CHAPTER 283: CHAPTER 275: YOU’RE BRINGING UP ANOTHER MAN TO ME AT A TIME LIKE THIS? (1)

"That’s great." Xiao Yuwen discreetly clenched his fist.

Jin Jumo also felt relieved, finally able to set aside the heavy burden on her heart.

"Xiao Ye, it’s all thanks to you this time, otherwise I really wouldn’t have known what to do," Lin Dong gratefully looked at Jin Jumo.

"I’m also a part of the crew, it’s what I should do," Jin Jumo smiled.

"Xiao Ye, you’re really loyal!" Lin Dong praised as he looked at Jin Jumo, "You and Yuwen rest for a bit first, I’ll go tell everyone, later I’ll treat everyone to a late-night snack."

Jin Jumo hadn’t even had the chance to say anything before the director rushed out in a hurry.

"Xiao Ye, I’m going out to change clothes, I’ll leave this to you," Xiao Yuwen said considerately.

"Alright." Jin Jumo curved her lips into a smile.

Xiao Yuwen took his clothes and left, and Jin Jumo also took her clothes and went into the dressing room.

However, not long after, Jin Jumo hurriedly rushed out of the dressing room, searched around, and finally found her bag among a pile of costumes.

Opening the bag, Jin Jumo quickly took out her phone, and upon looking, she indeed saw dozens of missed calls flashing on the phone screen, her heart skipped a beat, and guilt surged up.

Jin Jumo bit her lip and called back.

The moment the phone connected, the other party picked up.

"Rong Mochen, I’m sorry, I..."

"Where are you?" The man interrupted Jin Jumo’s words in a deep voice, his tone tense.

Jin Jumo felt an indescribable guilt in her heart, and she said softly, "I’m at the theater."

Just as Jin Jumo finished speaking, the call was abruptly ended.

Jin Jumo closed her eyes irritably.

"Xiao Ye, are you really not coming with us?" Lin Dong asked persistently at the theater entrance.

"Xiao, it’s been such a long time since we’ve seen each other, come with us," Lin Weiwei swung Jin Jumo’s hand.

Jin Jumo pinched Lin Weiwei’s fingers, "Next time, alright?"

Saying that, Jin Jumo looked at the director.

The director saw Jin Jumo’s firm expression, and although disappointed, he didn’t insist, pulling Lin Weiwei along to join the crew for a late-night snack.

Watching everyone walk away, Jin Jumo’s face slowly revealed anxiety, gently rubbing her arms as she waited by the roadside for someone.

After a while, a black sedan gracefully stopped in front of her.

Jin Jumo was taken aback at first, thinking it was someone she was expecting, she bent down, trying to see through the car window.

Before she could see clearly, the rear car door suddenly opened, and a tall man stepped out.

Jin Jumo cautiously stepped back and then looked over.

The visitor was someone Jin Jumo didn’t recognize, yet he made a "please" gesture to her.

Jin Jumo slightly clenched her hand, glancing sideways at the backseat, "Is Mr. Rong inside?"

The newcomer remained stony-faced, only withdrawing his hand when speaking to Jin Jumo, his arms respectfully crossed over his lower abdomen, bowing slightly, "Miss, Young Master Mu invites you to get in."

Young Master Mu... who?

Jin Jumo frowned, "I don’t know any Young Master Mu."

"Take her into the car."

From inside the car, a chilling male voice came out unexpectedly.

Jin Jumo’s spine tingled, and she looked toward the back seat, "Who are you?"

"Don’t be so tense, I won’t harm you, just get in the car quietly," the man said again, his tone devoid of any warmth.

Jin Jumo breathed deep, "How do I know you’re telling the truth just to get me into the car?"

"Miss, our Young Master Mu never goes back on his word, so you don’t need to doubt him," the man said to Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo glanced around.

During the day, the area around the theater was crowded with people, but at night, past eleven, it was almost deserted.

If she refused to get in, and the other party used force, she would have no one to turn to for help.

Biting her lip, Jin Jumo took a step forward and got into the car.

As soon as she sat in the car, Jin Jumo immediately felt a chilling coldness coming from the side, forcing her to shiver and frown as she turned her head to look.

The car’s lights were off, and a large portion of the man’s face was shrouded in shadow; only a pair of cold, icy eyes and two thick, dark brows like swords could be vaguely seen.

The man seemed not to notice Jin Jumo’s gaze, his voice was deep, "Drive."

As soon as he spoke, the car started moving.

Jin Jumo pressed her lips tight, "Sir, where are you taking me?"

"Mu Qinnian," the man slowly turned his gaze, staring at Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo blinked, "Mr. Mu..."

"My name, Mu Qinnian," Mu Qinnian said.

Jin Jumo gently pursed her lips, "Mr. Mu, I’ve never had amnesia in my life, so I don’t recall having any dealings with you. If there’s something Mr. Mu wants from me, please speak directly."

Mu Qinnian quietly stared at Jin Jumo for a moment, then suddenly raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

Then, the light inside the car suddenly brightened.

Jin Jumo squinted slightly at the sudden glare, but managed to see Mu Qinnian’s face clearly.

Compared to Rong Mochen’s coldness, Xiao Nanqing’s wickedness, and Huo Shaojun’s brutality, Mu Qinnian’s appearance was even more sinister.

His features were sharp, his contours striking. Such a man, despite his good looks, probably wouldn’t have anyone dare to look at him on the street.

"Still daring to stare at me, not afraid?" Mu Qinnian curved his lips in a seemingly ambiguous smile.

Jin Jumo blinked, withdrew her gaze, and tried to make her voice sound calm, "Mr. Mu wants others to be afraid of you?"

"To be honest, I enjoy it quite a bit," Mu Qinnian said.

Jin Jumo twitched her lips, "Back to business, what do you want with me, Mr. Mu?"

"Actually, this is not our first meeting," Mu Qinnian began.

"..." Jin Jumo was slightly taken aback, looking at him.

Mu Qinnian said nothing but raised his long, powerful hand to cover the part below his eyes.

Jin Jumo, looking at those deep, cold, sharp eyes, felt her almond-shaped eyes gradually widen, her voice full of shock, "It’s you!" The man who had been following her!

Mu Qinnian moved his eyebrows, lowered his hand, "Don’t be nervous. Although I enjoy making others fear me, you don’t count as one of them."

The tension and fear in Jin Jumo’s heart did not diminish in the slightest because of his words, "Why were you following me? What’s your purpose?"

Mu Qinnian slowly turned his head to look out the car window. After a while, his ghostly cold voice finally came, "To confirm something."

"... What is it?" Jin Jumo asked, puzzled.

Mu Qinnian didn’t reply. After a while, he suddenly sneered, turned to look at the driver in the front seat, "Accelerate!"

"Yes, Young Master Mu," the driver responded seriously.

The speed of the car abruptly increased more than double, catching Jin Jumo off guard, causing her to lurch forward.

Before her forehead hit the back of the seat, a large hand swiftly supported her forehead and pulled her back.

Soon, a faint mint scent wafted into her nostrils.

Jin Jumo’s whole body went rigid as she incredulously looked at the man who had suddenly approached and was fastening her seatbelt.

Mu Qinnian skillfully secured the seatbelt, looked up, and momentarily paused when he met Jin Jumo’s surprised almond-shaped eyes. He quickly resumed his usual demeanor, raised his hand to gently rub Jin Jumo’s head, an action full of tender affection.

Jin Jumo was dumbfounded, staring blankly at him.

"Bear with it," Mu Qinnian said.

Jin Jumo had a belly full of questions that she couldn’t ask before something suddenly hit the back of the car with great force.

Immediately after, two sharp emergency brakes screeched piercingly.

The car came to an abrupt stop while Jin Jumo was unprepared, but before she lurched forward, a large hand firmly grasped her arm.

"What’s going on?" Jin Jumo shook off Mu Qinnian’s hand, her hands trembling slightly as she pushed the car door.

Mu Qinnian squinted slightly, not stopping her.

Jin Jumo stumbled out of the car and was almost immediately yanked forcefully.

Startled, Jin Jumo instinctively struggled.

"Little Mo."

The deep male voice instantly calmed Jin Jumo, who quickly looked up and saw a familiar stern face. Forgetting her composure, she stood on tiptoe and hugged the man’s neck tightly, "You’re here."

"I’m here," Rong Mochen held Jin Jumo’s slightly trembling body tightly, his dark eyes raging with anger, fixed on Mu Qinnian, who was stepping out of the car.

Mu Qinnian got out, casually straightened his suit, and looked around at the two cars blocking his vehicle front and back. With a slight arch of his thick eyebrows, he slowly walked toward Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen’s rigid face became even grimmer, his eyes chillingly focused on Mu Qinnian.

Mu Qinnian twirled the ring on his ring finger, his expression calm, "Believe me, I mean no harm to Little Mo."

Little Mo?

With thin lips pressed into a cold, sharp line, Rong Mochen looked at Mu Qinnian with eyes devoid of any warmth, "The renowned eldest young master of the Mu Family in Southeast Asia suddenly appearing in Z City, first stalking, then forcibly taking away my wife. And now you tell me, you mean no harm to my wife?"

Southeast Asia?

Jin Jumo was stunned. In her life so far, she had only been to two places, Z City and S City. When did she get involved with people from Southeast Asia?

Mu Qinnian seemed to think for a moment, then spread his hands, "A misunderstanding."

"If he refuses to talk, just arrest him and lock him up for ten days or half a month," Lei Yicheng’s domineering voice called out from behind.

Mu Qinnian pressed his lips, looked back at Lei Yicheng leaning against the car with folded arms, watching the scene, "This is Mr. Rong’s territory. If you insist on doing so, I have no objections."

He paused, then gazed at Rong Mochen with meaningful eyes, "But Mr. Rong might, no, will certainly pay the price for it. Still okay with that?"

Rong Mochen curled his lips coldly, scooping up Jin Jumo, "Take him away!"

Mu Qinnian’s eyes twitched slightly, abruptly letting out a sinister laugh, gritting his teeth, "Very well! You had better not fall into my hands, Rong Mochen!"

Jin Jumo looked at Mu Qinnian from over Rong Mochen’s shoulder, her almond-shaped eyes filled with confusion.

Rong Mochen carried Jin Jumo into the car, intending to place her in the passenger seat, but Jin Jumo clung tightly to his neck, refusing to let go.

With a sigh, Rong Mochen cupped her face with his large hand, looking into her constantly fluttering almond-shaped eyes, he asked softly, "Are you scared?"

"With you here, what is there to be afraid of?" Jin Jumo replied with a sweet, deliberately lowered voice, soft and tender.