Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 351 - 338: The Awe-Inspiring Tangtang

Jin Jumo reluctantly glanced at Rong Mochen, watching him pulling a long face as he stood punished, and she couldn’t help but find it a bit funny!

The mighty CEO of the Rong Group found himself in such a situation today!

Jin Jumo’s schadenfreude had not fully retreated when someone suddenly let out a cold snort, and a pair of dark eyes fixed on her quietly.

A chill suddenly ran down Jin Jumo’s spine, and she hurriedly withdrew her gaze, pretending she had never looked at him!

Rong Mochen noticed this, and the corners of his tightly pressed lips twitched slightly imperceptibly.

Others might not have noticed the small interaction between Rong Mochen and Jin Jumo, but Mu Qinnian did.

With dark eyes half-squinted, Mu Qinnian looked at Rong Zhengfeng sitting opposite, whose eyes hadn’t left the second floor since he sat down, his voice naturally cold, "Four years ago, when Little Mo was pregnant, Mr. Rong reportedly showed my Little Mo a lot of ’care’. As Little Mo’s brother, I must properly thank Mr. Rong for his ’love’ and ’concern’ at that time."

As Mu Qinnian finished his words, the air pressure in the room suddenly dropped oppressively low, and everyone’s expressions fell to varying degrees.

Rong Zhengfeng’s face turned crimson in an instant, his eyes too ashamed to meet Mu Qinnian’s gaze.

Regarding the matter of allowing Fang Jingyi to drive Jin Jumo away in such a sad situation back then, he regretted it for four full years.

Now seeing Jin Jumo had given him such lovely great-grandchildren, he felt millions of regrets.

He should never have easily believed the evidence presented by Fang Jingyi; he should have trusted his own judgment!

But at the time...

Rong Zhengfeng was filled with regret, his eyes turning bloodshot as he looked apologetically at Jin Jumo, his voice hoarse and heavy, "Momo, I’m sorry, it’s Grandpa’s fault, Grandpa was muddled. Grandpa begs you, don’t blame him, just pity this foolish old man who trusted the wrong person, can you, Momo?"

Jin Jumo shook her head, "Grandpa Rong, you..."

"Mommy..." Jin Jumo just opened her mouth when a soft, sleepy little voice suddenly drifted down from upstairs.

Several people downstairs almost immediately looked up toward the upstairs.

Xixi, wearing pink pajamas, with two chubby bare feet and messy hair, squatted in front of the railing on the second floor, a pair of chubby little hands holding onto one railing each, her big glazed eyes full of curiosity as she looked downstairs, looking particularly soft and cute.

Rong Zhengfeng looked at the little one upstairs, and tears welled up instantly.

Jin Jumo was a bit surprised, not expecting the little girl to wake up at this time.

Noticing her chubby little feet were bare, Jin Jumo quickly stood up and hurried upstairs.

Xixi had just woken up and was still groggy. Seeing Jin Jumo coming up, she remained in her squatting position, dazedly watching as Jin Jumo approached.

Jin Jumo picked up the small bundle from the floor, holding her foot in her palm, slightly cool.

Frowning, Jin Jumo quickly wrapped her little feet in clothes.

A warm stream of heat flowed to her feet, and Xixi comfortably lifted her eyebrows slightly, snuggling lazily against Jin Jumo’s chest like a little kitten.

Jin Jumo’s heart softened, unwilling to scold the little one.

Glimpsing at Rong Zhengfeng downstairs with anticipation, Jin Jumo pressed her lips and whispered something softly in Xixi’s ear.

Xixi’s big eyes filled with confusion, yet she nodded her little head at Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

Seeing Jin Jumo carrying the little bundle downstairs, Rong Zhengfeng excitedly stood up from the sofa, his eyes trembled lightly as he gazed at Xixi.

Xixi stared at Rong Zhengfeng and suddenly chirped, "Great Grandpa."

Rong Zhengfeng’s entire body jolted, tears flowing freely as his lips moved as if to say something, but no sound emerged.

Jin Jumo’s heart trembled, holding Xixi in front of Rong Zhengfeng.

Xixi gazed in a daze at Rong Zhengfeng’s tear-streaked, aged face, her white, chubby face filled with nervousness and confusion.

Rong Mochen watched Rong Zhengfeng’s tearful eyes, something flickering quickly in his dark gaze.

"Great Grandpa, are you not feeling well?" Xixi sat up straight in Jin Jumo’s arms, her big eyes filled with concern as she looked at Rong Zhengfeng, softly asking.

Rong Zhengfeng shook his head, opening his mouth to speak but still unable to make a sound.

Li Li couldn’t help but be worried, approaching Rong Zhengfeng’s side and holding onto his hand propped on the cane, speaking softly, "Sir, you just got out of the hospital, you mustn’t get emotional."

He didn’t want to get emotional, but could he control it?

Rong Zhengfeng’s face trembled violently, wanting to reach out to touch Xixi but hesitated, afraid.

"Great Grandpa, don’t cry, if you cry, Xixi will feel like crying too." Whether out of anxiety or fear, Xixi watched Rong Zhengfeng unable to stop crying, her small mouth suddenly puckered up, her large, beautifully defined eyes filled with a mist as she looked at Rong Zhengfeng, her soft voice tinged with a whimper.

These words from Xixi only made Rong Zhengfeng more overwhelmed with emotion, his throat exceptionally tight.

Unwilling to let Xixi cry with him, Rong Zhengfeng, unable to speak, fiercely slapped Li Li’s arm.

Li Li, knowing Rong Zhengfeng best, quickly took out a handkerchief and handed it to him.

Rong Zhengfeng quickly wiped his tears, looking at Xixi, his voice hoarse, rough, and very soft, "Great-grandpa won’t cry, Xixi won’t cry either."

Xixi nodded obediently, reaching out her little chubby hand to gently wipe Rong Zhengfeng’s red eyes.

Almost making Rong Zhengfeng burst into tears again!

Jin Jumo came down from the second floor, holding Xixi’s little slippers, and looked at Xixi nestled in Rong Zhengfeng’s arms, chattering non-stop, with a helpless smile.

This little girl didn’t know who she took after, lively and energetic, like a little mischievous monkey.

"Great-grandpa, why were you crying just now? Is it because something hurts?" Xixi grabbed Rong Zhengfeng’s thumb, raised her little face, and looked at him.

Rong Zhengfeng looked at Xixi dotingly and gently, every wrinkle on his face filled with affection, "Because I’m happy. Great-grandpa is happy."

"Ah?" Xixi raised her small shoulders in surprise, "Even crying when happy, hehe, great-grandpa is so strange."

Rong Zhengfeng stared at Xixi’s innocent and childish face, his eyes moistening again.

Jin Ju sighed lightly in her heart, went forward, and put the slippers on Xixi’s feet.

Xixi’s dark eyes rolled around, and with a little lift of her foot, the slippers were kicked onto the carpet.

Jin Jumo, "Uh..."

Amused and a bit annoyed, she glared at her.

Xixi covered her little mouth in triumph and laughed, then proactively stretched out her foot for Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo shook her head, and had to bend down and put them on again.

As soon as she put them on, she noticed the little girl was about to pull the same trick again, and with a twitch of her eye, pretended to be angry and scolded, "Ye Xixi!"

"Hehe." Looking at Jin Jumo’s angry face, Xixi giggled, not afraid at all, but didn’t tease Jin Jumo on purpose anymore.

Jin Jumo rubbed her forehead, looked at someone, her eyes helpless.

Rong Mochen’s lips curved silently, gazing at Jin Jumo with tender eyes full of affection.

Jin Jumo’s face warmed slightly, avoiding his burning gaze.

Mu Qinnian lazily leaned on the sofa, like an outsider, watching Rong Zhengfeng’s uncontrollable joy, Xixi’s mischievous cuteness, and the sparks in every eye contact between Rong Mochen and Jin Jumo, but the color in his eyes was obscure.

Tan Yu prepared breakfast, and only then did Jin Jumo go upstairs to wake up Hanhan.

When Hanhan came downstairs holding Jin Jumo’s hand, dressed in a little British-style suit, Xixi was still in her morning pajamas, with her hair all messy.

Seeing her brother’s neat and handsome appearance, Xixi suddenly felt a little inferior and clamored to dress up and change clothes too.

So Jin Jumo carried Xixi upstairs again to freshen up and change clothes.

Hanhan stood downstairs, watching Jin Jumo carry Xixi upstairs, then turned his head to look at the person whose gaze had been stuck on him since his arrival.

Rong Zhengfeng, seeing Hanhan look over, tightened his grip on his cane and held his breath, watching Hanhan’s little face.

The more he looked, the more he felt Hanhan resembled a younger version of Rong Mochen.

Breathing heavily, Rong Zhengfeng, eyes turning red, glanced at Rong Mochen, then at Hanhan, his voice trembling, "So alike, so alike!"

"Last time at the tea restaurant, I thought this little guy looked familiar, had a shadow of the young master’s childhood," Li Li said, a bit excited.

"Yes, I thought he looked alike back then too, but... who would have thought, thought..." Rong Zhengfeng held his cane tightly, trembling.

Hanhan pursed his lips, hesitated a little, then walked towards Rong Zhengfeng.

Seeing this, Rong Zhengfeng was extremely excited, "Hanhan..."

"Grandpa, are you feeling better?" Hanhan remembered Rong Zhengfeng fainting yesterday, staring at him and asked.

"Great-grandpa is perfectly fine." Rong Zhengfeng squatted down, his trembling palm reaching for Hanhan, carefully holding his little arm.

Hanhan slightly frowned, glanced at Rong Zhengfeng’s hand holding his arm, "Grandpa..."

"Hanhan, I am your dad’s grandpa, you should call me great-grandpa." Rong Zhengfeng looked at Hanhan, a little nervous as he corrected him.

Dad’s grandpa...

Hanhan instinctively looked at Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen squinted slightly, seemingly acknowledging.

Hanhan blinked, his eyes returning to Rong Zhengfeng, without any hesitation, he said straightforwardly, "Great-grandpa."

"Yes, yes." Rong Zhengfeng answered loudly, joyfully hugging Hanhan, "Great-grandpa’s good great-grandson."

When Rong Mochen heard Hanhan addressing Rong Zhengfeng, his dark eyes narrowed tightly, surprised that Hanhan called him so easily!

Surprised, Rong Mochen’s thin lips tightened, his long eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Hanhan.