CHAPTER 295: CHAPTER 284: AS IF SHE WERE A PRICELESS TREASURE

Liang Yi was holding a leather handbag in her hand, her fingers nervously gripping the strap continuously, as she looked anxiously at Jin Jumo with reddened eyes, "Momo, Mom has been waiting for you all day."

Upon hearing her refer to herself as "Mom," Xixi’s eyes brightened, raising her small head to look at Jin Jumo, "Mommy, it’s that auntie."

The last time Jin Jumo took Xixi and Hanhan to Ningyi Cemetery, they encountered Liang Yi, who at that time also called herself "Mom" repeatedly.

The little one had a strong impression of her.

When Liang Yi heard Xixi’s voice, her gaze paused, turning to look at Xixi.

Xixi tilted her little head and looked at her too, though her expression was somewhat strange.

Jin Jumo pinched her fingers, silently pulling Xixi and Hanhan slightly behind her, speaking coldly, "Does Ms. Liang need something?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Yi shifted her gaze from Xixi and Hanhan to Jin Jumo, her face despondent, "Momo, Mom just wants to see you, nothing else."

Jin Jumo stared at her with apathy, "Is Ms. Liang truly simply wanting to see me?"

The more miserable Liang Yi’s expression became, she said, "Mom feels as though she’s walked through the gates of hell and has come to understand many things. In this life, what matters most is not material wealth or money, but family.

In the past, it was Mom’s fault, Mom let you down. Momo, Mom begs you, give Mom a chance, let me make up for what I owe you, okay?"

"Do you really understand?"

Jin Jumo looked at her, her eyes not revealing any emotion.

Liang Yi nodded, "Now I don’t want anything else, I just want to use the latter half of my life to properly compensate you, to gain your forgiveness."

Jin Jumo faintly curled her lips, "That’s not necessary. I don’t want Ms. Liang’s latter half of life, nor do I need your compensation." After a pause, "If you must compensate, then stay away from me, like before, just stay away."

"Momo." Tears suddenly welled up in Liang Yi’s eyes, sobbing to the point where she couldn’t control herself, "Momo, Mom genuinely wants to make it up to you, Mom is begging you, Mom is begging you to give Mom a chance, okay?"

As she spoke, Liang Yi made as if to kneel down.

Jin Jumo clenched her fists tightly, her eyes turning sharp, "If you want to kneel, then kneel, but I promise I won’t help you up! If you’re not afraid of Rong Mochen coming back and seeing you, then kneel!"

Jin Jumo finished speaking, pulled Xixi and Hanhan, and turned to leave.

"Momo."

Liang Yi cried as she grabbed Jin Jumo’s arm from behind, looking at Jin Jumo’s icy demeanor with teary eyes, "Momo, don’t treat Mom like this, Mom truly understands her mistakes now, please forgive Mom, okay, Momo?"

Jin Jumo’s eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, glaring back at Liang Yi, "What exactly do you still want from me?"

Liang Yi’s eyes flashed swiftly, shaking her head while crying, "Mom doesn’t want anything, Mom just wants your forgiveness."

"Impossible."

Jin Jumo’s face turned cold, displaying an unprecedented cruelty, "I cannot forgive you."

The determination and coldness on Jin Jumo’s face told Liang Yi that she truly could not forgive her.

Intense panic and helplessness surfaced in Liang Yi’s eyes, tears falling as she squatted down, clutching each of Xixi and Hanhan’s hands, urgently saying, "Sweethearts, I’m your grandmother, please help Grandma beg your mother to forgive Grandma, okay?"

Xixi and Hanhan’s faces showed deep confusion.

Jin Jumo’s body shook violently, as if a sharp blade was lodged in her throat, any slight movement causing it to bleed profusely.

Biting her lip hard, Jin Jumo bent down, pulling Xixi and Hanhan’s hands away from Liang Yi’s grip, and leading the little ones, she turned and quickly headed towards the apartment building.

"Momo." Liang Yi hurriedly chased after them.

But before she could get close to Jin Jumo, a figure dressed in black appeared out of nowhere, blocking her path.

Liang Yi was stunned, looking fearfully at the person dressed in black before her.

"Madam, Young Master Mu wants to see you."

The man in black spoke methodically, ignoring Liang Yi’s struggle, gripping her wrist and pulling her towards a Bentley Mulsanne parked by the roadside.

Young Master Mu...

Chill ran through Liang Yi’s heart, her face turning ghastly pale, thrashing wildly in panic, "I don’t know any Young Master Mu, I won’t go, I won’t go..."

The man in black paid her no mind, dragging her forward.

Cold sweat broke out on Liang Yi’s hands and feet, she panted anxiously, frantically turning her head toward Jin Jumo’s retreating figure, calling out, "Momo, Momo, save Mom, Momo..."

Jin Jumo did not turn back, the crimson liquid gathering more and more in her eyes.

Entering the elevator, Jin Jumo stared at the numb face reflected on the elevator wall.

Such a face, shouldn’t it hold a heart equally numb?

But why does her heart still hurt so much, so much...

"Mommy." A soft little voice drifted up from below.

Jin Jumo’s long eyelashes fluttered, looking down at the small face of Xixi, gazing timidly up at her.

"You squeezed Xixi, it hurts," Xixi said quietly, her voice tinged with a sobbing tone and grievance.

"Uh..."

Jin Jumo’s breath hitched, and she quickly loosened her grip, muttering hoarsely, "I’m sorry."

Xixi gently shook her head, leaning against her leg, not speaking.

Jin Jumo bit her lower lip and turned to look at Hanhan.

Hanhan pressed his small mouth tight, extending his other hand to rest atop Jin Jumo’s hand.

Jin Jumo’s eyes felt warm, wanting to smile at him, but realized she didn’t even have the strength to move her lips.

Not long after Jin Jumo returned to the apartment with Xixi and Hanhan, Rong Mochen arrived.

Jin Jumo sat on the sofa, watching the somber-faced man approach her step by step, his alluring peach blossom eyes briefly flashing with a tinge of red, slowly pulling a smile.

"Don’t smile!"

The man spoke, his tone serious.

Jin Jumo’s smile froze, staring at the man’s cold, sharp eyes, her face involuntarily growing pale.

Hanhan glanced at Rong Mochen, obediently taking his sister’s hand and heading to the room.

Jin Jumo’s lips moved stiffly, "Why are you back so early today?"

Rong Mochen stood in front of her, his tall, upright figure like a towering tree trunk imposing immense pressure, not bothering to restrain this force.

Jin Jumo clenched her fingers tightly, the warm flow in her eyes swirling endlessly, even tending to intensify.

Gentle, tender kisses continuously fell on her forehead and the corners of her eyes, cautiously, as if she was a priceless treasure.

The long-standing warmth in Jin Jumo’s eyes finally spilled over, sliding down from the corners, holding the man’s waist tighter, her trembling voice sounded like it would shatter into pieces with a touch, "Rong Mochen, I’m a bit cold, hold me tighter, won’t you?"

In the deep of night, all was silent; souls find solace at such a time, yet lying in bed, Jin Jumo’s body and soul could find no rest.

Bathed in the starlight spilling through the floor-to-ceiling window, Jin Jumo watched the man beside her, breathing shallowly in slumber.

Seeing he was completely asleep, Jin Jumo quietly moved his possessive arm from her waist, lifted the duvet, got out of bed, and barefooted, took the phone from the bedside table, heading out of the bedroom.

Sitting on the living room sofa, Jin Jumo hesitated for a long time but still dialed Mu Qinnian’s number.

After the call rang for a while, it connected, and Mu Qinnian’s soft, low voice came through, "Little Mo, calling this late, is something wrong?"

Jin Jumo gripped the phone tightly, speaking softly, "Brother, you know why."

"Yes." Mu Qinnian replied with a hum.

"Brother, please let her go, will you?" Jin Jumo’s voice grew softer.

"No."

Mu Qinnian’s answer was simple, clear, crisp, and decisive.

Jin Jumo pressed her lips tight, "I know she once brought irreparable harm to the Mu Family and to you..."

"Little Mo, I originally didn’t plan to settle accounts with her, but I’ve changed my mind now." Mu Qinnian said deeply.

"...Why?"

Jin Jumo didn’t understand.

Since he had already given up on revenge, why change his mind?

"I can’t wait until she hurts you again before making a move. Little Mo, a woman like this isn’t worth your plea on her behalf. Be good, just pretend you don’t know about this, okay?" Mu Qinnian’s voice was soft, gently coaxing her.

Jin Jumo’s heart felt warm, "Brother, I won’t give her another chance to hurt me."

"A woman like her is full of tricks; you’re not her match. Little Mo, I can promise you I won’t take her life, but I can’t promise anything more." Mu Qinnian’s tone was resolute, even somewhat stern.

Jin Jumo knew this was already his greatest concession; saying more would be futile.

After ending the call with Mu Qinnian, Jin Jumo hugged her knees on the sofa for a while before getting up to return to the bedroom.

But as soon as she turned, she saw the man who should have been resting in the bedroom now standing at the bedroom door, his deep black eyes silently staring at her.

Jin Jumo’s heart tightened, her peach blossom eyes quickly flickered with panic, "Why did you get up?"

Rong Mochen didn’t answer, pursing his thin lips as he walked towards her.

Jin Jumo held her breath nervously, her eyes flashing.

Rong Mochen stopped in front of her, his pitch-black eyes glanced at Jin Jumo’s bare white feet, his thick eyebrows immediately knitted tight, casting a cold, dark glance at Jin Jumo.

Soon after, Jin Jumo found herself being lifted horizontally by him.

"Uh..." Jin Jumo’s body slightly stiffened, looking at the man’s cold, stern face, her heart beating nervously.

Rong Mochen remained silent, holding Jin Jumo as he walked towards the bedroom.

The moment the bedroom door closed behind him, Jin Jumo cautiously glanced at him, phrasing carefully, "Did I wake you up?"

Rong Mochen placed Jin Jumo back under the covers, his deep gaze emotionlessly fixed on her, "I’ve gotten used to sleeping with you in my arms; when you’re not there, I wake up."