CHAPTER 427: CHAPTER 402: GRAND FINALE: MAKING ME THIS HAPPY 2

The more frightening thing is, she even lost the ability to think!

Moreover, Jian Liangtong, Mu Yan, and Tang Yige left the room without Jin Jumo noticing.

Suddenly, her shoulders were grasped from behind, and the scorching temperature pierced through her thin skin like a flame to her limbs.

Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered slightly, staring at the handsome and sternly cast face in the mirror, her eyes glinted with light.

"Truly beautiful!" The man’s magnetic hoarse voice caressed her ear from behind.

Jin Jumo’s face suddenly flushed, her gaze returned to herself in the mirror.

The flawless "gown," with an off-shoulder design, transparent thin gauze sleeves loosely draped over her arms, each glittering diamond embedded along the edge of her bodice, from her waist to her side, the lines were smooth and simple, the gown’s skirt was a light ten-layer thin gauze, the skirt was large, she sat on the stool, the skirt trailing on the ground like a blooming white peony.

Jin Jumo’s elongated neck wore a pearl necklace, unique in the world, priceless.

Her short hair was slightly curled, simply tied at the back of her head, the veil trailing down from her nape like a waterfall.

Her pale earlobes bore two lustrous white pearls.

Jin Jumo’s face was adorned with simple makeup, her red lips and white teeth, in the eyes of the man behind her, she became the most beautiful scenery in the world.

"Rong Mochen, I feel so bewildered right now." Jin Jumo’s dazed and slightly panicked voice murmured.

Rong Mochen couldn’t help but smirk, kissing her shoulder from behind, "Come with me."

"...Where to?" Jin Jumo looked at him through the mirror, bewildered.

"You forgot Grandpa has arrangements today." Rong Mochen gently grasped Jin Jumo’s shoulders, helping her stand up.

Jin Jumo blinked, turned around, her gaze unexpectedly paused on Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen’s lips curved, his voice as gentle as a feather brushing through Jin Jumo’s heart, "What’s wrong?"

Jin Jumo pressed her lips tightly, staring at the white bow tie at his collar.

It was the first time she saw him wearing a bow tie.

Moreover, she realized his attire today was more formal than ever before.

Jin Jumo gently inhaled, suddenly looking at Rong Mochen with slight nervousness, "What exactly does Grandpa have planned for today? Do you know?"

Rong Mochen narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly bending over to scoop Jin Jumo up horizontally, his thin lips tilted high, "I don’t know."

Jin Jumo’s face turned bright red, "What are you doing? I can walk on my own."

"I want to hold you." Rong Mochen slightly lowered his head, whispering in Jin Jumo’s ear, his voice carrying a hint of indistinct affection.

Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered, biting her lower lip to prevent herself from impulsively kissing him.

But Rong Mochen seemed to know her thoughts, chuckling hoarsely, looking at Jin Jumo with profound meaning.

Jin Jumo’s brows burned up, a slightly embarrassed smile crossed her peach blossom eyes as she quietly turned her head away.

Today’s Spyker Hotel was almost a gathering of the social, political, and military elites of Z City.

Even Grandpa Xiao, who had long stopped making public appearances, attended.

Rong Zhengfeng’s face was beaming with joy, the usually awkward and proud old man was amiable with everyone, easier to get along with than ever before.

Grandpa Xiao strangely grabbed the bustling Rong Zhengfeng, "Zhengfeng, can’t you give me a hint about the purpose of organizing this banquet? What on earth is so significant that you insist I attend? I’m too old to keep appearing in public like this."

Rong Zhengfeng twitched his mouth, being a junior in front of Grandpa Xiao, he respectfully said, "Grandpa, what you said is not right. Do we have to lock ourselves away from daylight just because we’re old?"

Grandpa Xiao didn’t waste words with him, "Just tell me your purpose."

Rong Zhengfeng chuckled deliberately, teasing without saying.

Grandpa Xiao was speechless, huffed, "If you don’t tell me, I’m leaving!"

"Grandpa, why such a hurry? Wait, just wait, I didn’t say I wouldn’t tell." Rong Zhengfeng quickly appeased.

"Then say it." Grandpa Xiao, being impatient, puffed his beard and glared upon hearing this.

Rong Zhengfeng still laughed, his eyes catching sight of Rong Mochen being ushered in like a star from the doorway, immediately saying, "I’m about to say, about to say."

Rong Zhengfeng turned around, leaning on his cane and made his way onto the specially set up stage at the hotel.

Rong Mochen entered from the entrance, noticing the old man energetically ascending the stage, his mouth quirked, leisurely walking over.

"First of all, I welcome everyone to today’s banquet. You are all distinguished talents, elites in Z City, finding time out of your busy schedules to attend, I am most honored, once again, welcome everyone to the banquet."

At this moment, the banquet had fallen silent, all attention focused on Rong Zhengfeng on stage and the approaching Rong Mochen.

Rong Zhengfeng, seeing Rong Mochen approaching the stage, felt a bit strange, stared at him for a few moments, and continued, "Secondly, I’m sure you’re all curious about the reason old me invited you to this banquet. The reason is..."

Rong Zhengfeng’s voice abruptly stopped, looking at Rong Mochen, who had already stepped onto the stage, with wonder.

Rong Mochen, tall and long-legged, with upper-level features, further enhanced by today’s dressing, walking down the runway was akin to the legendary walking hormone, because the ladies below watched with widened eyes.

Rong Zhengfeng was a bit anxious, covering the microphone with one hand, glaring at Rong Mochen, lowering his voice, "What are you doing up here?"

Rong Mochen curled his lips, his dark eyes fixed on the microphone in Rong Zhengfeng’s hand, "Grandpa, borrow that."

Rong Zhengfeng took a deep breath, "Get down, I’m not done talking yet, don’t make a mess!"

Rong Mochen’s eyes flitted with a light smile as he reached out to take what was in Mai Congrong’s hands.

Rong Zhengfeng, "..." was fuming!

Wasn’t this party he organized? Wasn’t it, wasn’t it?!

Rong Mochen slightly narrowed his eyes, scanned the audience below, and with a steady voice filled with penetrating charisma, said, "I believe everyone here remembers that four years ago, I had a fiancée."

As soon as Rong Mochen spoke, whispers of surprise echoed from the audience.

Rong Zhengfeng glared at Rong Mochen with a mix of annoyance and curiosity, wanting to know what he intended to do at the party he organized!

"Four years ago, I wanted to marry her and make her my rightful wife, to bestow upon her the title of Mrs. Rong. Unfortunately, some events occurred that prevented me from fulfilling this wish immediately."

Rong Mochen pressed his lips together, unable to ignore the sourness that rose in his heart as he spoke.

The four missed years hung like a warning bell over his head.

He didn’t want another such four years, ever again!

Rong Mochen took a deep breath, "But in my heart, she has always been my wife, Mrs. Rong Mochen. Today, I swear on the entire Rong Group, if I ever let her down, let me lose Rong Group and suffer eternal damnation!"

Rong Zhengfeng’s back stiffened intensely, staring at Rong Mochen.

The crowd below erupted at Rong Mochen’s declaration.

Just then, Rong Zhengfeng noticed Jin Jumo walking gracefully from the entrance.

She was in a white wedding dress, trailed by two round little ones holding her train, and, at the back, Jian Liangtong and others dressed as bridesmaids and groomsmen.

Rong Mochen’s groomsmen group was undeniably the most handsome and distinguished in history.

Huo Shaojun, Xiao Nanqing, Lei Yicheng, even the impaired Gu Yan was keeping up and joining in.

The bridesmaid group consisted of Jian Liangtong, Mu Yan, Tang Yige and Nie Xiaoxing, who had been dragged in by Gu Yan at the last minute.

The people at the party were dumbfounded, wondering if they had somehow unwittingly attended a wedding?

Jin Jumo’s eyes were filled with tears, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Happiness came so overwhelming, so sudden, that her expression was a mix of moved and utter disbelief.

How silly she was!

She actually thought they needed a "dress" with a veil!

Jin Jumo tilted her chin up, trying to hold back the mist in her eyes that kept welling up uncontrollably.

From the moment Jin Jumo appeared, Rong Mochen’s eyes had only seen her.

His gaze was tender and intense, laying bare his love for Jin Jumo.

At this moment, he suddenly knelt down on one knee.

Rong Mochen’s action sparked an uproar, with many female guests unable to suppress their squeals, covering their mouths in excitement.

Jin Jumo’s tears gushed out instantly.

If Rong Zhengfeng still didn’t know what was happening at this point, then he’d truly lived his years for nothing!

The whole time, he had arranged the party to publicly introduce Xixi and Hanhan, as well as to emulate Grandpa Xiao by announcing to the world that Jin Jumo was the only granddaughter-in-law he acknowledged!

Who knew, who knew...

Rong Zhengfeng now didn’t know if he should be angry or happy. Watching Rong Mochen with true emotions kneeling on one knee, his eyes quietly reddened.

"Little Mo, I ask you to marry me!" Rong Mochen said.

"..." Jin Jumo burst into tears! So blissfully dizzy, so moved that even if she died tomorrow, this life would be enough.

He is Rong Mochen, lofty and indifferent Rong Mochen!

He actually asked her: to marry him!

Jin Jumo’s tears kept falling, crying until she was slightly trembling.

Xixi and Hanhan as little flower children looked around curiously and diligently; when they saw Rong Mochen kneeling and Jin Jumo crying with emotion, the little ones were bewildered, not knowing what to do, yet unafraid or worried.

"Little Mo, marry me!" Not hearing Jin Jumo’s response, Rong Mochen repeated again.

Suddenly, Jin Jumo lifted her skirt and ran unhesitatingly toward Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes narrowed sharply, his heart tightening, as he stood up quickly, stepped forward, and pulled her into his embrace, panting and softly reproving, "Are you trying to scare me to death?"

"I agree!"

And the answer to Rong Mochen was Jin Jumo’s firm and crisp voice, "Rong Mochen, I agree!"

Rong Mochen completely trembled, and in the next second, he swiftly lifted her up.

Jin Jumo laughed and cried, cradling his face, bowed her head, and for the first time under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she proactively kissed his lips, whispering only for him to hear, "Thank you, for making me so happy."

"Fool," Rong Mochen said.

(The end of the text) ps: Should I write a sweet side story of Mr. Rong and Momo before starting one about Jian Liangtong and her brother? Or should I insert it into Jian Liangtong and her brother’s side story?