CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: OVERWHELMED BY FAVOR

Recently, Ju City has been constructing a new entertainment center. I suppose he went there for this matter.

However, this isn’t Jin Jumo’s main concern.

The main point is, she can be free again.

Rong Mochen glanced at Jin Jumo, "Seven days."

Only a week...

Jin Jumo felt a bit disappointed, but didn’t show it. There seemed to be a hint of reluctance in her eyes and brows, "While traveling, though work is important, Mr. Rong should also take care of his health."

Listening to Jin Jumo’s caring and considerate words, Rong Mochen gave a meaningful look at Jin Jumo. The insight inadvertently revealed in his dark eyes made Jin Jumo avoid his gaze.

"This time, you will go with me," Rong Mochen suddenly said.

"..." Jin Jumo was stunned, for a moment thinking she misheard, staring at Rong Mochen with her almond-shaped eyes, "What did Mr. Rong just say?"

"Tomorrow morning at nine, I will have a driver pick you up from school," Rong Mochen replied without directly answering Jin Jumo’s question.

Jin Jumo’s face changed again and again, as if falling from heaven to hell in an instant, and took a while to recover from this "ominous news".

Once she finally calmed down, the car stopped in front of a high-end French restaurant.

Jin Jumo looked deflated, glancing at Rong Mochen, her voice lower than usual, "Hasn’t Mr. Rong had dinner yet?"

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Rong Mochen glanced at Jin Jumo, seeing the reluctant resistance that spilled from her face as she was coerced, frowned, and got out of the car with a tight mouth.

"..."

Jin Jumo watched him get out, handing the car keys to the valet, sighed silently, and resignedly got out of the car too.

The restaurant had a private room.

Jin Jumo had just had dinner not long ago and only ordered a glass of lemonade. She sipped it absentmindedly, occasionally glancing at the man with a stern yet elegant profile dining.

Her almond-shaped eyes were tinged with slight confusion.

If she wasn’t mistaken, this was the second time someone had asked her to "accompany" them for a meal.

Previously, apart from those occasional meetings, she never even bumped into him, let alone today when someone personally came to pick her up at school, which could not but make her feel... "flattered"!

"What are you thinking about?" A low, mellow male voice unexpectedly sounded in her ear.

Jin Jumo was so startled that her shoulder trembled, she turned her head sharply, not realizing how close they had become.

Her soft lips just grazed the man’s slightly cool lips.

Jin Jumo gasped lightly in shock and immediately tried to retreat.

The man’s long, elegant fingers pinched her chin at this moment, preventing her from retreating.

Jin Jumo’s face was warm, unable to retreat, yet... unable to advance.

"Little Mo," Rong Mochen called softly.

Hearing him call her this again, Jin Jumo couldn’t help but be slightly dazed.

Swallowing lightly, Jin Jumo stared at Rong Mochen, "Hmm."

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes revealed a hint of a smile, his broad palm holding Jin Jumo’s hand resting on her thigh, his cool fingers gently teasing her palm, "You haven’t answered me, what are you thinking about?"

Tingling from his fingertip’s caress, Jin Jumo’s back shivered, and the blush on her face deepened.

Moreover, their proximity was too close, the air filled with the man’s intense, fiery scent of hormones. And this man bore a face that could charm the world, Jin Jumo deeply felt a bit entranced.

Jin Jumo blinked her long eyelashes continuously, whispering, "Rong, Mr. Rong, have you finished eating?"

Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow lightly, "What do you think?"

"..." Jin Jumo’s eye twitched, obediently saying, "Steaks should be eaten hot, they don’t taste good cold."

"But I don’t feel like eating steak now."

"What does Mr. Rong want to eat then?" Jin Jumo looked at Rong Mochen in a daze.

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes darkened, staring straight at Jin Jumo, the meaning in his eyes was clear.

Jin Jumo’s cheek twitched lightly; if under these circumstances she still didn’t understand what he meant by "eat", then she would be either too naïve or just foolish!

After two previous incidents of displeasing him and being caught by him at the school gate today, Jin Jumo originally harbored thoughts of appeasement...

With a flushed face, her misty almond-shaped eyes filled with shyness as she looked at Rong Mochen and whispered, "Shall we... go back?"

Rong Mochen stared deeply into Jin Jumo’s face, his adam’s apple moved slightly, "Can’t wait."

As soon as he finished speaking, her lips were captured by the man’s soft but firm ones.

She felt the man’s long fingers lingering on her waist for longer than expected.

Jin Jumo wanted to laugh, yet also felt a bit awkward.

Thus, she kindly said, "Um, Mr. Rong, why don’t I do it myself?"

The president’s dignified hands that usually sign billion-dollar deals, cannot unbutton something as trivial as these?

Upon hearing Jin Jumo’s words, Rong Mochen’s face darkened halfway, his voice still calm, "I’ll do it."

"..." All right then.

About three minutes passed...

Jin Jumo, standing stubbornly with her petite waist, had her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Mr. Rong, how about, how about I do it myself?"

If you keep doing this, my waist will be worn out!

Rong Mochen, with lips pressed tightly, had the other half of his handsome face fully darkened, frowning heavily, he withdrew his hand, his dark eyes coldly gazing at Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo’s cheek twitched lightly, quietly bowing her head, murmuring with frustration, "These jeans, everything else is fine, but the button design is really not practical..."

"..." Rong Mochen’s lips pressed slightly then relaxed, a strand of laughter escaped from his lips.

Jin Jumo covertly sighed in relief when she saw the previously stern president smile.

"Come here," Rong Mochen’s dark eyes carried a gentleness.

Jin Jumo obediently sat up and moved to his side.

"Turn around," Rong Mochen instructed.

"..." Jin Jumo hesitated for a moment, though puzzled, she still obeyed.

"No one is allowed to intervene, let her smash!"

The gloomy voice accompanied by the sound of the private room door opening came simultaneously.

Jin Jumo’s face turned pale out of fright, she quickly turned her head to see Xiao Nanqing standing at the door with a phone, also stunned but with a mischievous expression watching them, and she felt so embarrassed she wanted to cry: They promised, no one would dare to come in!

Compared to Jin Jumo, Rong Mochen merely frowned lightly, calmly supported Jin Jumo at his side.

With a focused gaze, he buttoned up the two rows of buttons, which had taken an ordeal to undo.

Really.

Jin Jumo had never admired anyone in her life, and Rong Mochen was the first.

Glancing at his indifferent face, Jin Jumo’s heart couldn’t calm down for a long time.

"Is this just the beginning, or is it over?" Xiao Nanqing leaned against the door, his sharp eyes teasingly looking at Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo’s cheek twitched.

Isn’t this just making a joke at my expense, asking what you already know?

Rong Mochen glanced at the speechless Jin Jumo, his dark eyes coldly sidling at Xiao Nanqing, "Grandpa didn’t know from where he learned that I’ve set up a branch in Addis Ababa, called me specifically today, asking me to assign you there, to gain some experience. What do you think?"

Addis Ababa?

Located in Africa, the capital of Ethiopia!

Really far away!

Xiao Nanqing’s beautiful face turned a deathly pale momentarily, "Grandpa is of such old age, he probably doesn’t even know what he’s saying."

Grandpa Xiao lived past a hundred, yet remained robust and healthy, more energetic than the young. Among the many juniors in the Xiao Family, Grandpa Xiao constantly worried about none other than the youngest, Xiao Nanqing.

Why though?

Because the Xiao Family’s third young master is notorious!