Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 313 - 302: Would It Leave a Handprint?

Gu Yan raised his right eyebrow suspiciously and suddenly took a step towards Jin Jumo, "Little Mo Mo, something’s strange about you today..."

The last word trailed off abruptly when he saw Jin Jumo’s swollen left cheek.

Gu Yan’s eyes widened with shock as he stared at Jin Jumo’s left cheek.

Jin Jumo was startled by his sudden move and momentarily forgot to hide or avoid it. By the time she reacted, it was too late.

Looking at Gu Yan’s face, quickly flashing through multiple emotions, Jin Jumo’s lips twitched, and after a momentary panic in her Taohua eyes, she regained her composure and said casually, "I accidentally hit the door frame."

Gu Yan, "Uh...You’re fooling no one!"

Clenching his fists, Gu Yan’s eyes gradually turned deep. Without saying anything, he turned and walked out of the kitchen with a frown.

Jin Jumo was stunned, slightly turning to look curiously at Gu Yan.

In the living room, Gu Yan sat silently on the couch, not even in the mood to play with the two little cuties at his feet, his eyes occasionally drifting to the slender figure busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

After a while, Gu Yan suddenly stood up and walked towards the balcony outside the living room.

Standing on the balcony, Gu Yan hesitated slightly before pulling out his phone and dialing a certain number.

However, the voice that came through after the call connected was not the familiar male voice he expected, but a calm female voice instead.

"Is this Assistant Gu?"

Gu Yan was taken aback, knitting his brows, "Why are you answering the call?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end, then the woman’s frank voice came, "The investors from France suddenly arrived, and the President is currently meeting them in the VIP room. He left his phone in the office. If Assistant Gu has any urgent matters, you can tell me, and I’ll relay the message to the President after the meeting."

"Never mind!" Gu Yan’s voice turned slightly cold, "Assistant Wen, as the President’s assistant, don’t you know the President’s private phone is off-limits?"

"...I’m sorry, I was just worried that Assistant Gu might have an urgent issue..."

"You don’t need to explain to me, save your explanation for President Rong later!" Gu Yan said coldly and ended the call decisively!

Gu Yan took the phone away from his ear, staring at the darkened phone screen, his eyes reflecting deep contemplation.

Seeing Gu Yan reappear in the kitchen, Jin Jumo pursed her lips in a daze.

Gu Yan took a mask out from his pocket and handed it to Jin Jumo, "Here."

Jin Jumo glanced at the mask in his hand, her Taohua eyes lighting up slightly, why hadn’t she thought of that?

Taking the mask, Jin Jumo smiled at Gu Yan, "Thanks."

She was originally worried about how to explain to Xixi and Hanhan later, but with this, it would be much easier!

Watching Jin Jumo raise the corners of her mouth, Gu Yan frowned, holding back and then couldn’t hold back, "Little Mo Mo, the injury on your face is not from hitting yourself, is it?"

Pressed lips, speaking softly, "Whose face would hit a door frame that would leave a handprint?"

Jin Jumo, "Um..."

Jin Jumo lowered her dense eyelashes, slowly put on the mask, then lifted her eyelids to look at Gu Yan, her tone light, "It’s nothing, just got slapped. But, it won’t happen again."

Besides acting, this was actually Jin Jumo’s first time being slapped at the age of twenty-four, and hit so hard!

If it were someone else who hit her, she would have retaliated immediately!

But unfortunately...

Jin Jumo’s lips curled in self-mockery, this feeling was really frustrating!

Gu Yan, hearing that she was indeed slapped, his baby face sank swiftly, and his voice tinged with a bit of ruthlessness, "Who the hell slapped you? They must have some nerve to hit you!"

Uh...

"This person really dared to hit me." Jin Jumo chuckled, turned to continue preparing dinner, her voice becoming more nonchalant, "It’s nothing, I can handle a slap."

"Yes, but who was it? Little Mo Mo, tell me, I’ll get revenge for you!" Gu Yan was indignant, especially since Jin Jumo looked like she was "grinning and bearing it," the flame of anger in his heart grew even stronger.

Jin Jumo glanced at Gu Yan, speaking with deeper meaning, "You’ll get revenge for me? How? By hitting them back?"

"Hmph, hitting back? I’ll chop off their hand!" Gu Yan gritted his teeth and said.

Jin Jumo’s movements paused slightly; her Taohua eyes flickered with gratitude as she firmly looked at Gu Yan, her voice softening, "Gu Yan, thank you for standing up for me."

Gu Yan blushed slightly, a bit awkwardly scratching his head, "Little Mo Mo, don’t say that, you already feel like family to me. How can I just stand by if my own is bullied!?"

Jin Jumo felt warmth in her heart and smiled, "I know."

Gu Yan stared at her, "Who was it that hit you?"

Jin Jumo’s eyes flashed, "Your Boss Rong’s mother, of course!"

Gu Yan, "Uh..."

Jin Jumo watched Gu Yan’s stunned, unexpected baby face, Taohua eyes brushing over a hint of bitterness, shrugging, "You see, if I didn’t say it, you would insist I tell you!"

"Uh..." Gu Yan frowned deeply, staring at Jin Jumo, his tone apologetic, "Little Mo Mo, I’m sorry."

Anybody else, he wouldn’t hesitate to grab them and give them a beating. But when it comes to someone’s mother, even with that person’s permission, he wouldn’t dare hit back! Otherwise, what kind of person would he be?

Gu Yan was getting more and more irritated as he thought about it, muttering angrily, "What a damn mess!"

Jin Jumo twitched her lips.

Dinner was served, and it was only then that Jin Jumo received someone’s call, telling her he had social engagements tonight and wouldn’t be back for dinner.

Seeing Jin Jumo’s expression of relief after hanging up the phone, Gu Yan frowned, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable!

From the moment Xixi and Hanhan laid eyes on Jin Jumo, their four eyes never strayed from her.

Jin Jumo pretended not to notice and served rice to Gu Yan and the two little ones, then calmly sat down at her place.

The moment she picked up the chopsticks, Jin Jumo felt awkward!

How was she supposed to eat with a mask on?

Licking her lips, Jin Jumo feigned composure and put down the chopsticks, looking at the three pairs of eyes staring at her, "Eat, why are you looking at me?"

"Mommy, what’s wrong with you?" Xixi tilted her little head, looking at Jin Jumo with confusion and concern.

Jin Jumo reached out to touch the mask on her face, saying frankly, "Mommy has a cold and doesn’t want to infect you, so she wore a mask."

Gu Yan, "Uh..."

Xixi frowned, "Has Mommy taken medicine?"

Jin Jumo nodded, "I have."

Xixi sighed, "Mommy is so pitiful."

Jin Jumo, "Uh..."

Hanhan pursed his little lips and stared at Jin Jumo, his obsidian-like bright eyes flashing with doubt, but he said nothing.

To prevent Xixi and Hanhan from seeing her swollen left face, Jin Jumo wore a mask and barely ate dinner.

After ten o’clock at night, Jin Jumo coaxed Xixi and Hanhan to bed. Someone still hadn’t returned.

Worried that he was discussing business, Jin Jumo didn’t dare call him rashly, for fear of disturbing him.

Returning to the master bedroom, Jin Jumo first went to the bathroom to clean herself, then applied the swelling ointment that Gu Yan had specially gone out to buy for her after dinner on her face, before putting on the mask and lying on the bed.

At eleven o’clock, Jin Jumo heard faint sounds coming from the living room.

Thinking that someone might have returned, Jin Jumo instinctively sat up from the bed, but suddenly thought of the injury on her face. She pressed her lips tightly, lay back down on the bed, and raised her hand to turn off the room lights.

Soon, the bedroom door was turned open from outside and gently closed again. Deliberately light footsteps steadied towards her.

Jin Jumo closed her eyes, silently pulling the quilt over her face, leaving only her eyes and forehead exposed.

The scent of alcohol and tobacco soon enveloped her, a gentle touch landed on her forehead and eye, fleeting and quickly gone, yet enough to make Jin Jumo tremble slightly from her heart to her spine.

The footsteps that paused by the bed slowly proceeded to the bathroom, and the sound of water intermittently came through.

Jin Jumo slightly lifted her eyelids, and her tightly pursed lips under the mask slowly parted as she exhaled several times.

After about fifteen minutes, the sound of water in the bathroom abruptly stopped.

Jin Jumo’s eyelashes trembled, and she hurriedly lay on her side, turning her back to the bathroom.

Two minutes later, the sound of rustling footsteps came out of the bathroom and approached the large bed.

Several minutes passed, but the man lying next to her didn’t make any move, deliberately keeping a certain distance from her.

Jin Jumo felt a stirring in her heart, her closed eyes slightly opened, and for some unknown reason, her eyes were a bit moist.

After a while, the man’s long, heavy arm extended over, seized her waist, and immediately, she was drawn into the man’s broad, warm chest.

Jin Jumo’s body tensed slightly, her eyes glancing backwards.

Rong Mochen’s hand on her waist paused, his movements growing bolder and more wanton.

When it was over, they remained in a back-to-chest position, despite both being drenched in sweat.

Rong Mochen furrowed his brows, his dark eyes narrowed, staring thoughtfully at the back of Jin Jumo’s head.

Jin Jumo blinked her moist lashes, her voice trembling and hoarse, "Sleep."

"Uh..."

Rong Mochen suddenly pressed his lips tight, and the next second, he forcefully turned Jin Jumo around.

Jin Jumo stared wide-eyed at his chest, her breathing cautious and delicate.

For a long moment, the man across from her made no move.

Jin Jumo squinted her eyes under the influence of the light, instinctively turning her face to the side, only to be instantly turned back by the man’s grip on her chin, facing a man with a face as cold as ice.

Jin Jumo’s eyes widened slightly, then blinked rapidly.