Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 314 - 303: Beauty Is in the Eye of the Beholder

Chapter 314: Chapter 303: Beauty Is in the Eye of the Beholder

Rong Mochen pinched her chin, staring into Jin Jumo’s black eyes with a penetrating shrewdness, his tone chilling, "What happened?"

Jin Jumo held her breath lightly, her dense eyelashes slightly drawn down, whispering, "Caught a cold..."

Before she could finish her words, the mask on her face was torn off by the man’s large hand.

Jin Jumo’s pupils dilated, staring at him in shock.

Rong Mochen stared at Jin Jumo’s swollen left cheek, his gaze like a blade scraping against her, the veins on his temples dangerously bulging, his voice deep and cold, "Who hit you?"

Jin Jumo almost didn’t dare look at his face, lowering her eyelids, her breathing unsteady, "Hit the door..."

"Jin Jumo!" Rong Mochen shouted low.

Jin Jumo’s face quivered, her eyelids lowered even more, but her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly in grievance, and after a while, she whispered, "Why are you so fierce?"

Rong Mochen’s two long brows furrowed closer to his nose, his thin lips tightened into a cold line, staring at Jin Jumo with eyes full of anger and heartache, but ultimately, as Jin Jumo’s eyelashes quietly moistened, all was replaced by tenderness.

He closed his eyes softly, trying to ease his expression, reaching out to quietly stroke Jin Jumo’s left cheek, his voice hoarse, "Does it hurt?"

Tears welled up in Jin Jumo’s eyes, shaking her head.

Rong Mochen’s heart tightened even further, the muscles in the arm supporting the side of Jin Jumo’s neck bulging clearly, blue veins jutting out from his skin, intimidating.

"Who hit you?" Rong Mochen asked again.

Jin Jumo pursed her lips, raising her eyelids to look at him, not speaking.

Seeing her like this, Rong Mochen’s eyes narrowed, his voice cold, "Did she hit you?"

Jin Jumo’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Rong Mochen’s pupils welled up with a frightening crimson, Jin Jumo could even hear the sound of every muscle in his body tightening.

Feeling a heaviness in her heart, Jin Jumo reached out to grasp his steel-like arm, her voice soft, "This time it was my own fault for not being prepared, that’s why she hit me, it won’t happen again."

"Damn it!" Rong Mochen spat through gritted teeth, the murderous look in his eyes sending a chill through Jin Jumo’s heart.

Swallowing, Jin Jumo slightly rose, another arm wrapping around his neck, bringing her face closer to his veined neck, whispering in his ear, "I was really angry too. You don’t know, I almost hit back."

Rong Mochen’s jaw tightened, looking down at Jin Jumo.

As she moved her face slightly back, Jin Jumo looked at him, her clear Taohua eyes distinctly tinged with grievance, "This is the first time I’ve been slapped since I grew up, I was so angry I could explode."

Even saying so, Jin Jumo’s voice was still soft and gentle, definitely sounding like a little girl seeking comfort after being wronged.

"You’ve been wronged."

Jin Jumo’s throat choked up, tugging the corners of her lips, "Just this once, I won’t bear it next time!"

Jin Jumo spoke, frowning in frustration, "But how can I go for a casting tomorrow like this? After all, I am an actress now, relying on my face."

Rong Mochen stared deeply at her slightly pouted pink lips, his long fingers gently brushing back her ear’s hair, speaking tenderly, "Even so, you’re the most beautiful."

Jin Jumo raised an eyebrow, looking at Rong Mochen, "Is this the legendary saying ’beauty in the eye of the beholder’?"

Rong Mochen lowered his head, kissed her lips, "I’m just speaking the truth."

Jin Jumo obliged, suddenly laughing.

Only she had seen this gentle, sweet-talking, coaxing Rong Mochen, how wonderful!

That night, Jin Jumo nestled in Rong Mochen’s arms slept peacefully, unaffected by the slap from Fang Jingyi.

Yet Rong Mochen remained awake all night.

Upon waking the next day, the trace of a certain person was already absent, Jin Jumo thought it was late, glancing at the wall clock, surprisingly it was just before seven.

Jin Jumo slightly furrowed her brows, lifting the quilt to get up, walked into the closet to pick a thin jacket, grabbing a mask as she made her way to the bedroom door.

After searching the living room and study room, there was no sign of that person.

Jin Jumo was a bit puzzled, did he go to the company so early?

Pursing her lips lightly, Jin Jumo returned to the master bedroom to wash up, then proceeded to prepare breakfast for Xixi Hanhan.

After sending Xixi Hanhan to kindergarten, Jin Jumo did not return to the apartment but went to the city museum to browse some drama-related works, preparing to go to the theater for an interview in the afternoon, then to the supermarket to buy dinner ingredients before going back.

In the antique-style boudoir courtyard, Fang Jingyi stepped out of the bedroom wearing silk pajamas, freshly awake, she seemed languid in demeanor, her face flawless even without makeup, looking much younger than women her age.

"Madam, you’re finally awake." said the servant who had been serving her closely for years, rushing over.

Fang Jingyi lazily lifted her eyelids and gave her a glance, "Peiling, so flustered this early morning, did you see a ghost?"

This is even more horrifying than seeing a ghost!

Luo Peiling said urgently, "Madam, please go change your clothes, the second young master is here."

"Um..." Fang Jingyi froze, staring at Luo Peiling, "Who did you say? Who’s here?"

"The second young master is here!" Luo Peiling said, lowering her voice with worry, "He arrived before seven o’clock and has been waiting in the front courtyard for you."

Before seven o’clock...

Fang Jingyi was slightly silent, coldly tugging her lips, "It’s truly odd, someone who never comes to my place, came today."

"Madam, the second young master doesn’t look well. I invited him in, but he refused, standing in the courtyard for almost two hours." Luo Peiling glanced puzzledly at Fang Jingyi’s ice-cold profile, and whispered, "Madam, was there any unpleasantness between you and the second young master?"

Fang Jingyi immediately glared at Luo Peiling, "Mind your own business!"

Luo Peiling quickly lowered her head, not daring to speak again.

Fang Jingyi stood at the doorway for a while before suddenly entering the room.

Luo Peiling thought she went in to change clothes, expecting her to come out soon.

Unexpectedly, half an hour passed, and she still hadn’t come out.

Luo Peiling anxiously rubbed her fingers, frequently peeking towards the doorway, wanting to call her but didn’t dare.

Over ten minutes later, Fang Jingyi finally leisurely emerged from the room.

Seeing Fang Jingyi come out, Luo Peiling’s expression shifted repeatedly.

Fang Jingyi’s loose hair was immaculately pinned behind her head, her face adorned with makeup so perfect that no flaws were visible, wearing a dark green long-sleeved cheongsam; a fine pearl necklace adorned the collar, her expression stern as she brushed past Luo Peiling with her chin lightly raised.

Such a look wasn’t for meeting her son, she was clearly geared for a battlefield, ready for combat!

Luo Peiling could only sigh and remain speechless.

Fang Jingyi walked out of the main hall and saw Rong Mochen standing with his back to her in the yard, his silhouette exuding sharpness.

Fang Jingyi slightly squinted her eyes, standing on the stone steps, stared at Rong Mochen and said in a cool voice, "Not having returned for so many years, I thought President Rong had already forgotten the way home!"

Just as Fang Jingyi had not visited Rong Mochen’s residence since she exiled Jin Ju from Jinming Port City four years ago, similarly, since Rong Mochen was thrust upon Rong Zhengfeng by Fang Jingyi, he had never returned to this so-called home!

Rong Mochen coldly tugged his lips, turned to look at Fang Jingyi, compared to previously showing no emotion before Fang Jingyi, now those eyes staring at her, were icy inch by inch, "This is Ms. Fang’s home, not mine."

Fang Jingyi’s heart was surging with anger, glaring severely at him, "If not, why did you come back?"

"I’m here to warn Ms. Fang, this is the first and last time. If Ms. Fang ever makes things difficult for the one I love again, I won’t let it go easily!" Rong Mochen spat out every word with extraordinary clarity, yet each word was chillingly bleak.

"Warning? You’re warning me?"

Fang Jingyi laughed out of extreme anger, her flawless face subtly contorting in rage, sharply reprimanding, "Rong Mochen, speaking like this to the mother who birthed you, aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?"

"Birth and raise? From the day I was born, has Ms. Fang ever fulfilled a single day of maternal duty?" Rong Mochen’s expression grew more sinister, "If Ms. Fang had an ounce of maternal awareness, you wouldn’t be cursing your own child with divine retribution!"

"Um..." Fang Jingyi’s face suddenly turned pale, her legs faltered and she retreated two steps backward.

In the past decades, Fang Jingyi had never heard such straightforward accusations from Rong Mochen’s mouth!

Perhaps she knew this youngest son was deeply resentful, perhaps even hateful of her, but he never truly said it!

However, when Rong Mochen said these words, it only further enraged Fang Jingyi.

Fang Jingyi trembled as she pointed at him, "Rong Mochen, back when I had you, I was already good enough to you. What else do you demand? Don’t forget, Si Nan’s leg was ruined because of you! You can only be President of the Rong Family now because of Si Nan. If Si Nan’s leg was fine, it wouldn’t be your turn to be President of the Rong Family!"

Rong Mochen clenched his fists, his chiseled face swept by a sudden chill, his dark eyes coldly staring at Fang Jingyi, his voice icy as the Antarctic, "So, should I maim my left leg to repay you?"

"Um..." Fang Jingyi was trembling all over, staring fixedly at Rong Mochen, "If breaking your left leg could restore Si Nan’s leg to normal, I wouldn’t hesitate to do it even without you saying so! But it can’t! So, what you owe Si Nan will never be repaid, ever!"