Faded Makeup

For money, Jin Jumo "signed" herself to the business tycoon Rong Mochen, for a period of one year.

Upon their first meeting, the man's voice was icy, "I like women who keep their place, understand?"

"Yes." Jin Jumo nodded lightly.

So, Jin Jumo always adhered to her place, tightly locking her heart away, never crossing the line.

If there was anything in her relationship with Rong Mochen that Jin Jumo hadn't anticipated, it would be...

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"Mr. Rong, our contract expired a week ago." Jin Jumo lightly curved her lips, giving a smile that didn't reach her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her.

"So?"

"So, Mr. Rong, are you playing rogue now?" Jin Jumo gritted her teeth.

"Hmm..." Rong Mochen frowned, leisurely raising his head to look at Jin Jumo, "Is my daughter behaving well in your belly?"

"It's not even two months, how do you know it's definitely a daughter..."

Wait... Jin Jumo's eyes widened in terror, she hadn't told him she was pregnant...

Rumor had it, a car accident targeting Z City tycoon Rong Mochen resulted in the death of a seven-month-pregnant woman.

Rumor had it, after the accident, the Rong Family's president underwent a drastic change, becoming ruthless and fierce from being coldly indifferent.

Rumor had it, the person killed in the accident was the person closest to Rong Mochen's heart.

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Four years later.

"Brother, do we really need to find a new boyfriend for Mommy?" The little bun bit his chubby fingers, looking at the little boy beside him who was slightly taller.

"Yes." The boy squinted, his gaze coldly fixed on the televised global sensation of the Rong Family's president's luxurious engagement ceremony.

"But didn't Brother say that the old man named Rong is our real dad?"

Jin Jumo, who had just stepped into the house, was nearly collapsing inside. How did the two little guys know Rong Mochen was...

Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace

Although Ying Jingyao didn't make a sound, Jin Jumo's face was completely flushed with embarrassment.


Seeing Jin Jumo's reddened face, too embarrassed to even look at him, Ying Jingyao's eyes were filled with amusement. He leaned down slightly and softly whispered in her ear, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."


Although he said it was okay, his voice clearly had a playful tone.


Jin Jumo bit her lip, glared at him, and said, "Brother Ying, you're not being the least bit gentlemanly right now."


Ying Jingyao innocently raised an eyebrow, "I'm not gentlemanly enough? If it were someone else that you stepped on like that, they probably wouldn't dare dance with you again."


Jin Jumo's face got even redder, and she muttered, "I told you I couldn't dance a long time ago…"


"No, you're dancing very well." Ying Jingyao looked at Jin Jumo encouragingly, his gentle and warm gaze putting one at ease. "You're just too nervous."


How could she not be nervous when she was in a "guilty" position?


Jin Jumo frowned in distress. Thinking that someone might be somewhere watching her with a calculating gaze, she suddenly didn't want to say anything and only wished for the dance to end quickly.


After three hours, the ball finally ended, and Jin Jumo was so exhausted it felt like her heart was bleeding.


Once she got into the car, Jin Jumo felt reborn and let out a heavy sigh of relief.


"Back to school?" Ying Jingyao looked at Jin Jumo.


Jin Jumo's eyes flickered slightly, "Mm-hmm."


But Ying Jingyao didn't move, continuing to stare at Jin Jumo.


Jin Jumo's eye twitched slightly, "Brother Ying, is something the matter?"


Ying Jingyao pressed his lips together, his eyes harboring a hint of restraint, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, said nothing.


Since he didn't speak, Jin Jumo naturally wouldn't ask any further.


Half an hour later, the car stopped at the West Gate of G University. Jin Jumo opened the car door and got out. She turned around to bid farewell to Ying Jingyao, but inadvertently caught sight of a Cayenne parked under a plane tree near the school gate.


Jin Jumo's mouth twitched, and she instantly felt not so good.


Ying Jingyao got out of the car, walked over to Jin Jumo, and gently draped a black tailcoat over her shoulders.


The sudden weight on her body caused Jin Jumo to shake slightly. She came to her senses, looked at Ying Jingyao, and hurriedly said, "Brother Ying, I'm not cold."


As she spoke, she was about to take off the coat.


Ying Jingyao pressed down on Jin Jumo's raised hand, "Are you planning to walk back to the dorm like this?"


"..." Jin Jumo was stunned for a moment, remembering that she was still wearing a shoulder-revealing evening gown. She glanced down at the tailcoat on her shoulders, smiled, and didn't say anything more.


Ying Jingyao pressed his lips together, "Do you need me to walk you in?"


"No, no, from the West Gate to the dorm is the shortest, just two or three minutes, I can do it myself… Well, Brother Ying, I'm going in now. Be safe on your way." Jin Jumo quickly said, not giving Ying Jingyao a chance to respond before turning around and heading toward the school gate.


Watching Jin Jumo's hastily departing back, Ying Jingyao's thin lips tightened slightly, and his tall figure leaned forward as if wanting to catch up, but in the end, he didn't.


The sound of the car's engine gradually faded away until it was no longer audible. Only then did Jin Jumo walk out of the school, took a distant look at the Cayenne, took a soft breath, and walked over.


Chapter 13: It's Okay, It Doesn't Hurt