CHAPTER 29: CHAPTER 29: HER BLOOD RUNS COLD TOO

Liang Yi clenched her hands tightly, her entire face trembling.

She had no way to refute Jin Jumo’s words.

Back then, she did indeed abandon her own daughter for her own happy life.

No matter what she said to her now, it was something she had to endure.

At this moment, Jin Jumo’s eyes held no resentment, no agitation, just looked peacefully at the woman crying in front of her.

Jin Jumo thought, perhaps the blood in my bones is cold, too!

Liang Yi cried for a while on her own, Jin Jumo was unmoved, not even offering a perfunctory consolation.

In front of her, she was like an invisible person.

Feeling awkward, Liang Yi felt even more heartbroken, and she covered her mouth and ran into the private bathroom of the hospital room.

Jin Jumo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, she raised a smile and sat in front of the hospital bed, holding Jin Jiancheng’s hand, "Grandpa, did you miss Little Mo? Little Mo missed you..."

Coming out of the bathroom, Liang Yi saw Jin Jumo playfully and cheerfully acting like a little girl, being affectionate with Jin Jiancheng.

Everything before her felt blurry, she could hardly remember what the little girl who used to act this way in her arms looked like.

"Ms. Liang, is there anything else?" Her thoughts were pulled back to reality by Jin Jumo’s polite and distant tone.

Hurt crossed Liang Yi’s eyes, she took a breath, lowered her head, opened the expensive leather bag in her hand, pulled out a check, and walked to Jin Jumo, "Previously, you came looking for mom, but that day, your sister got sick, and mom was very anxious and worried, so she didn’t get a clear understanding of why you were looking for her. Later, your sister had to go abroad to study, and since she hadn’t left my side since childhood, mom couldn’t bear to let her go alone to a foreign place, so..."

"Are you now telling me how good of a mother you are?" Jin Jumo frowned slightly.

Liang Yi was startled, then quickly realized her slip of the tongue, hurriedly said, "Sorry Momo, mom didn’t mean it..."

Seeing the faint impatience on Jin Jumo’s face, Liang Yi paused and handed the check to Jin Jumo, "Mom only heard about Uncle Jin after returning to the country. Here is two hundred thousand... The last time you came to find mom, it must have been for this, right?"

A hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of Liang Yi’s mouth.

If it weren’t for Jin Jiancheng’s sudden accident, how could she possibly take the initiative to find her with her personality?

Jin Jumo glanced coldly at the check.

Last time?

Did she have any idea how long it had been since the last time I went to find her?

Smirking, Jin Jumo looked at her, raising an eyebrow, "Although it’s a bit little, I’ll take it."

Little?

Liang Yi’s face stiffened, looking at Jin Jumo in disbelief.

Did she just say it was little...

Jin Jumo seemed not to notice Liang Yi’s surprise, taking the check and putting it into her wallet.

Liang Yi pressed her lips, "Momo, mom can’t come up with more at the moment, take this for now, if it’s not enough, mom will think of a way."

"Then you’d better think of a way quickly." Jin Jumo quickly said.

Liang Yi’s throat choked, and her expression became much more nuanced at once.

Winter arrived quietly, the soft sunlight poured in from the window, landing on the head, face, and body, yet one couldn’t feel a bit of warmth.

Jin Jumo stood quietly in front of the window, her thin body wrapped in the sunlight, she raised her head, quietly looking at the decades-old sycamore tree outside the window, her face almost stone-like.

Not sure how long she stood there, Jin Jumo suddenly reached out and rubbed her arms vigorously, skipping and jumping to Jin Jiancheng’s side, lying next to him, smiling, "Grandpa, your arms are still warm."

Jin Jumo stayed in the hospital until evening.

Before leaving the ward, she thought about how she had parted "unhappily" with someone twice already, and it seemed her recent performance didn’t satisfy that person very much.

So tonight... should she take the initiative to invite that someone over...

Jin Jumo pursed her lips, took out her phone, started typing a message, but hesitated at the moment of sending.

She wasn’t sure if contacting him initiatively would irritate him even more.

After all, when they signed the contract back then, he had clearly stated that he liked women who stick to their duties.

To Jin Jumo, sticking to her duties meant not contacting when not necessary, absolute absence when not needed... curbing unauthorized thoughts.

Therefore...

Jin Jumo deleted the message she had composed and decided to stay an unassuming little invisible.

Jin Jumo walked out of the hospital doors, raising her hand to hail a taxi when her phone rang in her bag.

Taking the phone out of her bag, as her eyes glanced at the phone screen, Jin Jumo raised an eyebrow in surprise and turned her head toward the hospital.

She saw Ying Jingyao in a white coat, walking towards her gracefully with steady yet slightly quick steps on the long stone steps.

Jin Jumo blinked, watching him walk to her, a bit confused, "Brother Ying, you..."

"Almost missed you." Ying Jingyao smiled warmly, raising an eyebrow after a soft breath.

Jin Jumo was slightly startled.

"Since you’re here, why not come find me?" Ying Jingyao asked, his gaze deep on Jin Jumo.

"..." She came to the hospital to see her grandpa, why would she go find him?

But under his gaze like that, Jin Jumo couldn’t voice such an answer.

Smiling, she said, "Brother Ying is at work, I wouldn’t dare disturb you."

"How could your visit be a disturbance," Ying Jingyao sighed gently.

Jin Jumo’s eyes flashed quickly, curling her lips without replying.

Ying Jingyao squinted, after a while, a light smile appeared, "I’ve been busy all day, I’m hungry."

"Then Brother Ying, you..."

"I remember someone saying they’d treat me to dinner?" Ying Jingyao interrupted Jin Jumo with a slow, smiling tone.

Uh...

Jin Jumo felt awkward for a couple of seconds, then generously smiled, "In that case, let me treat Brother Ying to dinner."

Ying Jingyao’s eyes filled with even more laughter.

A Chinese restaurant with a nice ambiance near the hospital.

Ying Jingyao handed the menu to Jin Jumo after ordering, saying warmly, "See if there’s anything else you need."

Jin Jumo took the menu, glanced casually, and surprisingly found that almost everything Ying Jingyao ordered was her favorite, except for a light dish of tofu soup.

Jin Jumo’s gaze lingered on the menu for two seconds, she didn’t show any unusual expression, added two more light vegetable dishes, and handed the menu back to the waiting server.

"By the way, Brother Ying, how has Little Yan been doing lately? Any trouble?" Jin Jumo naturally shifted the topic to Mu Yan.

"She’s been quite well lately, nothing major." Talking about Mu Yan, a trace of elder’s helpless yet comforting smile appeared on Ying Jingyao’s face.

Jin Jumo arched her brows, "That’s good."

"How’s work? Are you adjusting well?" Ying Jingyao’s tone was calm and gentle, his presence was soothing unlike Rong Mochen who always gave off a strong sense of pressure, his words were always easing the atmosphere.

In just a few words, Jin Jumo felt completely relaxed, smiling, "Not bad."

"I heard from Little Yan that you’re a die-hard fan of Voice Master Zhou Xueyi?" Ying Jingyao said the words "die-hard fan" with a sense of confusion, his refined brows slightly furrowed, which made Jin Jumo burst into laughter.

"Yes, I’m not only a die-hard fan, I’m also a brain-dead fan of Teacher Zhou Xueyi."

"Brain-dead..." Ying Jingyao’s mouth twitched slightly, with a look that couldn’t believe someone would call themselves "brain-dead."

Jin Jumo’s dimples showed from her laughter, "By the way, Brother Ying, may I ask your age?"

Jin Jumo deliberately used "you" and "age."

Ying Jingyao paused, seeing the teasing in Jin Jumo’s eyes, he raised an eyebrow, realizing she was indirectly saying he was old and couldn’t keep up with the times!

But, did he really look that old?

Ying Jingyao smiled wryly, "Looks like I can’t avoid getting old."

In front of the youth and flower-like Jin Jumo, wasn’t he already getting old!