CHAPTER 284: CHAPTER 276: YOU’RE BRINGING UP ANOTHER MAN RIGHT NOW? (PART 2)

Rong Mochen narrowed his eyes, a trace of danger seeping from his dark gaze.

Suddenly, Jin Jumo’s cheek was harshly poked, causing half of her face to twitch in pain.

Covering her face with grievance, Jin Jumo looked mournfully at someone.

"Do you realize your mistake?" Rong Mochen frowned, his expression stern, leaving no room for jest.

Jin Jumo sat up straight, admitting her mistake with sincerity, "I know I was wrong."

Unexpectedly, her quick admission made Rong Mochen visibly pause. Then, his dark eyes flickered with seriousness, "You know Mu Qinnian?"

Jin Jumo looked at him, her fair little face filled with deep confusion, "I don’t know him."

Rong Mochen stared at Jin Jumo for a moment, and it was unclear whether he believed her or not, as he said nothing further.

There was a moment of silence in the car, Jin Jumo’s eyes darted around, and after a while, she quietly explained, "Today I suddenly got a call from the director. The actress in the crew got injured, and the director hoped I would replace her. Out of the directors I’ve worked with over the years, he’s treated me well. Plus, I’m in Z City, so when he asked, how could I refuse?"

Rong Mochen frowned, "Couldn’t tell me?"

"I was going to, but then I got busy and forgot," Jin Jumo said weakly.

Rong Mochen stared at Jin Jumo, saying nothing more, but his tight-lipped expression showed he was still upset.

Jin Jumo sat up straight on his lap, gently cupping his cool, rigid face with her hands, softly saying, "This time, it was my fault. I promise it won’t happen again, please don’t be angry. Also, Xixi and Hanhan must be worried about me. If you want to blame me, first take me home and let me reassure Xixi and Hanhan, okay?"

"You know Xixi and Hanhan would worry about you?" Rong Mochen snorted.

Jin Jumo, knowing she was wrong, hung her head apologetically.

Seeing her like this, even if Rong Mochen wanted to scold her, he couldn’t bear it. He reached out to ruffle her long hair, his tone stern, "Don’t let it happen again!"

Out of sight of Rong Mochen, a slight smile tugged at the corner of Jin Jumo’s lips.

Jin Jumo hurried back to the apartment, only to find that Xixi and Hanhan were already asleep, which was unusual!

Jin Jumo came out of the room perplexed, puzzled as she looked at Rong Mochen who was sitting on the sofa making a call.

Rong Mochen glanced up and saw Jin Jumo’s bewildered little face, a subtle smile crossed his dark eyes as he beckoned her over.

Jin Jumo walked over and sat next to him.

Rong Mochen held one of her hands in his palm, gently squeezing it. After two minutes, he ended the call and looked at Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo shrugged, "Xixi and Hanhan are asleep."

"Hmm." Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow.

Jin Jumo suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Rong Mochen’s lips subtly curved as he pulled Jin Jumo to her feet, leading her to the bedroom, "Xixi and Hanhan waited for you a long time, but they were too tired and had to rest."

"Weren’t they worried about me?" Jin Jumo’s small voice couldn’t hide her melancholy or something else.

"You were just out having dinner with a friend, what’s there to worry about." Rong Mochen cast a sideways glance at Jin Jumo and said.

Having dinner with a friend?

Jin Jumo froze, looking up at Rong Mochen, "So, Xixi and Hanhan just thought I was out having dinner with a friend?"

Rong Mochen squeezed Jin Jumo’s hand, "Yes."

"No wonder." Jin Jumo breathed a sigh of relief.

After showering and emerging from the bathroom, Jin Jumo glanced at someone lying on the bed with deep, dark eyes watching her, her cheeks flushed.

Climbing into bed, Jin Jumo was becoming more accustomed to curling up in his embrace, her silky long hair brushing against Rong Mochen’s slightly open chest.

Rong Mochen’s chest vibrated slightly as his long fingers curled around a lock of Jin Jumo’s hair, playing with it.

Jin Jumo leaned on his arm, silent for a moment.

Her ears suddenly burned, and Jin Jumo shivered, turning to look at someone.

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes surged as he leaned down to kiss Jin Jumo.

"Who exactly is this Mu Qinnian?" Jin Jumo suddenly asked.

Rong Mochen, his thin lips tightened in displeasure, stared at her near pink lips, "At a time like this, you’re bringing up another man?"

Jin Jumo, "..."

Awkwardly, Jin Jumo pulled up her chin and kissed the corner of the man’s mouth.

"The Mu Family is one of the top families in Southeast Asia, spanning many industries. In Southeast Asia, there is no industry the Mu Family wouldn’t consider, and none they can’t succeed in if they chose. In this generation of the Mu Family, Mu Qinnian is the only bloodline left, so he is the natural successor to the Mu Family."

What Rong Mochen didn’t mention is that besides being the heir of the Mu Family, Mu Qinnian has another nickname, Death!

In Southeast Asia, Mu Qinnian is notorious for exacting revenge and is very protective. Those who offend him or people he cares about can find it hard to survive in Southeast Asia at best, and at worst, they won’t even know how they disappeared.

So in Southeast Asia, everyone takes a detour when they see Mu Qinnian, fearing to provoke a calamity they cannot bear!

Jin Jumo’s heart was even more puzzled, "From what you say, Mu Qinnian has an extraordinary status. He shouldn’t be following me for no reason, especially since we’ve never met before."

Rong Mochen narrowed his dark eyes slightly.

"Oh, on the car, he told me he was following me just to confirm something." Jin Jumo looked at Rong Mochen, puzzled.

"What thing?" Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo with slight suspicion.

Jin Jumo shook her head, "He didn’t say."

After a pause, Jin Jumo worriedly asked, "Are you really planning to keep him locked up?"

Rong Mochen, holding Jin Jumo, lay down on the bed, "When he reveals his purpose, and I ensure he poses no threat to you, I’ll send him back to Southeast Asia."

Jin Jumo thought about Mu Qinnian’s unusual behavior towards her in the car, her heart filled with unease, unable to guess what he really intended.

So, when she heard Rong Mochen say this, she said nothing.

As she was lost in thought, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by the man’s hot hand, and pulled down.

The sudden warmth in her palm made Jin Jumo’s cheeks abruptly hot, and she looked at him in shame and irritation.

Rong Mochen’s breath was slightly heavy, his hot breath enveloping her as he whispered hoarsely by her lips, "Just once."

Jin Jumo looked at his strained handsome face, her heart uncontrollably softening, unable to refuse.

Lei Yicheng’s stronghold, a room with a distinctly modern Western style, the elegant decor seemed incompatible with Lei Yicheng’s rugged appearance.

Lei Yicheng lounged with his long legs on the table, squinting at Mu Qinnian who was sitting on the sofa opposite.

Mu Qinnian sat elegantly, with one hand lightly placed on his thigh and the other casually falling on the sofa, relaxed, not at all like someone forcibly detained, but more like a master, leisurely and lazy.

"Do you smoke?" Lei Yicheng asked him.

"I’m very particular." Mu Qinnian said.

Lei Yicheng raised an eyebrow, didn’t ask further, took out a cigarette himself, lit it between his lips, his stern voice slightly hoarse from the smoke, "This isn’t Southeast Asia, you know that, right?"

"Obviously not." Mu Qinnian frowned as if troubled.

"Speak up, what’s your purpose?" Lei Yicheng said.

Mu Qinnian stared at Lei Yicheng, suddenly smiled, "Can’t say."

Lei Yicheng frowned, "What would make you say?"

"I don’t know." Mu Qinnian answered every question.

Lei Yicheng ground his back teeth, sneered, "Mr. Mu hasn’t realized the current situation?"

"Isn’t the situation now that I’m in your hands, at your mercy?" Mu Qinnian twitched his lips.

"Think we won’t do anything to you?" Lei Yicheng scoffed.

"You won’t?" Mu Qinnian also smiled.

Lei Yicheng took a fierce drag on his cigarette, his patience running thin, his tone gaining a streak of harshness, "Does Mr. Mu not want to return safely to Southeast Asia?"

"I do want to return." But he wouldn’t return empty-handed!

"If Mr. Mu doesn’t want to tell the truth, you won’t be able to go back." Lei Yicheng said.

"Who knows?" Mu Qinnian’s tone was flat, seemingly indifferent.

Lei Yicheng stared at his unperturbed face, wanting to punch him.

Just as Lei Yicheng reached his limit, unable to hold back from taking action, the door was pushed open from outside, someone walked in with a chill.

Cold eyes staring at Mu Qinnian, said, "What’s your relationship with Little Mo?"

Lei Yicheng was slightly stunned and looked at Mu Qinnian.

Mu Qinnian’s mouth showed a slight smile, seemingly but not, "Guess."

Rong Mochen coldly pressed his lips, stood five steps away from Mu Qinnian, his voice cool and detached, "You took Little Mo’s hair at the amusement park."

Hair?

Lei Yicheng’s deep eyes showed calmness.

Mu Qinnian said nothing.

The two men silently stared at each other for a moment, Rong Mochen shifted his gaze from Mu Qinnian to Lei Yicheng, "Let him go."

Lei Yicheng paused, stared at Mu Qinnian, "Do you need me to see Mr. Mu out?"

Mu Qinnian stood up, looked at Rong Mochen with a half-smile, "I have a good memory, I remember very clearly how I came here. So no need."

Rong Mochen seemed to disregard his implicit meaning, staring at him expressionlessly.

Mu Qinnian raised an eyebrow and left the room.

After Mu Qinnian left, Lei Yicheng thoughtfully looked at Rong Mochen, "Does Momo have a blood relation with Mu Qinnian?"

Rong Mochen sat on the sofa, "Gu Yan has already analyzed the video surveillance of the amusement area, confirming that Mu Qinnian took Little Mo’s hair at that time."

"The Mu Family values blood ties most throughout history, if Momo is truly Mu Qinnian’s sister, given Mu Qinnian’s personality, he will definitely find a way to take Momo to Southeast Asia, his territory," Lei Yicheng said.

Rong Mochen’s expression quickly darkened, his eyes flashed with anger, "Don’t even think about it!"

Lei Yicheng didn’t want to remind him, Jin Jumo’s emphasis on kinship was probably inherited from the Mu Family.

If she knew she had a brother in the world, she might really leave for Southeast Asia with him!

Mu Qinnian exited Lei Yicheng’s territory, a black sedan immediately came over.

"Young Master Mu." The driver and bodyguard got out of the car, looking nervously at Mu Qinnian, "Are you alright?"

"Do I look like I’m not alright?"

Mu Qinnian said casually, straddling into the car.

The driver and the bodyguard got in as well.

"Young Master Mu, I don’t understand; last night you clearly didn’t have to go with them, why..."

"Curious?" Mu Qinnian slightly raised his cold eyes, staring at the driver in the front seat.