CHAPTER 412: CHAPTER 392: NOT TO BE UNDERESTIMATED

In less than fifteen minutes, Rong Mochen arrived.

Watching him walk towards her with a fierce stride, Jin Jumo’s worry deepened.

Rong Mochen stopped in front of her, first looking her over to confirm she wasn’t harmed, his stern face finally relaxing a little.

Grasping Jin Jumo’s wrist, Rong Mochen shot a cold glance at Jian Liangtong, his voice icy, "Can you go back by yourself?"

Jian Liangtong quickly nodded, "I, I can."

Rong Mochen said nothing more and led Jin Jumo towards the car.

Jin Jumo looked back at Jian Liangtong, uneasy.

Jian Liangtong waved to her, indicating she was fine alone.

Jin Jumo frowned, turning an anxious gaze to Rong Mochen, her voice trembling and hurried, "Rong Mochen, did you contact Gu Yan? Hmm?"

Rong Mochen frowned deeply, his dark eyes fixed on Jin Jumo, and seeing the undisguised urgency and concern in her eyes, a warmth passed through his cold heart, and his voice softened from its initial coldness, "Gu Yan has already tracked down the approximate location of the car. Yicheng and the others have already gone there."

Upon hearing they found it, Jin Jumo felt a sense of relief.

Sitting in the car, Jin Jumo still anxiously watched the man fastening her seatbelt, frowning and whispering, "What about you? Aren’t you going?"

Rong Mochen paused slightly, raising his gaze to Jin Jumo, his eyes faintly glowing, "Gu Yan and the others are enough."

Hearing this, Jin Jumo tightened her lips, looking deeply at Rong Mochen, "But you’re not the same as Gu Yan and the others."

Rong Mochen said nothing, his slender clean hands placed on the steering wheel.

Jin Jumo took a gentle breath, "Rong Mochen, this is not a trivial matter. Even though I trust Gu Yan and Brother Lei’s abilities, what if... you would regret it for a lifetime."

"I’ll take you back." Rong Mochen’s side profile was cold and tense, his tone icy.

As the car drove away, Jin Jumo closed her eyes, helplessly looking at him, softly trying to reason with him, "Rong Mochen, the most important thing now is to ensure Ms. Fang’s safety first. No matter what unresolved issues are between you and your mother, now is not the time for petty grievances. No matter how biased she is or how you don’t get along, she is, after all, your biological mother."

Rong Mochen remained silent, but the deep black eyes staring ahead gradually grew darker.

Jin Jumo looked hopefully at his cold, chiseled profile, "Rong Mochen..."

"I’ll take you back to the villa first," Rong Mochen suddenly said.

"Ah..." Jin Jumo was momentarily stunned, taking a while to realize that his words meant he’d changed his mind and decided to rescue Fang Jingyi.

Jin Jumo’s eyes lit up, "No need to take me back, I’ll go with you."

"Impossible!" Rong Mochen sternly shot an eye at Jin Jumo, his tone leaving no room for negotiation!

"Ah..." Knowing he was worried about her safety, Jin Jumo didn’t insist, only saying, "If you take me back to the villa first, it’s a waste of time. Why not drop me off here, and I’ll take a cab back."

Rong Mochen’s black eyes narrowed sharply, his voice turning abruptly grim, "I can’t let you."

Can’t let her?

Can’t let her what?

Jin Jumo looked at him, perplexed.

Rong Mochen offered no explanation, slightly increasing the car’s speed.

In the end, Rong Mochen personally escorted Jin Jumo back to the villa, watching her enter safely before turning the car around to meet Gu Yan and the others.

A remote mechanical repair shop in the old district of Z City.

The area around the repair shop was heavy with the scent of metal. Despite the afternoon sun’s intense rays, the rusty iron gate of the repair shop was kicked open from outside, letting the piercing sunlight pour in, making one’s eyes strain with the brightness.

"Mmm, Mo, Mochen, save, save me..."

Fang Jingyi was tied to a steel pillar outside a railing on the second floor of the repair shop, with only a narrow iron plate barely supporting her feet.

At this moment, Fang Jingyi’s clothes were disheveled, hair a mess, and her once sophisticated makeup was streaked by tears, leaving her in a sorry state.

Rong Mochen lifted his black eyes, coldly staring at Fang Jingyi, his inscrutable gaze making him appear exceptionally heartless and unfeeling at this moment.

Gu Yan, Lei Yicheng, and Xiao Nanqing stood a step behind Rong Mochen, their faces calm, though each was secretly assessing the surroundings.

After all, someone intentionally kidnapped Fang Jingyi to draw them here. In such a large location, finding just the captive without any trace of the kidnapper is unreasonable!

"Mmm, Mochen..." Fang Jingyi’s usual grace and pride were gone entirely.

The desperation to survive and the intense hope for rescue were vividly written in her eyes as she looked at Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen watched her, his cold face showing no ripples of emotion, the aloofness seemingly ingrained in his bones, such that Fang Jingyi’s plight could not evoke in him a hint of pity or kindness.

"Boss Rong, I’ll go up to rescue Aunt Fang," Gu Yan stepped forward, lowering his voice beside Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen’s lips tightened slightly, his piercing eyes scanning the surroundings, his voice cool and indifferent, "Can’t you see?"

Gu Yan hesitated, puzzled, looking at Rong Mochen.

"This is a trap, a trap to lure me here," Rong Mochen said coldly.

"Uh..." Gu Yan frowned.

"Since she used Aunt Fang as bait to lure Mochen here, would she let you rescue her so easily?" Xiao Nanqing stepped forward, standing on the other side of Rong Mochen, and said icily.

"...If the purpose was to lure Boss Rong here, now that Boss Rong is here, why is she hiding instead of showing her face?" Gu Yan muttered, puzzled.

"Playing tricks," Xiao Nanqing sneered.

"Stop guessing. Since she won’t come out on her own, let’s figure out a way to force her out." Lei Yicheng’s hardened face flashed coldly, and he suddenly jumped up, quickly climbing up to the second floor like a swift leopard along the beams inside the repair factory.

Lei Yicheng squinted his deep eyes, his gaze coldly directed towards where Fang Jingyi was tied up, and walked over like a lion filled with danger.

"The people around President Rong sure possess extraordinary skills, not to be underestimated." Lei Yicheng had barely walked a few steps when a rough male voice abruptly echoed in the silent repair factory.

Lei Yicheng curled his lips coldly and continued walking forward without stopping.

"No need to hurry. After all, I’ve placed something on Mrs. Rong. If anyone gets within five steps of her, the entire repair factory will... boom... disappear." The man spoke slowly, as if kindly reminding them.

"Lei the Second!"

Just as the man’s words fell, Xiao Nanqing’s sinister voice suddenly came from downstairs.

Lei Yicheng’s forehead twitched violently. He stopped in his tracks and looked downstairs, frowning.

"There’s something on Aunt Fang!" Xiao Nanqing’s phoenix eyes stared fiercely at the spot behind Fang Jingyi’s waist.

Rong Mochen saw it too — it was a timer tied to explosives!

The expressions of the few men present all tightened, exchanging a quick glance with one another.

"Speak, what’s your purpose." After a while, Rong Mochen’s dark eyes were deeply hidden, and he spoke calmly.

"I have only one condition." The man’s voice was grim as well.

"Okay, go on," Rong Mochen squinted his eyes, his tone chilly.

"Equal exchange, one item for another." The man said word by word.

Rong Mochen’s lips coldly curled imperceptibly, "How do you want to exchange?"

"Jin Jumo!" The man seemed to take a breath and spoke harshly.

Rong Mochen’s face remained unchanged, but a murderous intent flashed through his deep sea-like eyes, his mouth forming a cold smile, silent.

The air was silent for about half a minute.

It was only then that the man spoke again, "President Rong not speaking means you aren’t agreeing?"

Rong Mochen’s gaze lifted coldly, his expression indifferent, "I don’t agree!"

"Mmh mmh mmh..."

Before the man could speak, Fang Jingyi started screaming at Rong Mochen with agitation.

Rong Mochen calmly glanced at Fang Jingyi.

The anger, the accusation, and denunciation in her eyes filled Rong Mochen at this moment with a strong sense of repulsion and disgust.

The next second, Rong Mochen moved his gaze away from Fang Jingyi’s face, his voice cold, "Your condition does not meet the prerequisites of an equal exchange, so I do not agree!"

"Oh? President Rong means, just one Jin Jumo can’t compare to your mother? Seems my condition is set too low." The man sneered.

"All the things in this world combined cannot be more important than Little Mo! Especially not just her!" Rong Mochen whispered softly, waiting for the man to finish.

Fang Jingyi looked at Rong Mochen in disbelief, tears flowing instantly.

At this moment, all her fear and endless terror seemed unimportant.

What mattered was that her heart was pierced by his light words, left with thousands of pin-sized black holes, devastated!

More than fear, she now felt disheartened!

The man seemed surprised by Rong Mochen’s answer, silent for several minutes before speaking again, "So actually, does President Rong want to save your mother or not?"

"I want to save her. But you’ll probably need to propose different terms," Rong Mochen said, his eyes subtly glancing at the side where Xiao Nanqing stood.

Xiao Nanqing’s long eyes gently squinted.

"Besides Jin Jumo, I have no other conditions." The man said.

"Since that’s the case, it looks like this transaction can’t proceed." Rong Mochen coldly raised his gaze.

"Are you sure you won’t reconsider, President Rong? After all, as long as I press the remote control in my hand, this repair factory will be destroyed. Then, not only you but all the prominent figures from Z City you brought along, including your mother, will be buried here." The man’s voice was eerie, seemingly trying to create a sinister atmosphere.

"Hearing you say that, I guess I really need to reconsider." Rong Mochen suddenly smiled wryly.

"President Rong is a smart man. It’s just Jin Jumo, hardly more important than yourself, right? No way. This world is not short of women. President Rong, you occupy a high position, control the lifeline of Z City’s economy, and possess extraordinary ability. Why worry about not having women flocking to you?" The man’s voice suddenly gained excitement, as though Rong Mochen had already accepted his terms.