Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 320 - 309: You’re Clearly Angry!

Jin Jumo hadn’t been back in the kitchen for long before someone returned.

"Daddy, my forehead hurts so much."

Xixi’s little voice, full of coquettishness and seeking affection, drifted from the living room, making Jin Jumo’s lips curve slightly.

Rong Mochen held Xixi in one arm, his dark eyes staring deeply at the bandage on her forehead, his voice restrained but easily revealing sharpness, "How did you get hurt on your forehead?"

Xixi’s little chubby legs dangled a couple of inches from Rong Mochen’s armpit, pouting, "I bumped into an old grandpa’s cane, got a big lump. Grandpa’s cane was so hard, Xixi got hit and cried instantly. Daddy, it hurts a lot."

Rong Mochen pressed his lips, his dark eyes reflecting heartache, and kissed Xixi’s forehead, "Be more careful when walking in the future, okay?"

"Okay." She got the comforting kiss she wanted.

After staying with Xixi in the living room for a while, Rong Mochen put her down and got up to head to the kitchen.

The steady sound of footsteps gradually approached from behind, causing Jin Jumo’s lightly drooped lashes to flutter. She turned her head to look at the man who had entered the kitchen, her pink lips slightly raised, "There are two more dishes to stir-fry, wait a moment."

Rong Mochen walked over to her, hugging her waist from behind, kissed her ear through her silky hair, "Not pleased with the dance teacher?"

Feeling slightly ticklish, Jin Jumo dodged to the side, nodded, "Xixi quite likes it. I’ve already scheduled time with the teacher to teach Xixi dance, though I don’t know if the little girl can stick to it."

"She will." Rong Mochen brushed away her soft long hair on her neck, bowed his head and kissed her densely.

Jin Jumo’s heart slightly swirled, the hand holding the spatula imperceptibly trembled lightly, her butterfly-wing-like lashes rapidly fluttered, stirred by him. She could only nudge his firm abdomen with her elbow, her voice carrying a bit of coyness, "If you continue, I’ll kick you out."

Rong Mochen obediently stepped aside.

Jin Jumo was momentarily stunned, looked back at him in surprise.

Rong Mochen saw this, raised his eyebrows, a hint of mischief sliding through his dark eyes, "What’s wrong?"

Jin Jumo lightly bit her lip, her face suddenly flushed.

Rong Mochen squinted, rubbed the top of her head, then turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Midway through dinner, Gu Yan received a phone call and hurriedly left. As he left, he glanced at Jin Jumo and that look made Jin Jumo’s heart inexplicably tighten.

Dinner was a bit late tonight and it was past nine when they finished.

As Jin Jumo was tidying up the kitchen, Rong Mochen spent some time in the living room with Xixi and Hanhan before taking the two little ones to the bathroom for bathing and grooming.

After tidying up the kitchen, Jin Jumo went to the kids’ room, seeing that the two little ones were already bathed and groomed, lying side by side on the bed, their bright eyes fixed on Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen elegantly held a picture book in his long hand, though not very skillful, his voice was quite pleasing, telling them a bedtime story.

Jin Jumo stood at the door for a moment, not disrupting the warm and relaxed atmosphere in the room, and then turned and walked into the master bedroom across, grabbed the pajamas on the bed, and went to the bathroom for a shower.

After showering, as Jin Jumo stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Rong Mochen standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette carrying a bit of solitude and coldness.

Perhaps hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Rong Mochen slightly turned, his dark eyes deeply gazing at Jin Jumo’s face flushed red from the heat of the shower, lightly pursing his lips.

Jin Jumo paused a moment before walking to him, "Have Xixi and Hanhan slept?"

Rong Mochen nodded.

Jin Jumo walked up to him, lifting her lovely, misty Taohua-like eyes, gazing at him. Her downcast hand passed through his big hand from the side, interlocking their fingers.

Rong Mochen’s eyes fluttered lightly, he glanced at their tightly clasped hands, and in the next second, he gently pulled Jin Jumo into his embrace.

Jin Jumo did not hesitate, her other arm hooked around his neck, standing on tiptoe to kiss his thin lips.

"Little Mo."

Jin Jumo’s Taohua eyes flashed with panic, gazing up at the man in front of her, "What’s wrong?"

Rong Mochen’s deep pupils locked onto Jin Jumo, "There are some documents I need to handle tonight."

"..." Jin Jumo’s face turned pale, her clear eyes flickered with hurt and embarrassment, her mouth corners stiffly pulled apart, "Then go ahead."

Watching Jin Jumo’s pale face, Rong Mochen tightened his lips, suddenly picked her up, and headed to the bed.

Jin Jumo was laid on the bed by him, he even thoughtfully covered her with a quilt.

But looking at his slightly furrowed brow, Jin Jumo couldn’t deny that she was still uncontrollably pained inside.

Rong Mochen supported his arms on either side of Jin Jumo’s neck, his eyes deeply concentrating on her.

Jin Jumo secretly took a deep breath and softly said, "Go ahead, finish early so you can rest sooner."

"...Hmm." Rong Mochen lowered his head, kissed the furrowed brow of Jin Jumo lightly, stood up, and after staring at her for a moment, finally stepped towards the door.

Jin Jumo bit her lower lip tightly, watching his figure gradually walk away. As he was about to step out of the room, she suddenly clutched the blanket tightly around her and sat up, "Are you angry with me?"

Rong Mochen’s back stiffened slightly, he turned to look at her, his deep eyes tightened, revealing no trace of emotion.

Jin Jumo clutched the bedding more tightly, her bright eyes fixed on him, "You are angry with me, aren’t you?"

Rong Mochen frowned, "Don’t overthink..."

"I’m not overthinking, you are clearly angry!" The grievance surged in her heart, her nose turned sour, and her eyes slowly reddened.

Seeing this, Rong Mochen stepped back to her, towering over Jin Jumo, "There’s nothing, do you want me to admit it?"

As he spoke, he reached out to touch the corner of her eye.

Jin Jumo felt extremely uncomfortable at that moment, brushed away his hand, and said, "Whether or not you’re angry, you know it in your heart!"

"..." Rong Mochen’s temples throbbed as he stared coldly at her, "Then tell me, what am I angry about?"

Jin Jumo, "..."

She looked at him with reddened eyes and, after a long pause, spoke softly, "Rong Mochen, I don’t know how other couples interact. But I really don’t want to feel oppressed and uncomfortable even when I’m with someone I like..."

"You’re not comfortable with me?" Rong Mochen abruptly interrupted her, his tone turning icy.

"..." Jin Jumo’s eyes stung, staring at his stern face, "At least right now, I’m uncomfortable!"

Dark aura seeped from Rong Mochen’s body.

Her spine shivered slightly as she looked at his increasingly tense thin lips and harsh face, her heart suddenly losing some resolve.

Indeed, she disliked being overly oppressed in a relationship. Any misunderstandings or problems should be communicated peacefully to understand each other’s thoughts.

But Rong Mochen’s overly aggressive demeanor greatly diminished her desire to communicate.

She lowered her long lashes slightly, her gaze calm as she looked at Rong Mochen, "Go handle the documents, finish them and rest early."

Rong Mochen stared at her composed face, his black eyes tightened, as his suddenly fierce expression made her heart chilled.

Suddenly, with unprecedented speed, Jin Jumo lifted the blanket and jumped out of bed, running towards the door.

Rong Mochen, "..."

Anger surged in his chest, his face darkened, taking a few quick steps to catch Jin Jumo’s waist from behind as she tried to dash away.

"Ah..." Jin Jumo exclaimed softly in fear, then began to struggle fiercely.

Rong Mochen’s face turned increasingly unpleasant, she struggled with all her might, yet he didn’t dare to restrain her forcefully, afraid of accidentally breaking her delicate arms or legs.

Pressing his lips tightly, his chest heaving with furious breaths, he had no choice but to confine her flailing arms within his embrace, and bit down on her ear that had turned red from her vigorous struggle.

"Hiss," Jin Jumo gasped in pain, her skin tightening all over, and she said in panic, "Rong Mochen, Xixi and Hanhan are in the room opposite, if you do anything reckless, I..."

"What will you do?" Rong Mochen asked irritably, biting her ear even harder.

Tears welled in Jin Jumo’s eyes from the pain, she said with a trembling voice, "Can’t you be gentle? It hurts!"

"You still know it hurts! Tell me, how can I act reckless with you? Do I dare to hit you, or do I dare to scold you? Run, just run!"

As he spoke, he released her ear and suddenly bit her soft neck.

Yet several seconds passed and the little woman before him neither cried out in pain nor spoke, even her struggling ceased, silent indeed!

Rong Mochen’s eyes deepened slightly, he slowly released his bite and observed her closely.

Only then did Jin Jumo sniffle and in a very soft voice, said, "It’s not that I’m unwilling to have your children, it’s just that given the current situation, I can’t get pregnant, do you understand?"

Rong Mochen paused, speechless for a long time.

Jin Jumo moved slightly, sensing the loosening of the arms confining her, she turned within his embrace to face him, saying slowly, "Yesterday, Grandpa Rong came to see me. He asked if I was planning to marry you."

Rong Mochen’s eyes narrowed, fixing on her.

She curled her lips, but her smile was somewhat pale, "I told him I sincerely want to be with you. But Grandpa Rong doesn’t seem to want us together. He asked me to break up with you."

Rong Mochen’s long arm tightened around her waist suddenly, his voice tense, "What did you say?"