CHAPTER 432: CHAPTER 407: SWEET EXTRA: ADMITTING YOUR MISTAKE?

After standing there for two minutes, Jin Jumo finally stepped towards him again.

Standing by the bed, staring at his cold, handsome face, Jin Jumo slowly sat on the edge of the bed, her peach blossom eyes fixated on his long, dark eyelashes that drooped down on his eyelids. She breathed quietly, not saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, Rong Mochen suddenly lifted his eyelashes, his dark eyes silent as they gazed straight at Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo was momentarily stunned, then immediately gave him a smile, slipped off her cotton slippers, and climbed onto his chest like a snake, resting her head against his steadily beating heart, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, she murmured, "Softer a bit."

Rong Mochen almost instinctively relaxed his body.

After two or three seconds, Rong Mochen furrowed his brows and, grabbing her arm, tried to pull her off of him.

"I’ll cry." Jin Jumo said in a grievance.

"..." Rong Mochen’s movements abruptly halted as he lowered his dark eyes, staring at her intently.

Jin Jumo slowly lifted her head, resting her chin on his chest, her misty peach blossom eyes looking at him innocently, "Do you really want to argue with me, a little woman?"

Rong Mochen’s face turned black as he looked at her coldly.

Jin Jumo crawled up another inch, positioning her lips just close enough to kiss his chin.

Feeling her soft little tongue lick across his chin, Rong Mochen’s heart tightened, and his eyes narrowed a fraction.

Jin Jumo noticed his change, her peach blossom eyes gently flickering, and slowly moved her lips upward, stopping at his lips, but not quite touching them, looking at him tenderly, she softly said, "Hubby, don’t be mad at me, okay? I know I’ve been neglecting you lately because of the play rehearsals, but it’s beyond my control. I promise, after the play is performed, I’ll spend quality time with you and make up for the cold shoulder I’ve given you these days, alright?"

Her gentle breath brushed across his face like feathers, along with her deliberately sweet voice, attempting to appease him, Rong Mochen’s cold and somber dark eyes involuntarily showing signs of softening. He lightly cleared his throat and said in a husky voice, "So you admit to neglecting me? Realize your mistake?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I realize my mistake, a huge one indeed." Jin Jumo cupped his face, her attitude in admitting her fault as earnest as could be.

Rong Mochen, the iron man, instantly turned to putty as he gently cupped Jin Jumo’s head in his large hand, pressing her small head against his chest, saying softly, "Just this once, it won’t happen again."

Jin Jumo laid her cheek on his chest, her lips curling slightly upward.

Two months later, the work on Jin Jumo’s play finally came to an end.

Rong Mochen immediately had his assistant adjust his work schedule, freeing up a week to take Jin Jumo to Paris to make up their honeymoon.

At four in the afternoon, Rong Mochen returned to Jinming Port City from the company.

As soon as he entered the living room, he heard Jin Jumo on the phone, saying, "Yes, I’ve already received the script... I roughly browsed through it, and I’m very interested... The schedule is tight? No problem, you don’t need to adjust the filming schedule for me... I can do it in a week. Yes, good... okay. Goodbye."

Although he only heard Jin Jumo’s one-sided responses, the general content was more than clear.

Especially when he saw Jin Jumo end the call and turned back excitedly to browse through the script, Rong Mochen’s mood at that moment could only be described as stifled.

With a darkened face, Rong Mochen walked towards Jin Jumo, looking down at the script in her hand. His tone was as nonchalant as usual as he quietly asked, "What are you looking at?"

Jin Jumo seemingly only noticed Rong Mochen had returned then, raising her eyes in surprise to look at him, "You’re back?"

Saying that, Jin Jumo glanced at the clock on the wall, it was just past four in the afternoon...

Rong Mochen pressed his lips together and still asked, "What are you looking at?"

Jin Jumo blinked, calming her mind, and pulled Rong Mochen to sit beside her, joyfully saying, "You know Director Lin Geng, right? He watched the play I starred in and felt that I have a lot of potential and talent in acting, so he invited me to play the second female lead in his new movie. I read the script, and even though it’s a second female lead and is a villain, it has plenty of scenes, and the character is vivid and leaves a strong impression..."

"And then?" Rong Mochen interrupted her, his tone slightly cold.

Immersed in happiness, Jin Jumo didn’t immediately perceive his subtle emotions and continued speaking, "So I agreed. I’ll be joining the crew in a week. I’ve decided, I’m not going anywhere this week, I’ll focus on studying the script. I’m so excited, and I love this character from the script. Rong Mochen, do you know who the male lead of this movie is? You’ll never guess. It’s Huo Shaojun! Oh my god, Huo Shaojun is a top-tier star, and my first movie is actually with Huo Shaojun, isn’t this starting too high?"

Jin Jumo was truly too happy, the more she talked, the more amused she became with herself.

Jin Jumo’s personality has always been reserved, there aren’t many things that can get her so excited and incoherent.

Therefore, Rong Mochen naturally could feel her happiness and joy.

He ought to be glad with her, but he just couldn’t do it!

On the contrary, seeing her utterly joyful expression, the anger in his heart morphed into flames, the blazing kind!

"No, I have to restrain myself. I can’t act like a little girl who’s not worldly-wise or seen much of the world, I have to hold back." Jin Jumo took a deep breath, but the curve stretching from her lips nearly reached her earlobes.

"You’re not allowed to take it!" Rong Mochen suddenly said in a low voice.

"..." Jin Jumo’s back stiffened, looking at him in shock.

Seeing his sullen and terrifyingly cold face, Jin Jumo’s heart quivered a few times. She lightly parted her lips and quietly asked, "Wh-why?"

"There’s no why." Rong Mochen domineeringly said.

Jin Jumo furrowed her brows, stared at him for a while, and softly said, "This opportunity is rare. All of Director Lin Geng’s films are major productions, being fortunate enough to be in his movie is my honor..."

"Honor? Do you need him to give you honor? You agreeing to act in his movie is what should make him feel honored!" Rong Mochen snorted coldly, his face full of frost.

Jin Jumo’s brow furrowed deeper, feeling stifled, yet she suppressed it, still gently saying, "Rong Mochen, must you pour cold water on me? This is also my beloved career, why can’t you show some support? Besides, you promised me before marriage that you wouldn’t interfere with my freedom or limit my work."

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes dimmed, staring at Jin Jumo without speaking, but his attitude remained firm, unmoved.

Ultimately, Jin Jumo lost her temper, got up with a long face, "You’re being unreasonable, I don’t want to talk to you right now, I’m going to see the child."

"..." Rong Mochen clenched his fists, his temples pulsating, glaring at Jin Jumo’s back.

During dinner, Rong Zhengfeng saw both Rong Mochen and Jin Jumo being indifferent towards each other and suspected they had a fight.

Just as he was about to ease the tense atmosphere, Rong Mochen suddenly put down his chopsticks and stood up, "I’m full."

After speaking, Rong Mochen left the dining room and went upstairs to the study.

Jin Jumo gripped the chopsticks tightly, her cheeks slightly puffed up.

What was that? Does he think he has a point?

Today, she definitely won’t coddle him!

Rong Zhengfeng glanced at Rong Mochen’s untouched bowl of rice, fake coughed, and side-eyed Jin Jumo saying, "Not a bite and says he’s full, curious."

"..." Jin Jumo frowned slightly, also looking at the clearly untouched bowl of rice, feeling tangled inside.

The master bedroom, Jin Jumo took a shower and leaned against the headboard flipping through the script, but couldn’t concentrate on it because she remembered someone hadn’t eaten much tonight, making her increasingly frustrated.

The clock pointed to eleven, and someone still hadn’t returned to the room.

Jin Jumo took a deep breath, worried nonetheless, got out of bed and went downstairs, cooking a bowl of seafood noodles to take to the study.

Seeing Jin Jumo bring in the noodles, Rong Mochen refused to admit he softened his heart.

He maintained a detached face, staring coldly at Jin Jumo, asking knowingly, "Anything?"

"..." Jin Jumo twitched the corners of her mouth, looked at him, and said softly, "You didn’t eat much tonight, I made noodles for you, have some."

Rong Mochen glanced at the noodles in her hand, squinted his dark eyes slightly, and lowered his head pretending to continue reading the documents, saying coolly, "I’m not hungry, you eat."

He wanted to act cool, but his stomach couldn’t.

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach protested.

Rong Mochen, "..."

Jin Jumo, "..." couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Pfft..." In the end, Jin Jumo couldn’t help but laugh out loud, walked over with the noodles, ignoring someone’s embarrassed face, placed them in front of him, "Eat, stop pretending."

Rong Mochen, "..."

"Rong Mochen..."

"Take it away!" Rong Mochen said with a stern face.

Jin Jumo sighed gently, not getting angry, bypassed the desk and walked to his side, holding one of his arms, her voice softening a few degrees, "No matter what, don’t go against your body, okay? Besides, even if you’re angry you have to eat, otherwise where will you get the strength to continue being mad at me?"

Rong Mochen’s eyes twitched slightly, frowning as he looked up at Jin Jumo, "Do you care about my health?"

Jin Jumo was shocked, looking at him.

"Do you care about my mood? Do you care?" Rong Mochen continued to ask, his tone increasingly cold.

"..." Jin Jumo’s lips slowly tightened, "Rong Mochen..."

"Have you long forgotten what you promised me?" Rong Mochen asked coldly, his sharp dark eyes staring directly into Jin Jumo’s.

"... What, what?" Jin Jumo was dazed.

Seeing her reaction, Rong Mochen was internally convinced that Jin Jumo never cared about what she told him, and from beginning to end, he foolishly took every word of hers to be true.

Seeing Rong Mochen’s face grow colder, Jin Jumo panicked, crouched beside him, and looked at him innocently, "Husband, can you give me a hint? I don’t want to ’die’ without understanding why."

"What nonsense!" Rong Mochen somewhat roughly pulled up Jin Jumo, shouting sternly, "Who allowed you to have death on your lips at every turn?!"

"I was just giving an example." Jin Jumo weakly replied.

"No examples allowed!" Rong Mochen’s tone was stern, showing no hint of joking!