Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace
Chapter 53: Jin Jumo: I Might Have Met a Psycho

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Jin Jumo: I Might Have Met a Psycho

So, under the torment of this devilish wake-up mode, Jin Jumo eventually got up.

Holding her phone, she went to the balcony, washed at the sink while checking her phone.

The moment she saw the WeChat message from "Lonely Cigarette," Jin Jumo almost rolled her eyes to the ceiling.

She still wanted to ask why he didn’t speak!

He really knows how to play the victim first.

She ignored it.

Jin Jumo then decided to check if there was anything new in her Moments.

Her WeChat mostly consisted of people she knew or colleagues she had briefly met or worked with due to voice acting.

However, when she saw that there were dozens of friend comment notifications in her Moments, Jin Jumo was stunned.

With a heart full of curiosity, Jin Jumo clicked in.

Hehehe...

Wonderful.

It was all comments from this Mr. Lonely Cigarette.

It must be mentioned that this Mr. Lonely Cigarette was very persistent, commenting all the way to the first post she ever made in Moments.

And all the comments were just a single symbol—a "?"

"Question marks!"

Jin Jumo isn’t someone who openly expresses her emotions and almost never posts personal or emotional things in her Moments.

Her Moments mostly features posts about voice acting knowledge.

So, seeing this string of question marks.

Jin Jumo was terrified inside!

Yesterday, she replied to him with two "question marks," so he responded with dozens of question marks. Has she met a psycho?

Moreover, her reply of question marks was a real question, is he taking blatant revenge?

The more Jin Jumo thought about it, the more horrified she became, the more she felt that this person might... be sick!

Jin Jumo’s first reaction was to block him immediately.

At this moment, Jin Jumo had yet to realize that her reply of two "question marks" was also problematic.

How lazy can one be, hey!

How hard is it to type a few more words and ask who the other person is?

Doesn’t she know that some people are actually quite petty!

After buying wholemeal bread and vegetable juice at the school’s cake shop, Jin Jumo ate while chatting with Jian Liangtong on WeChat.

When did Jian Liangtong’s WeChat avatar become Xiaohong?

"Liangtong, I might have encountered a pervert." After chatting for a bit, Jin Jumo said with a heavy expression.

"Pervert, what pervert?" Jian Liangtong replied instantly.

Jin Jumo then recounted the story of receiving dozens of question marks this morning to Jian Liangtong.

"Could it be your secret admirer?"

"..." Jin Jumo was speechless.

Even if it is a secret admirer, having such a perverted admirer is very scary, okay?

"I told you, you’re too dazzlingly beautiful, running into perverts now, right?"

"..." Jin Jumo was so angry she cried, this is a good friend indeed!

"Where are you?"

"At school." Jin Jumo replied.

Just replied.

Jian Liangtong directly called her.

Jin Jumo picked up.

"Recently, don’t go out alone, stay obediently in the dorm. I’ll have someone send you lunch, and I’ll pick you up for dinner after work." Jian Liangtong cautiously instructed Jin Jumo, with no hint of the joking tone from WeChat messages, she was serious.

Jin Jumo knew she was worried about her, not joking, and agreed.

"Do you remember that pervert’s WeChat ID? Send it to me. Auntie will go and meet him!" Jian Liangtong said coldly, with a tone of a mafia boss.

"... I already blocked him." Jin Jumo paused and said.

"Blocked, but there’s a record, right?"

"... I even deleted the blocked record."

"..." Jian Liangtong took a deep breath, paused for several seconds, "Alright. But if he really is a pervert focusing on you, he will definitely use another number to add you. Such lurking dangerous elements, if not ’rooted out’, will leave endless trouble."

A certain "perverted dangerous element" currently in a high-level conference room suddenly sneezed!

The serious and solemn conference room instantly fell silent.

All eyes looked hesitantly at the man with a dignified appearance sitting in the main seat of the high-chair.

Rong Mochen slightly frowned, then coolly uttered two words, "Continue."

The crowd hesitated for a moment, quickly withdrew their gazes, and resumed the discussion they were having earlier.

Fu Mulan silently pushed a cup of hot water to Rong Mochen’s hand.

Rong Mochen pressed his lips together, with a distant expression, picked up the cup and took a sip.

Seeing him drink, Fu Mulan’s lips slightly curved, she continued to listen to the people present and took notes.

The morning meeting ended.

Fu Mulan followed Rong Mochen into the CEO’s office.

The office was spacious and simple, with only the basic office equipment and a set of black sofas.

The office had a rest room, but no one had ever entered it, not even as Rong Mochen’s personal assistant, Fu Mulan, was an exception.

So, nobody knew whether its layout was as simple as the outer office environment.

Today, Rong Mochen was wearing a dark blue suit with a white shirt with a Mandarin collar underneath, without a tie, making him look elegant and capable.

"Anything else?" Rong Mochen sat in the high chair, turned on his laptop, not looking at Fu Mulan.

Fu Mulan’s gaze lingered on his thin lips for a second, her cheeks slightly blushing, she lowered her head a bit, "The weather has become colder recently, and the air quality isn’t good, it’s easy to catch a cold..."

As she spoke, Fu Mulan stepped forward, placing an unopened medical mask on Rong Mochen’s desk, "The CEO deals with so much, you should take care of your health."

Rong Mochen didn’t even glance at Fu Mulan, "I don’t need it."

Fu Mulan’s breath hitched, her eyes lifted to his cold, hard side, voice slightly shaking, "CEO..."

"Assistant Fu." Rong Mochen’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, his cold and sharp face showed no expression, but it was more hurtful than any expression, "Your duty is personal assistant to the CEO, not a personal nurse."

"..." Fu Mulan’s eyes trembled fiercely, as if her heart was being scraped by a knife, her lips turned pale, "I’m sorry, CEO, I overstepped. It won’t happen again..."

"Leave." Rong Mochen said coldly.

Fu Mulan’s lips trembled with paleness, "Yes."

"Wait."

As Fu Mulan was turning to leave, she heard the man’s voice behind her.

Her almond eyes caught a glimmer of light, she slightly held her breath and turned to look at Rong Mochen.

"Take your stuff with you." Rong Mochen, with his cold dark eyes, still refused to spare a glance at Fu Mulan.

Fu Mulan’s expression could no longer suppress the paleness, just feeling as if her dignity was about to be crushed by his mercilessness.

Fu Mulan bit her lower lip hard, stepped forward, grabbed the medical mask, and left the office.

As she walked out, the door closed behind her.

Fu Mulan’s cold, clear eyes couldn’t help but turn red.

The medical mask in her hand was almost crushed due to her grip.

Inside the office, Rong Mochen’s deep black eyes were fixed on the computer screen, his slender fingers tapping on the keyboard with crisp sounds, his stern and serious face discouraging any interruption.

Half an hour passed, and the sound of tapping the keyboard finally stopped.

He stood up, picked up the cigarette box and metal lighter from the table, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Pulled out a cigarette and lit it, his beautiful fingers holding the cigarette butt, he squinted his eyes, the swirling smoke was exhaled from his sexy thin lips.

Two minutes later, Rong Mochen suddenly glanced at the office desk and paused for a few seconds.

He walked over, picked up the phone on the desk.

His dark eyes scanned the WeChat icon on the phone screen, then tapped into it.

As soon as he entered, he found several friend requests.

Rong Mochen pursed his lips, opened them one by one.

Hmm... they were all from people with too much time on their hands.

Accepting or rejecting the request, that’s a question!

However.

Rong Mochen’s brows furrowed, his cold gaze focused on the big blank avatar.

She still hadn’t responded to his message!

With his lips slightly tight, Rong Mochen clicked open the big blank avatar, his long fingers swiping on the phone screen a few times: Go to Nan Jing Apartment tonight.