Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 349 - 336: As If Within Her Reach

Just edited the message and sent it out, the phone in my hand was taken by Mu Qinnian and thrown into the dark compartment in front of him.

Jin Jumo looked at Mu Qinnian’s stern side profile, feeling a bit intimidated in her heart.

Mainly because of Mu Qinnian’s face, it’s intimidating enough even when he doesn’t smile, let alone when he wears such a gloomy expression.

Ding—

The sound of a message reply came from the phone.

Jin Jumo’s ears slightly twitched, and her peach blossom eyes unconsciously glanced towards the phone.

"Hmph." Mu Qinnian snorted suddenly.

"Uh..."

Jin Jumo felt a chill down her spine, licked her lips, reluctantly withdrew her gaze, bit her lip corners, and looked innocently at Mu Qinnian, softly saying, "Brother, do you not want me to be with Rong Mochen?"

Mu Qinnian’s hand paused on the steering wheel, his deep eyes glanced at Jin Jumo’s somewhat sad and pitiable face through the rearview mirror, without answering.

"I really like him." Jin Jumo said softly.

Mu Qinnian’s thick eyebrows furrowed, and his lips pursed tighter.

"Brother, please don’t oppose me being with him, can you?" Jin Jumo looked at Mu Qinnian and said softly.

Mu Qinnian still said nothing.

Jin Jumo’s delicate brows seemed to knit together in frustration, her voice low, "I don’t want to choose between you and him, I don’t even dare to think, what if one day, if I really can only choose one between you and him, what should I do? Brother, I beg you, don’t make me make such a choice, it’s too painful."

Mu Qinnian’s heartstrings moved, he turned an eye to deeply stare at Jin Jumo’s pale and worried face, for a long time, yet still said nothing.

Unable to hear his answer, Jin Jumo watched as the light in her peach blossom eyes gradually faded, she turned her head and quietly gazed at the scenery passing by outside the window.

For a moment, the atmosphere surrounding them was so silent it was suffocating.

The car arrived at the villa, Jin Jumo watched Mu Qinnian get out before she opened the car door and followed suit.

The two walked into the villa one after the other, Tan Yu began to arrange for heating up dishes for them.

Xixi and Hanhan, upon seeing Mu Qinnian and Jin Jumo return, got off the sofa, stood on the carpet, and looked at Mu Qinnian and Jin Jumo with eyes full of worried inquiry.

Mu Qinnian stepped forward, touched Xixi’s and Hanhan’s little heads separately, then lazily sat into the sofa, took out his phone and made a call. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Jin Jumo looked at Mu Qinnian’s face, colder than usual, with a gloom passing through her peach blossom eyes, she squatted in front of Xixi and Hanhan and softly said, "Great-grandfather is fine, don’t worry."

As soon as Jin Jumo spoke, she felt that Mu Qinnian seemed to glance at her, that glance was slightly sharp.

With her long lashes trembling slightly, Jin Jumo looked up towards Mu Qinnian, but found that he wasn’t looking her way at all, his brows furrowed as if listening to something important from the other person.

Xixi patted her small chest and exhaled, "It’s good that great-grandfather is fine."

Jin Jumo pursed her lips and looked at Hanhan, "Did you have dinner?"

Hanhan nodded.

"At dinner, I was too worried about great-grandfather, didn’t eat much, and now I’m hungry again." Xixi blinked her big eyes, bright and staring at Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo raised her brows, tapped her finger on her nose, "Then get something to eat with Mommy and Uncle later."

"Mm-hmm." Xixi smiled like a flower, vigorously nodding her small head.

After dinner, Jin Jumo coaxed Xixi and Hanhan to sleep and came out of the children’s room, it was already half past ten.

Tan Yu and several little maids were still cleaning the living room.

Seeing Jin Jumo come down from upstairs, Tan Yu temporarily put down her cleaning work and walked towards her, "Miss, why did you come down? Do you need anything?"

Jin Jumo shook her head, glanced upstairs, lowered her voice and said, "Is my brother in the study, or has he gone to bed?"

"Oh, Young Master Mu is in the study." Tan Yu said.

Jin Jumo’s eyes slightly moved, said nothing, walked past Tan Yu towards the door.

Tan Yu was stunned, took two quick steps to follow Jin Jumo, nervously asked, "Miss, where are you going at this late hour?"

"I just ate too much, wanted to go out for a walk, I’ll be back soon." Jin Jumo said without turning her head.

Hearing Jin Jumo say this, Tan Yu then relaxed.

Just about to continue cleaning, suddenly heard the sound of a door opening upstairs.

Tan Yu paused and looked up.

She saw Mu Qinnian standing coldly on the second floor corridor, wrapped in a chilling aura, his deep eyes inscrutable as he stared towards the door.

Tan Yu was undoubtedly fearful of Mu Qinnian, whether he spoke or was silent, he made people chilled to the bone. Compared to Rong Mochen’s indifference, Tan Yu feared Mu Qinnian’s cold and shadowy presence in the corner of his eyes.

Tan Yu noticed the three young girls instantly lower their heads, not daring to breathe.

Despite Tan Yu’s internal fear, she was decades older than those young girls, if she didn’t stand up now, how could she expect those timid young girls to do so.

Taking a deep breath, Tan Yu looked up at Mu Qinnian in the upstairs, and said, "Young Master Mu, do you have any instructions?"

Mu Qinnian glanced at Tan Yu, then returned to the study without expression.

Watching the door close in front of her, Tan Yu was stunned for a while, then exhaled heavily, shook her head, and continued cleaning.

In the study, Mu Qinnian chewed the cigarette butt with his thin lips, hands in pockets, standing sternly in front of the window, his deep eyes like ancient wells seemingly merging with the night outside the window.

Knock knock.

A cautious knock sounded from behind.

Mu Qinnian’s thick eyebrows slightly furrowed, but his tall figure stood unmoved in front of the window.

"Brother, can I come in?"

A soft, gentle female voice replaced the knocking, calling out again.

A flash of something quickly passed through Mu Qinnian’s bottomless eyes, his strong body turned around, squinting at the entrance to the study.

After a moment, the woman’s voice came again.

"If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as your consent. I’m coming in?"

Mu Qinnian lightly raised his eyebrows.

Then, the doorknob slowly turned from the outside, opening bit by bit.

Gradually, a small, anxious pale face appeared in Mu Qinnian’s gaze.

Mu Qinnian pursed his lips, his deep eyes darkly focusing on the slightly uneasy Jin Jumo at the door.

Jin Jumo met his unfathomable eyes, inevitably nervous, raised the coffee in her hand towards him, "I made coffee for you."

"Didn’t you sneak out again? What’s the point of coming back?" Mu Qinnian’s voice was calm.

Jin Jumo’s eyebrows trembled slightly, slowly padding her steps towards the inside, "I didn’t sneak out, I just ate too much, so I went for a walk nearby."

Mu Qinnian watched Jin Jumo approach with the coffee, and as she offered it to him pleasingly, he couldn’t resist the softness in his heart and reached out to ruffle her short hair, laughing, "If you really went out tonight, there’ll be consequences for you!"

Jin Jumo pressed her lips, stuffed the coffee into his hand, "After taking my coffee, Brother, do you still have the nerve to give me consequences?"

Mu Qinnian smiled, glanced at the coffee in his hand, "Did you make it?"

"With my own hands." Jin Jumo said.

Mu Qinnian raised his eyebrows, sipping the aromatic coffee at his lips, then looked at Jin Jumo, "Not bad."

"Why shouldn’t it be, given who made it?" Jin Jumo spoke cheerfully.

Mu Qinnian chuckled, raising his hand to ruffle Jin Jumo’s hair again.

After his large hand left, Jin Jumo feigned annoyance, reaching out to smooth her rumpled hair.

Mu Qinnian leaned against the window, his thin lips slightly uplifted, but his cold, sharp eyes affectionately watched Jin Jumo.

Undeniably, her unexpected return did take him by surprise, and indeed pleased him.

At least at that very moment, she chose him, her brother.

No matter what kind of identity, acknowledgment is needed.

In choosing him at that moment, Jin Jumo undoubtedly offered him absolute recognition and trust, even dependence.

A corner of Mu Qinnian’s heart softened for her, as if anything done for her was worthwhile, partly due to familial blood ties, partly because Jin Jumo, in every aspect, seemed to fit his definition of a sister in his mind, so the love and softness he felt for her were so intense.

He knew, gradually, their sibling relationship would become inseparable.

No, from the moment they reunited, they had already become inseparable.

Thinking of this, the warmth in Mu Qinnian’s gaze at Jin Jumo grew ever more tender.

Shedding all his cold, hard shell, he just wanted to be a warm brother.

Feeling Mu Qinnian’s gaze lingered on her for a long time, Jin Jumo initially could handle it, but gradually became a bit uncomfortable, drawing the corners of her mouth, "Brother, if you keep looking at me like this, I’ll think I’ve done something wrong."

Mu Qinnian’s lips curled slightly, placing the coffee on the windowsill, suddenly saying, "Little Mo, you know, if today you had really gone to the hospital to find Rong Mochen without regard for anything, I would have taken every measure to bring you back to Country C to live with me."

Jin Jumo’s heart sank slightly, her peach blossom eyes looking at Mu Qinnian with suspicion.

"Do you know why?" Mu Qinnian gazed at her, his deep eyes emanating strands of coldness.

Jin Jumo pursed her lips, "Why?"

"Because Rong Mochen isn’t worth you sacrificing everything for, because the Rong Family is heartless and unkind, because each and every one of them in the Rong Family has wronged you, harmed you, and even now, still acts high and mighty in front of you, still bullies you!

As your brother, knowing they’re such people, watching you endure undue humiliation from Rong Mochen’s mother and insisting on staying with Rong Mochen, can I just let you continue like this?

Now you believe you’re tolerating for Rong Mochen, for your future together. But in the future, who can guarantee your tolerance will get a good response, rather than even more wanton humiliation?