CHAPTER 416: CHAPTER 396: PSYCHOTIC FEMALE ASSASSIN!

If it were just Wen Fu alone, she might not be able to set foot anywhere in the villa area.

But it’s different with Fang Jingyi.

Fang Jingyi is simply the master key for Wen Fu to smoothly enter the villa.

In that wealthy area, Fang Jingyi knows quite a few rich ladies, and if she wants to get in, there are plenty of ways.

If Wen Fu is determined to rely on Fang Jingyi to find Jin Jumo.

Then she must have already obtained the address of Jin Jumo’s villa beforehand.

As long as they get into the villa area, they can successfully find the villa where Jin Jumo lives.

Plus, with Fang Jingyi who has just escaped from death, even if Jin Jumo has a guard against and a rejection of Fang Jingyi, I’m afraid she also won’t be able to cruelly shut her out.

Gu Yan’s thoughts grew more and more alarmed, he tightened his breath, reached out to his pocket, and took out his phone, dialing Jin Jumo’s number.

He had to notify Jin Jumo in advance and must not let Fang Jingyi and Wen Fu in!

Rong Mochen glanced at Gu Yan from the corner of his eye, his brows furrowing deeply.

Concern makes you less rational!

At this moment, he was actually not as meticulous and cautious as Gu Yan!

Feeling the car slowing down a bit, Gu Yan looked at Rong Mochen and turned on the speakerphone.

"Gu Yan?"

Soon, Jin Jumo’s questioning, soft voice came over.

Hearing her voice, Gu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, "Little Mo Mo, are you at the villa?"

"Ah, yes." Jin Jumo laughed, "Grandfather returned with Xixi and Hanhan, I asked Aunt Tan to go out and buy groceries, I’m cooking tonight, do you want to come?"

"Sure, sure."

Upon hearing about food, Gu Yan’s tense mood instantly relaxed.

After all, hearing Jin Jumo’s tone, it seemed Fang Jingyi and Wen Fu hadn’t gone to her place.

Gu Yan exhaled secretly, giving Rong Mochen a look.

Rong Mochen’s stern face also softened a bit, the car speed slowed down again.

"Gu Yan." Jin Jumo suddenly lowered her voice, speaking mysteriously, "If you’re not busy, come over now."

"?" Gu Yan was stunned, his gaze becoming wary again, his voice deepening slightly, "What’s wrong?"

"Ms. Fang is also here. I don’t think she looks well." Jin Jumo said.

"Uh..."

Gu Yan lost his breath, opening his eyes wide at Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen had one hand on the steering wheel, the other abruptly snatched the phone from Gu Yan’s hand, stepping on the accelerator as the car suddenly surged ahead.

Gu Yan was thrown backward from the momentum, his brows furrowing tightly, his face dark as he looked at Rong Mochen.

"Besides Fang Jingyi, who else?" Rong Mochen’s voice was strained, not sounding like himself.

Jin Jumo on the other end hesitated for a few seconds, "Rong Mochen? Is that you?"

"Besides her, who else?" Rong Mochen demanded again, voice sharp.

"...There’s also Wen, ah, Miss Wen, you, why are you out?"

Jin Jumo’s startled voice came from the phone, making both Rong Mochen and Gu Yan straighten their backs.

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes reddened, the veins in his hand gripping the steering wheel bulged prominently.

Gu Yan’s scalp went numb, now genuinely feeling he wasn’t in a car but floating in mid-air.

"I just thought Mr. Rong might want to have a private chat with Mrs. Rong, so I came out. Um, you don’t mind, do you?" Wen Fu’s calm voice replaced Jin Jumo’s on the phone.

Jin Jumo didn’t make a sound.

After a while, Wen Fu’s voice rang out again, "Miss Jin, no need to leave on my account, please feel free, I promise not to make a sound while I’m here."

The phone was silent for a few seconds before Jin Jumo spoke, "Rong Mochen, are you still..."

"Miss Jin, are you speaking with the CEO?"

Jin Jumo had just started speaking when she was interrupted by Wen Fu, who had promised not to make a sound.

"Yes."

"Can I speak a few words with the CEO?" Wen Fu said.

Jin Jumo didn’t say anything, perhaps hesitating.

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes flared with bloodlust as he commanded menacingly, "Let her speak!"

On the balcony outside the villa’s living room, Jin Jumo frowned slightly and handed the phone to Wen Fu.

Wen Fu was dressed in a simple black sports tracksuit today, her hair not as neatly arranged as the last two times, a bit messy, hanging loosely on either side of her face.

Though she dressed casually, she still gave off a cold aura, and occasionally someone would look at her with a hint of eeriness.

She always reminded people of some neurotic, psychotic female assassins from movies!

When Wen Fu took the phone from Jin Jumo’s hand, either intentionally or unintentionally, she squeezed Jin Jumo’s hand along with the phone.

Jin Jumo’s fingertips twitched, feeling only coldness, her hand was extraordinarily cold.

Jin Jumo took a deep breath and looked at her.

Wen Fu suddenly smiled at her, but that smile didn’t bring Jin Jumo any warmth. Instead, a chill crept up her spine.

By this time, Wen Fu had already nonchalantly taken the phone from her hand, raised an eyebrow, and deeply stared at Jin Jumo. Under her gaze, she put the phone to her ear, "President, it’s me."

Jin Jumo’s eyes narrowed sharply, and her almond eyes couldn’t help but flood with shock.

The voice she spoke was just too... gentle and alluring, even coquettish.

Goosebumps spread swiftly over her body. Jin Jumo intensely stared at Wen Fu, feeling increasingly uneasy.

Unaware of what Rong Mo Chen said on the other end, Wen Fu suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, "You found out after all."

"Me? What am I trying to do? I just wanted to see the place you and she live together."

"Don’t be so nervous, my heart aches for you."

Jin Jumo, "Uh..." was evidently uneasy at this moment.

She glanced at Rong Zhengfeng and Fang Jingyi confronting each other on opposite sides of the sofa, and Xixi and Hanhan sitting blankly on the sofa, unaware of the situation. Jin Jumo’s mind raced.

She didn’t know why, but suddenly said to Rong Zhengfeng in the living room, "Grandpa, why don’t you take Xixi and Hanhan upstairs to play?"

Rong Zhengfeng might have been displeased with his conversation with Fang Jingyi and gave a nod to Jin Jumo with a sullen face, then got up, holding Xixi and Hanhan’s hands to go upstairs.

"Wait a moment."

With a step forward, Wen Fu suddenly grabbed one of Jin Jumo’s wrists with such force that Jin Jumo instantly felt as if a steel clamp was restraining her.

Jin Jumo looked towards Wen Fu’s face with a strange smile, her mind buzzing wildly.

Suddenly, Wen Fu’s face turned into... Fu Mulan’s!

Jin Jumo’s breath caught abruptly in her throat, her face pale, her eyes bloodshot as she stared at Wen Fu, "You are..."

"What?" Wen Fu smiled at Jin Jumo, though her eyes were cold and dark.

Jin Jumo’s breathing became rapid, her lips tightening to the point of whiteness, struggling to shake off her hand.

"Shh, calm down, calm a bit, will you?" Wen Fu laughed aloud, seemingly finding Jin Jumo’s reaction amusing, delighting her to the point she couldn’t stop laughing.

Jin Jumo’s eyes reddened, the nerves in her brain stretched to the breaking point, nearing collapse.

She was sure, one hundred percent sure!

She was Fu Mulan!

She was!

Watching Jin Jumo’s face growing paler, Wen Fu laughed until tears came out, "Miss Jin, you, you are just too cute."

She said as she pinched Jin Jumo’s stiff, white face with the hand holding the phone, "If I’d known you’d react like this when you saw me, I would have appeared earlier in front of you. Why do I find your current expression so likeable, huh."

"Fu Mulan, Fu Mulan..."

Rong Mo Chen’s furious voice came through the phone, his usual calmness and indifference already vanished.

Upon hearing the voice from the phone, Jin Jumo suddenly trembled violently, "Fu Mulan."

She murmured.

Every syllable filled with immense pain.

Wen Fu’s smile disappeared completely, she looked at Jin Jumo coldly, her entire demeanor like a cold, mechanical entity. She said, "Fu Mulan? It’s been so long since someone called me that. Curious, why does that name feel so foreign to me now?"

"You finally show yourself." Jin Jumo was deaf to her words, every cell in her body filled with pain and hatred. She looked at Fu Mulan’s eyes filled with revenge, wanting only to tear her apart, tear her apart viciously!

If it weren’t for her, if it weren’t for her!

Her most important family would still be beside her!

She wouldn’t have to endure so much suffering!

Xixi and Hanhan wouldn’t lack a father’s love for four years!

It was all her!

This woman!

Fu Mulan instead seriously looked back at Jin Jumo, her eyes seemed puzzled.

After a while, she murmured with confusion, "What’s so good about you? In terms of looks, you’re not much prettier than Tang Ruan, and Gu Lingyi is younger and seven to eight points similar to you, but why did he still choose you? In terms of intelligence, you can’t even compare to me! You can’t help him in his career as I did, nor do you sacrifice yourself for him like I do. I am the woman who loves him most in this world! We are more compatible, aren’t we?"

"A woman like you will never be loved by a man in your lifetime!" Jin Jumo suppressed herself, but her heart and lungs were enduring double the pain.

Listening to her hoarse voice, Fu Mulan frowned and didn’t continue the conversation with Jin Jumo.

She suddenly increased her strength, yanked Jin Jumo violently towards her, and the next second tossed the phone off the balcony without any hesitation.

Like performing magic, a cold gun replaced the phone in her hand, pressing against Jin Jumo’s temple.

Throughout, she didn’t give Jin Jumo a chance to resist!

Her movements were smooth, clearly appearing as if she had undergone rigorous professional training.

"What are you doing?"

Only when Fu Mulan pressed the gun against Jin Jumo’s temple did Rong Zhengfeng wake up completely from their clouded conversation, glaring at Fu Mulan in anger and shock, speaking tightly in a low voice.

Fang Jingyi didn’t react at all, face pallid, stared woodenly as Fu Mulan held Jin Jumo’s neck from behind, one hand holding the gun against her temple.

Xixi and Hanhan were even more bewildered, blinking black and white eyes as they dizzily watched Jin Jumo and Fu Mulan, but unwittingly their hands clasped together, revealing the little ones’ unease at the moment.

Numbed with rage and hatred, the nerves in Jin Jumo’s brain swept over Xixi and Hanhan, her sanity finally recovering a bit.