Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 324 - 313: Truly Overestimating Oneself!

Jin Jumo glanced at the cold tea in front of Rong Zhengfeng, her eyelashes fluttered slightly. She raised her hand to call the waiter and ordered another pot of tea exactly the same as Rong Zhengfeng had ordered earlier.

Jin Jumo’s thoughtfulness made Rong Zhengfeng pause slightly, and a complex look flashed in his eyes as he stared at her.

"Have you had lunch?" Jin Jumo asked Rong Zhengfeng.

"What does it matter to you!" Rong Zhengfeng snorted awkwardly.

"...If you haven’t had lunch, I’ll treat you." Jin Jumo said.

Rong Zhengfeng’s eyelids twitched slightly. He stared at Jin Jumo in hesitation for a while before frowning, "What’s so good about the food outside? I’m not eating!"

"I know a good Chinese restaurant. Although the taste can’t compare with a high-end restaurant’s chef, it’s decent. If you’re willing to try, I’ll take you there," Jin Jumo said.

Rong Zhengfeng seemed to think for a moment before saying, "You’re treating?"

Jin Jumo curled her lips, "Yes, I’m treating."

Rong Zhengfeng snorted, "If someone is treating, I’d be a fool not to eat!"

Seeing him agree, the breath Jin Jumo had been holding finally released. She stood up, walked to Rong Zhengfeng’s side, and reached out to take his arm.

"What are you doing?" Rong Zhengfeng pulled his hand back immediately and snapped.

"... I, I’m supporting you," Jin Jumo bit her lip and said softly.

"Who wants you to support them, get out of my way, the old dog won’t block the road!" Rong Zhengfeng bumped Jin Jumo aside like a child, as if trying to prove something, and strode out of the restaurant with the wind.

Jin Jumo looked at Rong Zhengfeng’s back, helplessly holding her forehead!

In some respects, Rong Zhengfeng is even harder to deal with than a three-year-old child!

The restaurant Jin Jumo took Rong Zhengfeng to was a small but very tidy and clean Chinese restaurant.

The reason Jin Jumo thought it was nice, besides the fresh environment, was the taste of the dishes—delicious, with a home-cooked flavor.

While waiting for the food in the restaurant, Rong Zhengfeng sat solemnly on one side, while Jin Jumo and Li Li sat on the other. The three people with a large age gap sat together, making it especially awkward.

Rong Zhengfeng eyed Jin Jumo, trying to detect any discomfort or nervousness on her face, but perhaps she had disguised herself too well, he actually felt she was even calmer than himself!

With his lips pursed, Rong Zhengfeng suddenly said, "What is your relationship with that lad from the Gao Family?"

The lad from the Gao Family...

Jin Jumo thought for a moment before realizing he was talking about Gao Qi.

Thinking that Rong Zhengfeng might have overheard the conversation between Gao Qi and herself at the tea house, Jin Jumo’s cheeks flushed slightly, "He is currently my superior."

Gao Qi is the director of this drama, and she is an actress. Director and actress, it could barely be considered a superior-subordinate relationship, right?

Rong Zhengfeng frowned, "Superior? What kind of superior cares about whether their subordinate gets married or not?"

Jin Jumo, "..."

Seeing Jin Jumo at a loss for words, Rong Zhengfeng raised an eyebrow, looking justified, "You and that lad from the Gao Family are about the same age, and now working together. Moreover, that lad clearly has feelings for you. Why don’t you break up with Mo Chen and be with him? After all, you two are more compatible in every aspect than you and Mo Chen. Consider it."

"Grandpa Rong, I’ve said before that I cannot break up with Rong Mochen. If you really want to force us apart, there’s only one way, and that is to convince Rong Mochen," Jin Jumo smiled.

"The reason you say this is just because you rely on Mo Chen’s determination on you, knowing he won’t break up with you, right!" Rong Zhengfeng squinted.

"Grandpa Rong, do you really think I’m not afraid of Rong Mochen breaking up with me?" Jin Jumo looked at Rong Zhengfeng with clear, bright eyes.

Rong Zhengfeng was stunned and frowned at her.

Jin Jumo tugged her lips without saying more. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Rong Zhengfeng glanced at Li Li and, after a long pause, turned back to Jin Jumo, "You said earlier that you and Mo Chen have already started preparing for marriage, were you serious?"

Jin Jumo quickly avoided Rong Zhengfeng’s piercing gaze.

Seeing this, Rong Zhengfeng understood and a wave of immense disappointment surged in his heart. When he realized the source of this feeling, his face tightened.

He was actually secretly looking forward to her marrying his second son, which was unbelievable!

After this question, Rong Zhengfeng had no desire to speak anymore, and the meal was eaten in silence.

Perhaps even the taste of the dishes, whether they were good or not, Rong Zhengfeng felt nothing.

After finishing their meal, just as they were about to get into the car, Rong Zhengfeng suddenly gave Jin Jumo a serious look, "Jin, if you don’t truly like Mo Chen, don’t give him hope. Mo Chen hasn’t been well these past years because of you."

Jin Jumo felt a sting at her heart, looking at Rong Zhengfeng’s stern face, "Grandpa Rong, I really want to be with him."

Rong Zhengfeng frowned and bent to get into the car.

Li Li gave Jin Jumo a nod before sitting in the driver’s seat.

Watching Rong Zhengfeng’s car drive away, Jin Jumo stood there with a heavy heart for a while before leaving and returning to her apartment.

The official rehearsal of the play was scheduled for early June. These days, Jin Jumo had been meticulously studying the script and familiarizing herself with her lines.

Life seemed to have calmed down all of a sudden, with no one deliberately disturbing it, and every day passed full and happy.

It wasn’t until Jin Jumo received a call from Mu Qinnian that she suddenly realized they hadn’t been in touch for several days.

Mu Qinnian’s mature voice drifted into Jin Jumo’s ear through the phone, still gentle and soft-spoken. For his sister, Mu Qinnian’s patience and tenderness were abundant.

"I went back to Country C and brought gifts for you and the two little ones. When you’re free, I’ll bring them over."

"...You went back to Country C?" Jin Jumo was surprised.

"Tsk, you’re really not concerned about your brother, huh?" Mu Qinnian chuckled lightly.

Jin Jumo felt awkward, instead saying, "Why didn’t you tell me you were going back?"

"Turning the tables?" Mu Qinnian laughed.

"..." Jin Jumo pressed her lips tightly.

"When will you come home with me?" Mu Qinnian’s voice, husky, asked.

Home?

Jin Jumo was stunned, even holding her breath lightly.

"Little Mo." After a while of silence from her, Mu Qinnian gently called her name.

Jin Jumo blinked, "Mm, I’m listening."

Mu Qinnian was briefly silent, his voice magnetic and slightly hoarse, penetrating through, "Little Mo, don’t you want to see the place where I live?"

"...Can I?" Jin Jumo whispered.

"Silly girl." Mu Qinnian laughed, "That’s your home too. You can go anytime you want, there’s no such thing as can or cannot."

Jin Jumo lowered her eyelashes, as if afraid of others seeing the little hope hidden in her eyes.

Mu Qinnian was, after Jin Jiancheng, the only person who made her feel the warmth of family. They shared half the same blood.

Moreover, Mu Qinnian cared for her, protected her.

In her life, the sudden appearance of such a person left Jin Jumo with little resistance, wanting to approach, to be close, and even rely on him, just like she once relied on Jin Jiancheng.

So, how could she not want to see the place where he lived? That was Mu Qinnian’s home, and it was her home too; she had a home now!

"Not speaking again?" Mu Qinnian smiled and sighed softly.

Jin Jumo lifted her eyes, "Brother, when will you go back again?"

Mu Qinnian’s breathing paused slightly on the other end, his voice suddenly tense, "Can’t wait to go home with Brother?"

Jin Jumo smiled at her phone, "Brother, I have nothing going on now, you can come over."

"Come downstairs in twenty minutes," Mu Qinnian said.

"Mm," Jin Jumo agreed.

When Mu Qinnian arrived, Jin Jumo was already waiting by the roadside.

The Maybach slid up to her feet. Jin Jumo glanced at the man in the driver’s seat, charming as ever, and opened the door to the passenger seat to get in.

"Seatbelt." Mu Qinnian patted Jin Jumo’s head, gently reminding her.

Jin Jumo was slightly startled, looking at Mu Qinnian with confusion, "Where are we going?"

Mu Qinnian raised an eyebrow, "To see the gift!"

In the wealthy villa district of Z City, in front of a typical European modern-style detached villa, Mu Qinnian drove the Maybach straight through the ornate iron gate and parked in front of the villa.

Jin Jumo glanced at the villa, looking towards Mu Qinnian in confusion, "Brother, you’re not going to give me a house, are you?"

Mu Qinnian nodded, taking a folder from a hidden compartment under the dashboard and handing it to Jin Jumo, "Access to the villa requires fingerprint unlock for the door. Later, you can set your fingerprint."

Jin Jumo was so surprised she couldn’t even respond, simply staring at the document in Mu Qinnian’s hand without taking it.

"This is a welcome gift from Brother, take it," Mu Qinnian said.

Jin Jumo thought, with Mu Qinnian’s status, he had more money than he could spend, so giving his sister a villa was nothing surprising.

Moreover, he probably wasn’t used to being refused.

So Jin Jumo graciously accepted it, smiling at Mu Qinnian, "Having a rich brother is nice."

Mu Qinnian twitched his lips, "Am I rich?"

"No, you’re extravagant." Jin Jumo couldn’t help but laugh at Mu Qinnian’s concerned expression.

Mu Qinnian pursed his thin lips, not arguing with her, leaning over to unbuckle Jin Jumo’s seatbelt, "Come on, let’s go have a look."

"Mm," Jin Jumo followed Mu Qinnian out of the car, the two siblings strolling leisurely through the villa.

Jin Jumo didn’t have many requirements for her living environment, as long as it was quiet enough.

"Little Mo," after a while of walking, Mu Qinnian suddenly tilted his head to look at Jin Jumo, his expression solemn.

Jin Jumo was startled, looking at him blankly.

Mu Qinnian stopped, his tone serious, "Brother has hired you a nanny, starting tomorrow."