CHAPTER 421: CHAPTER 399: GRAND FINALE: JIAN LIANGTONG’S HEART TURNED TO ASHES 1

Jin Jumo took a deep breath, trying to calm her trembling heart. "Gu Yan, what happened to him?"

"Little Mo Mo, don’t worry about me, I’m not in serious trouble, just got shot in the thigh, might be crippled, that’s all. Really, it’s fine," Gu Yan said, sounding particularly sorrowful.

Jin Jumo pressed her lips together, her hands weak, lightly pushing Rong Mochen, "I want to see Gu Yan."

"Wait a moment," Rong Mochen hugged her tightly, his voice hoarse.

"..." Jin Jumo then stopped moving.

The sound of something dragging on the carpet came to her ears.

A chill surged up Jin Jumo’s spine, and she shrank into Rong Mochen’s embrace.

"Ah... Ah..."

Fang Jingyi’s panicked screams echoed through the villa, lingering for a long time.

Jin Jumo’s body shook violently, her face deeply buried in Rong Mochen’s chest, breathing rapidly, unable to utter a word.

"Don’t be afraid." Rong Mochen held her tighter, gently kissing the top of her head.

After about five minutes, Rong Mochen slowly released Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo hung her head low, without the warmth of his chest, a cold wind seemed to envelop her.

Jin Jumo suddenly hugged her arms tightly, slowly lifting her trembling long eyelashes to look at Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen’s forehead was visibly veined, his dark eyes anxiously watching her.

Jin Jumo’s gaze fixed on Rong Mochen, not daring to look elsewhere, her lips dry and pale, "Can I see Gu Yan now?"

Rong Mochen’s deep eyes flickered, his voice deep and hoarse, "Yes."

"..." Jin Jumo stared blankly at him for a moment before slowly lowering her eyes, her toes turning slowly like in a slow motion film.

"Ouch, Little Mo Mo, I’m in so much pain I could die." Gu Yan, sweating profusely, leaned against the sofa, his lips bluish-white, but a playful grin was on his baby face, looking at Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo’s body stiffened, then she raised her head to look at Gu Yan.

Gu Yan’s appearance at the moment startled her, and Jin Jumo couldn’t care about anything else, quickly walking over.

It was only upon approaching that she saw Gu Yan’s thigh was covered in blood, one hand pressing on a wound on his thigh, blood streaming through his fingers, looking very horrifying.

Jin Jumo was terribly scared, her legs gave out, and she squatted in front of him, somewhat at a loss, "You, you were shot? What should I do now? Go, go to the hospital?"

Gu Yan looked down at Jin Jumo, his gaze somewhat deep, "Little Mo Mo, look how scared you are. If I had known this, I wouldn’t have let you see."

"I’m sorry, Gu Yan. I’ll call an ambulance right away," Jin Jumo said, choking up.

Gu Yan’s eyebrows twitched slightly. He was about to say there’s no need but saw that Jin Jumo was already anxiously getting up.

Gu Yan bit his lip, in a panic, he reached out and grabbed Jin Jumo’s wrist.

Jin Jumo was startled and looked back at Gu Yan.

Gu Yan himself was also startled, his eyes quickly flickering, slowly releasing his hand.

Rong Mochen came over with a medical kit and saw a flash of confusion in Gu Yan’s eyes, his black eyes pausing for a moment.

Lowering his black eyelashes, Rong Mochen strode to Gu Yan, crouching in front of him, his voice calm and steady as always, "I’ve notified Mr. Ning, he’s on his way, I’ll stop the bleeding for you first."

"..." Gu Yan was somewhat dazed, looking at Rong Mochen.

Without hearing his response, Rong Mochen lifted his dark eyes to look at him.

Their gazes met with his deep eyes, Gu Yan’s spine trembled, consciousness returned, he took a breath and nodded, "Yes."

Rong Mochen’s brows barely perceptibly tightened for half a second, before lowering his eyes to continue stopping the bleeding for him.

Half an hour later, the area around the villa was tightly surrounded by police and media.

After Ning Wenqing removed the bullet from Gu Yan’s thigh and bandaged him, he left.

Gu Yan lay "weakly" on the bed, undergoing a routine police interrogation, while Lei Yicheng dealt with the reporters downstairs.

Rong Zhengfeng, with Xixi and Hanhan, as well as the panic-stricken Fang Jingyi, left the villa before the journalists and police arrived and returned to the old house.

On the second floor master bedroom, Jin Jumo stood with her arms crossed in front of the window, looking down at the clusters of reporters below, the corners of her eyes seeming as if they had been slashed, red like blood.

She was hugged from behind, Jin Jumo’s tense peach blossom eyes blinked slightly, and she turned her head just enough to use her peripheral vision to look at the man behind her.

Rong Mochen held her quietly for a while, then turned her to face him, his black eyes intensely watching her bloodless cheeks, "Little Mo, if you want to cry, just cry."

"..." Jin Jumo’s throat trembled violently, her brows knitting tightly in restraint, scarlet liquids swirling in her eyes but not falling.