian to move, she kept thinking about how to tell him...

Did she just think about it and then believe she had already told him?

Or was she so caught up in what Liang Yi said that night that she completely forgot?

Thinking of this, Jin Jumo drew a deep breath, anxiously looked at Rong Mochen, "Did I really not discuss it with you?"

"What do you think?" Rong Mochen gritted his teeth!

Jin Jumo twitched her lips, realizing the cognitive bias she might have had, thinking she had discussed it with him, but she hadn’t. Instantly, she felt a bit embarrassed to look directly into his angry black eyes. She licked her lips and whispered, "It’s my fault for not discussing it with you, but what you did afterwards was too much. So, let’s call it even."

Thinking of what he later did to her, a flash of regret passed quickly through Rong Mochen’s black eyes, but he kept his lips shut tightly and said nothing more.

Seeing he was no longer questioning, Jin Jumo let out a small, relieved breath.

After a while, a small hand gently reached over to tug at the white shirt on his waist.

Rong Mochen’s black eyes slightly narrowed, looking at the small woman beside him.

Jin Jumo blushed slightly and mouthed, "I’m sorry, and thank you."

Jin Jumo knew in her heart that not discussing things with him before was her fault. The way he treated her afterward was likely because he was extremely angry; ultimately, she was the one who was wrong first. No matter what, she apologized for the hurt he genuinely felt at the time, even for the sense of betrayal.

The later "thank you" was for his fulfilling and understanding, as well as for caring about her feelings.

She knew that for someone like Rong Mochen, lowering himself to accommodate and compromise for someone wasn’t easy, as he was used to others’ unquestioning compliance and sycophancy.

That’s why she was even more grateful for his accommodation and every single compromise for her.

However, Rong Mochen might not have understood what she said, as he turned his head away coldly, not giving Jin Jumo even a little bit of a good face to see.

Jin Jumo awkwardly reached up to touch her head, pretending to look at the scenery as if nothing was wrong.

However, Jin Jumo’s small actions were completely taken in by someone, whose dark eyes softened.

It was the second day after Jin Jumo moved into the villa that she learned of the Gu Group’s overnight collapse. The chairman, Gu Yaoqin, was suspected of using illegal building materials to seek profit and committing several crimes, including intentional harm, and fled with funds. The city police office even set up a task force to capture Gu Yaoqin worldwide. Also, the news that Gu Lingyi, who went mad overnight due to the family’s bankruptcy, was arranged to live in a mental hospital!

Jin Jumo didn’t show much emotion upon hearing this news, at least not on her face.

On the contrary, she frowned slightly when she saw the news online about the reconstruction of Xinfu Kindergarten after this semester.

At night.

Ever since the kidnapping last time, Xixi and Hanhan had always stuck close to her while sleeping, even in the rest room of Ning Wenqing’s medical facility.

Jin Jumo told stories to lull Xixi and Hanhan to sleep before getting up to go to the bathroom to shower.

In the bathroom, Jin Jumo stood in front of the sink facing the mirror, slowly pulling open the white cotton thin pajamas on her body.

Looking at her naked body in the mirror, Jin Jumo’s face showed an unnatural pallor.

The instant the bathroom door was suddenly opened, Jin Jumo’s breath caught; she frantically bent over to grab the pajamas lying on the floor, but before her hand could touch the pajamas, it was suddenly grasped by a broad, warm hand.

Jin Jumo paused for a second, using her other hand to pick up the pajamas and hold them to her chest, standing up to face the man who had suddenly walked in, "You’re back."

Rong Mochen looked at her pale face and the stiff wrist he was holding, slightly furrowing his brows, yet his voice was gentle, "Going to take a shower?"

"About to," Jin Jumo took a deep breath, her peach blossom eyes flickering, unsure of what she was hiding.

"Alright. Together," Rong Mochen said as he released her wrist, elegantly unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt.

Jin Jumo slightly averted her eyes, saying, "You go ahead and shower. I’ll come in after you’re done."

Saying this, Jin Jumo turned to leave the bathroom from in front of him.

Rong Mochen lightly grasped her hand again, "Let’s shower together."

Jin Jumo’s eyelashes lowered deeply, "Better not, you go ahead first."

Rong Mochen pursed his lips tightly, didn’t say anything more, instead bending down to scoop Jin Jumo up like a doll and carried her towards the showerhead.

Jin Jumo’s body was stiff and slightly trembled, but ultimately she didn’t refuse again.

Rong Mochen held her waist tightly with one arm, their upper bodies pressed closely together, using one hand to adjust the water temperature.

Jin Jumo’s face was close to his heat-emitting solid chest, hearing his heartbeat like a drum in her ear, thump, thump, steadily flowing in just like him. The arm wrapped around her waist was squeezing hard, causing the firm muscles to bulge out, which made her waist involuntarily ache. But being held like this, it also made her feel particularly assured.

Warm water trickled down from the shoulder, seeming to wash away some of the stiffness in Jin Jumo’s body.

A deep, soft voice from above poured down, causing her ears to turn numb and hot, "Is the temperature okay?"

Jin Jumo’s dense, fan-like long eyelashes lifted, her peach blossom eyes, steamed bright and moist by the warm water, looked at him, nodding.

Rong Mochen holding her with one arm, stood under the showerhead, warm water instantly squeezed in from the front of their chests.

Jin Jumo couldn’t help but take a light breath, looking up at Rong Mochen’s momentary gentle face through the water mist.

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes dimmed slightly, one hand softly caressed her face, the finger pads with thin calluses gently rubbed her cheeks and features, finally stopping at her rosy plump lips, lingering reluctantly to leave.

Over half a month had passed since the last time they were intimate, Jin Jumo found it difficult to adjust to him as soon as they got close, constantly backing away with little protests.

Rong Mochen, however, happily held her tighter, kissing the skin on her shoulder over and over.

Rong Mochen brushed aside the hair on her cheek, asking in a hoarse voice, "Rested well?"

Jin Jumo, "..."

Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow, "Let’s go again."

"..." Jin Jumo hadn’t had a chance to refuse yet before her body was turned around without a word, facing away from him.