CHAPTER 300: CHAPTER 289: DRIVEN NEARLY MAD BY LONGING

Jin Jumo shook her head, "I still feel..."

Before Jin Jumo could finish her sentence, her body was suddenly pulled into his embrace.

The fresh and warm breath of the man’s chest enveloped her completely.

Jin Jumo held her breath, struggling to break free.

"Don’t move, Momo, let me hold you." Ying Jingyao murmured in a nearly fragile tone next to her ear.

Jin Jumo’s spine stiffened, and her dense black eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, "Jingyao..."

"Momo, every second you’re away, I miss you, going almost crazy thinking about you."

"...Jingyao, don’t be like this."

Jin Jumo’s heart trembled, her voice nearly shattered.

Never at any moment did Jin Jumo hate herself as much as she did now.

She hated herself for not rejecting him back then, she hated her own selfishness!

Clearly unable to give him the love he wanted, yet accepting him for her own selfish reasons. She felt like an emotional fraud, deceiving him and cruelly hurting him.

But now, her despicable desire to withdraw entirely would inevitably hurt him again.

Previously she didn’t quite understand what love meant.

But after tasting the flavor of love, she understood the feeling of loving someone.

If Rong Mochen suddenly stopped wanting her now, she would definitely collapse!

It’s because she understands, that the guilt and sense of sin towards Ying Jingyao in Jin Jumo’s heart are so profound, weighing her down until she can hardly bear it.

"Momo, don’t let me lose you, or else I don’t know what I would do." Ying Jingyao suddenly kissed Jin Jumo’s temple heavily, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of determination and fierceness.

Jin Jumo took a light breath; her heart, uncontrollably cold.

In the afternoon, Jian Liangtong’s young idol had a rehearsal for a variety show, requiring Jian Liangtong’s personal accompaniment.

After Jian Liangtong left, Ying Jingyao received a phone call and also departed, although he told Jin Jumo before leaving to keep the evening free—likely a plan to dine together. Jin Jumo agreed.

Once the two of them left, Jin Jumo took the three little ones to a famous pastry shop in S City intending to make a birthday cake for Hao Hao herself.

After finishing the cake, Jin Jumo left the pastry shop around five o’clock, carrying the cake back to Yu Yang Apartment and started preparing dinner for the little ones and Jian Liangtong.

At six o’clock, Jian Liangtong hurried back, and Jin Jumo handed over the little ones to her before heading out the door.

The environment of the elegantly quiet high-end French restaurant was vast, yet only Jin Jumo and Ying Jingyao were there.

Jin Jumo lightly clasped her hands on her lap, her Taohua eyes filled with unease as she looked at Ying Jingyao, who sat opposite in a rigorous and solemn white suit.

Ying Jingyao raised his left hand with a glass, his elegant and handsome face full of tenderness, "Momo, it’s been four years, this seems to be our first time having dinner alone."

Jin Jumo lightly tapped her slender white fingers on the goblet, looking at Ying Jingyao with complexity.

In recent years, she had been focused on the two children and her new job, and thinking back, the experiences of being alone with him, apart from the children, were few and far between.

During her free time from work, Jin Jumo didn’t want to be separated from the two children for even a moment, so whenever Ying Jingyao invited her to dinner or elsewhere, she would definitely bring the two little ones along.

Strictly speaking, this is indeed the first time in four years she has had dinner with him alone.

"I’m very happy, Momo." Ying Jingyao looked at Jin Jumo with deep affection.

Jin Jumo took a light breath, raised her goblet, her delicate face full of sincerity, "Jingyao, thanks to you over the years, taking care of Xixi and Hanhan by myself wasn’t so hard, thank you."

Ying Jingyao lightly lowered his eyelashes, a shallow smile touching the corner of his mouth, "Compared to what I have done, you have brought me so much more."

Jin Jumo pursed her lips.

Ying Jingyao slowly lifted his eyelids, his clear and gentle eyes locked on Jin Jumo, "Over the past four years, because of you all, I’ve felt incredibly happy, a happiness I’ve never known before."

Jin Jumo’s heart weighed heavily, "Jingyao..."

"We’ve talked so much; why don’t we have a drink?"

Ying Jingyao lightly raised his brows, smiling warmly, but his clear eyes fixed deeply on Jin Jumo.

"Uh..." Jin Jumo took a soft breath, lowered her head, and took a small sip of the wine in her glass.

Ying Jingyao watched her gently furrow her brows after sipping wine, his eyes narrowing slightly, elegantly taking a sip himself.

Just as Jin Jumo was about to put down her glass of wine, she heard him suddenly say, "Momo, let’s get married."

Jin Jumo’s back suddenly shivered, and she lifted her head in surprise to look at Ying Jingyao.

Ying Jingyao’s expression at this moment was unusually solemn and serious. Under Jin Jumo’s shocked gaze, he slowly stood up from his seat and walked towards her.

Jin Jumo felt her heart leap into her throat. As he was about to approach, she stood up in a panic, "Jingyao..."

Just as Jin Jumo spoke, Ying Jingyao suddenly knelt on one knee in front of her. A delicate and exquisite small white brocade box appeared like magic in his palm, and then, like Pandora’s box, it popped open in front of her...

When Jin Jumo saw the ring inside the box, sparkling brightly with a design that was simple yet exquisitely unique, her heart completely fell into chaos.

"Momo, marry me." Ying Jingyao looked tenderly at Jin Jumo, his deep, rich voice striving to suppress the tension and... fear of rejection he couldn’t entirely conceal at this moment.

Jin Jumo stepped back two steps, unable to meet the sincerity and intense emotion in his eyes, her fingers deeply curled into her palms, "Jingyao, you, you should stand up first."

"Momo, marry me." Ying Jingyao stubbornly insisted again, regardless of anything.

"...Jingyao." Jin Jumo’s voice suddenly turned hoarse, her pale face full of helplessness.

"Marry me!" Ying Jingyao stared at her, at a moment when breathing became difficult.

Jin Jumo suddenly held her breath, clenching her fingertips tightly. Her peach blossom eyes gradually grew red, guilt pressing heavily on her made her look somewhat distressed.

Such an outstanding man had been with her unconditionally for four years. He had once saved the most important person to her and might never be able to stand on the beloved surgery table again because he saved her...

Facing such a man, Jin Jumo deeply felt her own despicability and selfishness.

Because she was destined to hurt him deeply.

Jin Jumo’s slightly pale lips trembled uncontrollably due to the words she was about to say, "Jingyao, I’m sorry, I, cannot marry you."

"Ugh..." Ying Jingyao’s face, flushed from nervousness, became instantly pale due to Jin Jumo’s words.

Jin Jumo looked away, not daring to see his hurt face.

His clear eyes, covered with a web of red blood silk, stared unblinkingly at Jin Jumo’s face, his voice hoarse, "Was my proposal too sudden, you weren’t prepared, so you rejected me?"

Jin Jumo pursed her lips tight, looking at his face striving to suppress the pain, gently shook her head, "No."

"Then you aren’t prepared to marry me yet? Or do you think it’s too soon to talk about marriage?" Ying Jingyao said hoarsely.

"Ugh..." Jin Jumo’s eyes suddenly became red, looking at him without speaking.

Her silence was equivalent to a denial.

Ying Jingyao’s thin lips were taut and purple, yet his voice remained dignified, "It’s okay, you may not be willing now, but I can wait, wait until you’re willing to marry me."

"You will never wait for that day!"

Before Jin Jumo could speak, a cold and sinister voice suddenly tossed over from the entrance of the restaurant.

Jin Jumo’s heart trembled violently, as she looked at the entrance of the restaurant with extreme astonishment.

When a certain someone’s tall and commanding figure with a coldly etched face appeared, Jin Jumo’s peach blossom eyes couldn’t hide the shock as they tightened, lips slightly parted, unable to speak.

And when Ying Jingyao heard this voice, his handsome face gradually grew cold.

Clenching the brocade box in his hand, Ying Jingyao did not rise, looking at Jin Jumo with all his might, and said again, "Momo, I haven’t left myself any retreat. In this life, apart from you, I want no one else."

Jin Jumo’s breathing was chaotic, watching Ying Jingyao’s near obsessive persistence, and the madness flashing in his eyes, for the first time felt scared.

"Then Young Master Ying should prepare never to marry." Rong Mochen’s face was solemn as he snorted coldly.

Ying Jingyao’s eyes turned cold as he slowly stood up, turning to look coldly at Rong Mochen standing at the entrance, "President Rong handles all of Rong Family’s affairs, the economy of Z City is still not enough, and you want to manage others’ household affairs?"

Household affairs?

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes flashed coldly, his lips twisted sinisterly, as he strode over here with long legs.

Jin Jumo saw him approaching aggressively, and immediately flashed back to scenes of the two fighting fiercely in the past.

Her brow jumped fiercely, Jin Jumo hurried towards Rong Mochen.

As she walked past Ying Jingyao’s side, she was grabbed by his hand, forcefully pulling the unprepared Jin Jumo back behind him.

Jin Jumo looked in a startled battle at Ying Jingyao’s tense back, feeling her inner uneasiness grow.

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes swept over Ying Jingyao’s hand gripping Jin Jumo’s arm, his lips suddenly taut, his profound face suddenly like Asura reincarnate, harsh and cold, took several steps to cross over.

Jin Jumo and Ying Jingyao hadn’t even clearly seen his actions, Jin Jumo was already pulled into his arms, held by his shoulder.

Her nose suddenly filled with a familiar faint tobacco scent, yet Jin Jumo’s entire body remained stiff.

Ying Jingyao’s left hand, which was holding Jin Jumo’s arm, trembled almost invisibly, and then slowly clenched tightly, his eyes blood-red as he glared at Rong Mochen, fiercely saying, "Let go of her!"