Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace
Chapter 57: Rong Mochen: Who Said I Was Taking You Back to School?

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Rong Mochen: Who Said I Was Taking You Back to School?

Although she felt she truly wouldn’t go!

But if refusing on the spot would make everyone feel awkward, then why bother!

"Let’s do it this weekend then. It’s settled." Rong Sinan decided with excitement.

Rong Mochen kept a smile the whole time, not opposing his brother’s words.

It seemed that whatever his brother said, as long as it was within his power, he was willing to comply without raising any objections.

Of course, there probably wasn’t much in this world that Rong Mochen couldn’t manage.

Isn’t there a saying?

That ninety-nine percent of life’s matters can be solved with money.

Rong Mochen was so wealthy that there weren’t many things left that could trouble him.

Jin Jumo touched her nose, making a secret calculation.

This weekend is the 29th, which means Saturday is the 28th...

She raised an eyebrow.

After the 28th, who can tell what will happen!

In a private room at Yulong Residence.

The woman helped Rong Sinan sit down, and as she pulled her hand free from his arm, it was caught by the man’s cool hand.

Her lowered eyes moved slightly as she gently looked up at Rong Sinan, "What’s wrong?"

Rong Sinan looked firmly at her, "Ruan Ruan, are you okay?"

Tang Ruan stared at him for a moment, then softly smiled, "What are you talking about? How could anything be wrong with me?"

Rong Sinan pursed his lips, gazing deeply at Tang Ruan’s serene and gentle face, "Mo Chen treats that girl differently; didn’t you notice?"

Tang Ruan’s eyes halted for a second, then quickly broke into a smile again; she withdrew her hand from his and sat down at the dining place beside him.

Her slim fingers began leafing through the menu on the table, browsing it leisurely, "I met Miss Jin at the birthday party for my aunt yesterday. Miss Jin came with Young Master Ying from the Ying Group."

As she spoke, Tang Ruan looked up at Rong Sinan, "I noticed that Young Master Ying also seems interested in Miss Jin. Not just him. My cousin Gao Qi also seems quite taken with Miss Jin. I imagine that Miss Jin must be very remarkable herself; otherwise, she wouldn’t attract so many excellent men who admire her."

"Young Master Ying and Gao Qi are also interested in..." Rong Sinan was slightly surprised, his brows furrowing.

Tang Ruan’s eyes flickered slightly as she lowered her head, "Yes, indeed. Miss Jin is young, beautiful, and likable. She made a good impression on my aunt yesterday when they first met, gifting her a set of purple clay teapots that she especially cherished and couldn’t put down. My aunt said that set resembled the one she had previously admired in every detail. Miss Jin must have put a lot of thought into the gift."

After hearing this, Rong Sinan frowned more deeply but became silent, appearing lost in thought.

Tang Ruan didn’t look at him and said nothing further, instead quietly ordering.

Outside Yulong Residence, Jin Jumo repeatedly glanced sideways at the man beside her, wanting to speak.

"If you have something to say, speak. Why are you sneaking around?" Rong Mochen threw a sidelong glance at Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo had actually been waiting for him to say that, and she immediately responded with a cheerful smile, "Mr. Rong, why did you deliberately say that earlier?"

"Say what?" His voice was indifferent.

"Just now, when you said that between us you couldn’t decide..." Jin Jumo felt embarrassed even saying it because it wasn’t true at all.

"Oh." Rong Mochen calmly looked at Jin Jumo with a cold expression, "Isn’t that the case?"

"..." Jin Jumo felt she was as wronged as Dou E!

"Of course not." Jin Jumo mumbled softly.

The valet from Yulong Residence drove over Rong Mochen’s Spyker.

After getting out, he respectfully handed the car keys to Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen took the keys and looked lightly at Jin Jumo, "Get in the car."

Jin Jumo’s heart skipped a beat, "Mr. Rong, you don’t need to personally take me back to school, I can go back myself."

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes cooled, "Who said I was taking you back to school?"

"..." Jin Jumo’s expression stiffened, "Not going back to school... ah."

Rong Mochen’s thin lips were tight, and he gazed heavily at Jin Jumo, saying nothing.

Jin Jumo was so intimidated by his gaze that she obediently slipped into the passenger seat under his watchful eye.

Climbing into the car, Jin Jumo obediently fastened her seatbelt and took a deep breath.

She looked up with a fawning smile at the man who was still standing outside, peering at her.

In such moments, Jin Jumo always felt as if her previous life’s job was in some department of the palace, being excessively subservient!

Rong Mochen looked at this version of Jin Jumo and let out a soft snort before walking around the car and getting into the driver’s seat.

The Spyker drove along the thoroughfare in front of Yulong Residence, with Jin Jumo looking out the window.

The lines of greenery whizzed past until a delicate silhouette caught her eye, and all the scenery froze in Jin Jumo’s gaze at that instant.

Especially those trembling red eyes looking at her.

Jin Jumo’s hands suddenly clenched on her knees, her dark eyes fixating on the fleeting image in the rearview mirror outside the car, turning into a dot before disappearing; it was as if her heart had been suddenly struck hard by a metal rod, making her eyes slightly glisten with a red hue.

Half an hour later, the Spyker parked in the underground garage of Nan Jing Apartment.

Rong Mochen lowered his eyebrows, his dark eyes cooling as he watched Jin Jumo sit in silence with her face turned towards the window for the entire journey.

He thought once the car stopped, she would get out or at least glance at him.

Unexpectedly, about five minutes later, she still sat there blankly, unmoving.

Rong Mochen’s eyes flashed with a hint of emotion as he leaned over towards Jin Jumo.

His long arm reached around her waist and paused at the seatbelt buckle.

With a click.

The seatbelt restraining Jin Jumo was unfastened.

Upon hearing the sound, Jin Jumo’s eyes moved slightly, her whole being seemingly hollow, her blank eyes slowly turning towards Rong Mochen.

Seeing her like this, Rong Mochen’s brows furrowed deeply, "We’re here."

Upon hearing that, Jin Jumo’s eyes gradually regained their brightness; her stiff body became slightly upright in the seat, her face bewildered, "Oh."

Saying that, she reached out to push open the car door, intending to get out.

Yet, an arm was suddenly grasped tightly, exerting considerable force.

The faint pain on her arm made Jin Jumo take a small breath, turning confusedly to look at Rong Mochen.

"Why were you so absent-minded?" Rong Mochen’s voice was cool, but his sharp dark eyes radiated intensity.

Jin Jumo blankly stared at his handsome face, blinking her eyes, and softly said, "Can I not say?"

Rather than lie to such a perceptive man, she might as well remain silent.

Because she knew, any lie in front of him was likely to be mercilessly exposed.

And regarding the question he asked, she indeed didn’t want to answer it.

Rong Mochen’s eyes were deep and steady; his cold facial lines were more pronounced at this moment as he watched Jin Jumo intently.

Jin Jumo cautiously breathed, a stubborn defiance glimmering in her eyes, "Can I?"

Rong Mochen sneered, "Suit yourself!"

After that, he released Jin Jumo and stepped out of the car.

Jin Jumo glanced at him, pursed her lips, and followed him out of the car.

Standing at the entrance, she took a few deep breaths before stepping inside.

While changing shoes at the door, Rong Mochen was already in the shower.

Jin Jumo’s movements paused awkwardly, her whole body feeling weak.

Listening to the sound of water from the bathroom, Jin Jumo curled her small body on the sofa, slowly forming a ball.

When Rong Mochen emerged from the bathroom, he saw Jin Jumo like this.

His deep eyes narrowed slightly as he walked towards her.

Before he got close, the little figure nestled on the sofa forced herself to sit up.

Lowering her head, she stood up from the sofa, her voice small, "I’m going to shower."

As she passed him, her wrist was gripped by his powerful hand.

Jin Jumo’s dense eyelashes fluttered lightly as she lifted her small face to look at Rong Mochen, her dark, moist eyes reflecting confusion and a hint of powerlessness.

Rong Mochen remained a block of ice without excess emotion; however, his deep black eyes watched Jin Jumo shadowy and harshly, as if restraining harsh, cutting words, indicating a slight loss of control.