CHAPTER 37: CHAPTER 37: RONG MOCHEN: LITTLE MO, COME HERE! (2)

Is this eating or a bloodletting session?

Isn’t there anyone to complain to the Consumer Association?

Jin Jumo was internally ranting while eagerly ordering as she pleased.

After all, sitting next to her was a sponsor with endless cash; ordering too modestly would be like looking down on him!

Once she finished ordering, Jin Jumo was about to hand the menu to the waiting server.

But just as she was about to hand it over, she caught a glimpse of the menu cover.

She took a light breath, quickly pulled it back, and turned to the cover.

Staring at the impossibly handsome face on the cover, Jin Jumo looked complicated.

Turns out this restaurant is opened by Huo the celebrity!

Seeing the prices on the menu and thinking of her friend Jian Liangtong’s three-year breach contract with millions in penalty fees, Jin Jumo felt nothing but sympathy.

"Do you like him?" A warm voice brushed by her ear.

Jin Jumo froze, shaking her head. She wasn’t a fan.

"I just didn’t expect this restaurant to be his. Quite a surprise," Jin Jumo said.

And who puts their own photo on a menu cover...

"It’s not his," Rong Mochen raised his eyebrows.

Not his?

Jin Jumo was slightly taken aback, handing the menu to the server, and looked towards Rong Mochen with suspicion.

"Shao Yun’s mother is a gourmet with restaurants worldwide," Rong Mochen explained simply. "This restaurant is also opened by his mother."

Printing her son’s photo on the menu... truly a mother’s love!

But why does he know such details?

Jin Jumo looked curiously at Rong Mochen.

Is it possible he has ties with Huo Shaojun too?

Rong Mochen didn’t say anymore.

Having already eaten dinner, Rong Mochen didn’t usually eat outside of meal times, so he watched Jin Jumo eat.

Jin Jumo started off a bit reserved and slightly awkward.

But as she ate, she stopped caring.

I must say, although expensive, the food was truly delicious.

Vegetarian dishes were the main course, varied, not greasy, unlike most bland vegetarian dishes, with a fresh, delightful taste, and smooth texture.

Jin Jumo ordered a total of four dishes and a mushroom porridge, clearing them out completely.

Jin Jumo had just put the last spoonful of porridge into her mouth.

A napkin was handed to her.

Jin Jumo paused, seeing the slender, fair hand holding the napkin, and silently took it.

As she wiped her mouth, Jin Jumo looked at the empty dishes and porridge on the table.

A bit flustered inside.

Did she eat too much?

Rong Mochen saw Jin Jumo freeze, assuming she wasn’t full, "Do you want more?"

"..." Jin Jumo’s cheeks twitched, suddenly looking up, "No, I’m actually full. I just didn’t want to waste food, so I forced myself to finish."

Jin Jumo said, noticing the slight amusement in Rong Mochen’s deep black eyes, and instantly lowered her voice.

Around nine, Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen returned to the hotel, bumping into Fu Mulan with a few businessmen in suits engaged in what seemed an unpleasant conversation in the lobby.

Fu Mulan maintained a calm expression, while the others looked flushed and anxious.

Jin Jumo glanced at Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen, however, didn’t look towards Fu Mulan, leading Jin Jumo towards the elevator.

Jin Jumo was a bit surprised.

She thought in such situations, he would go over to help his assistant out...

As Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen passed by Fu Mulan, his expression noticeably stiffened.

"Wasn’t that President Rong just now?" One of the businessmen conversing with Fu Mulan pointed in the direction where Rong Mochen and Jin Jumo left, asking in surprise.

"President Rong?" Another responded, and the rest looked eager to move ahead.

Fu Mulan’s cold eyes turned even frostier, "You all must have heard about the President’s temperament. If you’re not worried about rushing this and ruining your billion-dollar deal, then go ahead."

The words made several faces change, looking at each other in panic.

Fu Mulan observed, a smirk flickering quickly in his eyes, "The President values honest friends. When Ju City was developed into a tourist city, he had all of you in mind. By now, you’ve made plenty from Ju City’s bounty, haven’t you?"

Fu Mulan paused, "Pardon me for my bluntness. One should know contentment."

Fu Mulan’s blunt words made them blush with embarrassment.

"President Rong’s past assistance is unforgettable. But now that Ju City is booming with tourism, every inch is gold. With the President planning a new entertainment complex, we naturally support it and agree to sell the area needed for it. But the price is just..." One finally spoke after a long pause.

Fu Mulan listened, giving a cold laugh, "The Rong Family’s offers are based on market evaluations, exceeding them. Besides, the entertainment complex will attract more tourists, benefiting you too."

Fu Mulan’s cold stare landed on them, "Friendly advice: the President only lowered the price by five percent today. There’s no telling if it’ll be ten or fifteen percent tomorrow."

Leaving this, Fu Mulan turned and left.

The remaining men looked fearful and pale.

In the hotel suite.

Jin Jumo stood hugging herself by the window, her mind cluttered with the sound of water from the bathroom.

She furiously rubbed her arms.

Jin Jumo eventually couldn’t help but pace back and forth in the room.

They were going to be together all night, and with his high needs, two people on the same bed wouldn’t end up just sleeping, right?

It was fine before, bring it on! Who’s afraid!?

But now... the little bean sprout in her stomach couldn’t handle that!

What to do?

Jin Jumo clutched her head, thinking rapidly.

Got it!

Jin Jumo stopped in her tracks, her eyes brightening slowly.

Rong Mochen came out of the bathroom, scanning the bedroom with his dark eyes, not seeing Jin Jumo, his lips in a slight line.

He walked to the wardrobe, opened it, took out a white robe to wear, and went to the living room.

In the living room, Rong Mochen immediately saw Jin Jumo curled up on the sofa, clutching her stomach.

His long eyebrows furrowed, striding over to gather her into his arms, "Little Mo."

Jin Jumo’s heart was racing, her face pale as she weakly said to Rong Mochen, "Mr. Rong."

Rong Mochen studied Jin Jumo’s unusually pale face (actually due to powder Jin Jumo applied) and his handsome features tightened, "Where are you uncomfortable?"

Jin Jumo shook her head as if it drained all her energy, overall looking very frail, "I’m okay, Mr. Rong, I’ll be better soon."

"You’re this pale and say you’re fine." Rong Mochen’s voice was cold, intending to pick Jin Jumo up.

Jin Jumo was alarmed, holding his hand, "Mr. Rong, really, I’m fine."

"To the hospital." Rong Mochen insisted on picking Jin Jumo up.

Jin Jumo’s eyes glimmered suddenly, placing a hand on Rong Mochen’s chest, her ears turning slight red, "Mr. Rong, really, I’m fine, I just need rest... please put me down, I’ll get it dirty."

Dirty?

Rong Mochen was puzzled, staring at Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo truly blushed this time, lowering her long lashes, softly saying, "I, my aunt..."

Aunt?

Rong Mochen still stared at Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo’s eyes twitched, not knowing even this? Licking her lips, she braced herself to explain, "I mean my period..."