Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 310 - 299: Are You Having a Meal With Me?

Xixi and Hanhan immediately ran over.

Mu Qinnian cooperatively bent slightly... It’s probably only these two little ones who can make Mu Qinnian bend down.

Xixi and Hanhan rushed into his arms, calling out crisply, "Uncle."

Mu Qinnian was overjoyed, lifting Xixi and Hanhan up with his long arms, his mouth curling high, "Good kids."

Xixi smiled with her eyes bent, Little Fatty arms around Mu Qinnian’s neck, not scared of him at all.

Mu Qinnian rewarded Xixi with a kiss, and when he turned to Hanhan, he frowned, "Uncle doesn’t kiss boys."

Hanhan, "Uh..." He doesn’t like being kissed by boys either, okay?

Jin Jumo walked in just in time to hear this, her delicate brows twitching, looking at Mu Qinnian slightly speechless.

Mu Qinnian raised an eyebrow, "Get in the car, I’ll take you out for a big meal."

Big meal?

Xixi’s eyes lit up with surprise.

Mu Qinnian chuckled fondly, looking gently at Jin Jumo.

"It’s just as well we haven’t had lunch yet," Jin Jumo said.

But Mu Qinnian squinted his eyes, "Rong Mochen actually let you all go hungry?"

Jin Jumo paused, looking at Mu Qinnian, always feeling he had an inexplicable hostility toward Rong Mochen.

Pursing her lips, Jin Jumo said, "Brother, are you mad because Rong Mochen crashed your car last time?"

"Do I look like someone who’s short of cars?" Mu Qinnian snorted lightly.

"Uh..." Jin Jumo twitched her mouth, shaking her head.

Mu Qinnian frowned, staring deeply at Jin Jumo, said nothing more, and carried Xixi and Hanhan into the car.

Jin Jumo stood there for a few seconds before following and getting in.

Mu Qinnian took Jin Jumo to a restaurant with a distinctive Country C flavor.

During the meal, Mu Qinnian didn’t eat much, just watched Jin Jumo, Xixi, and Hanhan eating.

Midway through, Mu Qinnian looked softly at Jin Jumo and asked, "How’s the taste? Do you like it?"

"It’s quite tasty," Jin Jumo replied honestly.

Mu Qinnian seemed very satisfied with her answer, smiled, and looked at Xixi and Hanhan, "Xixi, Hanhan, do you like it?"

Xixi nodded like a pecking chicken, "It’s super tasty!"

Hanhan nodded too, "It’s okay."

"Mm, eat more if you like it!" Mu Qinnian seemed happier, patting Xixi and Hanhan’s little heads as he spoke.

Jin Jumo glanced at Mu Qinnian, feeling he was acting strangely.

Her phone suddenly vibrated on the side. Jin Jumo’s fingers twitched, and she looked down to see a call from someone, her eyes softened, and she answered.

Mu Qinnian noticed the subtle change in Jin Jumo’s expression, his black eyelashes lowered, concealing the emotions in his deep eyes.

"Went out?" A slightly tense voice came through the phone.

"...How did you know?" Jin Jumo blinked in confusion, "Did you go back to the apartment?"

"No," Rong Mochen’s voice sounded a bit calm through the phone, not very happy, "I asked someone to send you food, but you weren’t there."

"I took Xixi and Hanhan out," Jin Jumo paused slightly, glancing at Mu Qinnian across who had his eyes lowered, and then said, "Having a meal with my brother."

After Jin Jumo said this, there was silence on the other end.

Jin Jumo frowned slightly, "Rong Mochen..."

"Where are you?" Rong Mochen asked.

Jin Jumo reported the restaurant’s name.

"Mm." Rong Mochen responded without any emotion, and then hung up the phone.

Jin Jumo suspiciously took down the phone.

"What’s with that expression after talking to him? Did having a meal with me make him unhappy?" Mu Qinnian’s mouth curved, but his voice had no warmth, sending a chill up Jin Jumo’s neck.

Taking a light breath, Jin Jumo looked at Mu Qinnian, "How could it? Why would he be unhappy about me having a meal with you?"

"Really?" Mu Qinnian narrowed his cold eyes.

Jin Jumo looked at his cold and heavy face, feeling her heart sink inexplicably, pursed her lips lightly, and said softly, "Brother, do you and Rong Mochen have a grudge?"

"There’s absolutely no connection, what grudge could I have with him?" Mu Qinnian smiled and said.

"...Oh." Jin Jumo frowned tightly, assuming it was her overthinking.

After the meal, Mu Qinnian drove Jin Jumo and the two little ones back to the apartment.

In the car, Mu Qinnian watched Jin Jumo holding Xixi and Hanhan walking into the apartment building, but he showed no intention of driving away, instead took out a cigarette and placed it on his lips, lazily leaning back in his seat to smoke.

A while later, the window of the passenger seat was suddenly knocked on.

Mu Qinnian squinted his eyes, slightly turned his head to look over, his eyes cold and deep, the gaze sharp directed at the man standing outside the car.

The man shivered violently, his eyes inadvertently avoiding his gaze with a bit of embarrassment, and his voice even carried a slight tremble, "Mr. Mu, my president wants to see you."

Mu Qinnian’s lips pressed into a straight line, his tone deep and cold, "Who is your president? Do I know him? Just because he wants to see me, I have to let him?"

The man stood awkwardly, "Uh..."

Mu Qinnian turned his eyes indifferently, the hand holding the cigarette reached outside the car, and his slender fingers lightly flicked the ash.

"President..."

Suddenly, a voice filled with fear and trepidation came from outside the car. Mu Qinnian sneered disdainfully, his expression icy and cold.

Rong Mochen’s emotionless dark eyes glanced at Mu Qinnian, who was staring straight ahead inside the car. He said to his subordinate, "You can leave."

The subordinate was eager to leave, quickly replied "Yes," and hurried away from this place of conflict.

Once the subordinate left, Rong Mochen frowned and looked towards Mu Qinnian inside the car, speaking lightly, "Mr. Mu, do you have time for a drink?"

Mu Qinnian curled his lips, only then slightly turning his eyes to glance at Rong Mochen, "If I don’t want to drink with President Rong, will President Rong have someone tie me up again?"

"Uh..."

The two equally powerful men stared at each other for a long while, neither backing down, before Mu Qinnian raised an eyebrow, "Get in the car."

Rong Mochen glanced at the car, pursing his lips, "I’m not used to riding in someone else’s car."

Mu Qinnian squinted his eyes.

...

An upscale entertainment club, supreme VIP room.

Inside the room, the two men sat opposite on the sides of the sofa, with several tens of thousands of bottles of red wine placed in front of them, none of which were opened.

Mu Qinnian stretched out his arms lazily, leaning back on the sofa, squinting at Rong Mochen, "Didn’t President Rong invite me for a drink? What, suddenly reluctant to part with these bottles of red wine?"

Rong Mochen expressionlessly looked at the waiter standing at the door.

The waiter immediately walked in, opened one of the bottles of red wine, poured it into a decanter, shook it evenly, and then poured one-third for each man before retreating again.

Mu Qinnian leaned forward, holding the wine glass between two fingers, swirled it leisurely, put it in front of his nose to smell, but didn’t drink.

Rong Mochen glanced lightly at the wine glass in front of him, looking towards Mu Qinnian, "Mr. Mu, aren’t you going back to Southeast Asia to oversee the Mu Family’s affairs?"

Mu Qinnian’s eyes flickered quickly, looking at Rong Mochen with a half-smile, "Of course I will go back, but I don’t plan to go back alone."

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes suddenly turned cold, staring sharply at Mu Qinnian, his tone icy, "Mr. Mu not planning to go back alone, are you planning to take something back?"

"Who knows." Mu Qinnian said, looking at Rong Mochen.

"Mr. Mu can take whatever he wants, but there’s one thing, Mr. Mu better not think about it." Rong Mochen frowned tightly, his voice cool and thin.

"Heh."

Mu Qinnian let out a cold laugh, "What I want to take, I’m afraid President Rong can’t control."

"Try me." Rong Mochen stared sharply at Mu Qinnian.

Mu Qinnian smiled wickedly, "Alright."

Rong Mochen tightened his lips, stood up, and walked towards the door of the room.

"President Rong not drinking?" Mu Qinnian lazily turned his body, watching Rong Mochen’s back and said leisurely.

Rong Mochen ignored him and walked straight out.

Only after Rong Mochen’s figure completely disappeared from sight did Mu Qinnian withdraw his gaze, his cold, resolute face full of shadows.

"The day after tomorrow afternoon? No problem, I’ll definitely be there on time."

When Rong Mochen returned to the apartment, Jin Jumo was sitting on the sofa speaking on the phone, her fair little face faintly showing excitement, while the two little ones sat obediently on the carpet, watching Jin Jumo without making a sound.

Rong Mochen changed his shoes and walked in quietly.

Seeing him, Jin Jumo’s eyes lit up with a smile, "Mm, alright, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Jin Jumo smiled brightly and held out a hand to Xixi and Hanhan, "Congratulate mommy quickly, mommy has a new job!"

Xixi reached out her tiny hand and high-fived Jin Jumo.

Hanhan also bumped his palm against Jin Jumo’s.

Upon hearing this, Rong Mochen frowned slightly.

Immersed in joy, Jin Jumo didn’t notice Rong Mochen’s odd expression, and laughed, "Did you manage the company matters?"

Rong Mochen nodded and sat down beside her.

"Did you eat?" Jin Jumo looked at him.

Rong Mochen paused.

Seeing this, Jin Jumo knew he hadn’t eaten.

She pursed her lips, "We don’t have ingredients for cooking at home, should we order some takeout?"

Rong Mochen reached out to hold one of her hands, staring at her, "What new job?"

Mentioning this, Jin Jumo’s eyebrows immediately lifted with joy, her voice becoming much more cheerful, "A theater director I’ve worked with several times before in S City wanted me to play the leading female role, but unfortunately, I wasn’t in S City and I couldn’t leave Xixi and Hanhan behind to go to S City for rehearsals, so I declined. But the director knew I stayed in Z City, and it so happened he knew a theater director in Z City who was looking for a lead actress. The director thought I was suitable, so he introduced me. The call earlier was from the director, inviting me to audition at the theater the day after tomorrow. But he said it’s essentially just a formality."