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

"Miss Jin." A hurried and suppressed female voice sounded from behind Ying Jingyao.


Ying Jingyao frowned and shifted to stand beside Jin Jumo, his expression cold as he looked at the newcomer.


Jin Jumo was already familiar with this voice, sighed inwardly, and looked up smilingly at the person, "Miss Yu."


Yu Yinluo's eyes showed some unease, though she hid it well. "Where did Miss Jin go just now?"


Jin Jumo raised an eyebrow, half-joking with a tone of surprise, "What? Do people need to report their whereabouts to Miss Yu before they can attend the ball?"


"..." Yu Yinluo's face flashed with discomfort, she bit her red lip slightly hard, "Jingyao was looking all over for you just now, almost alarming the entire hotel. Now seeing Miss Jin unharmed standing here, I was a bit curious about where Miss Jin went, so I just asked. I hope Miss Jin is not upset."


"How could I be upset so easily?" Jin Jumo said, her voice open.


Yu Yinluo glanced at Ying Jingyao, ignoring the displeasure in his eyes, and continued, "So, where did Miss Jin go just now?"


Jin Jumo looked calmly at Yu Yinluo, "The restroom."


Upon hearing this, Ying Jingyao's gentle brows furrowed slightly.


At this moment, Jin Jumo was merely trying to dispel Yu Yinluo's suspicion, not wanting to get involved with her too much, but she was completely unaware that she gave Ying Jingyao and Yu Yinluo two different answers.


Yu Yinluo stared steadily at Jin Jumo, murmuring, "You were in the restroom the whole time?"


Jin Jumo resisted rolling her eyes and casually responded with a hum.


Yu Yinluo wanted to ask something else but suddenly received a sharp warning glance from Ying Jingyao, her heart tightened, and she swallowed back her words, stood still for a few seconds, and turned away in annoyance.


Once Yu Yinluo left, Jin Jumo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.


Ying Jingyao, however, took in all of Jin Jumo's reactions, his two dark brows instantly furrowed deeply.


At the scene of the ball, Jin Jumo shrank into a dark corner from beginning to end, trying to make herself invisible, yet despite this, she still felt a prickle on her back, making her restless, feeling overwhelming pressure.


Ying Jingyao stayed with her the whole time, until the last dance, when he gentlemanly stood up, extended his always pale and slender hand to Jin Jumo, and smiled, "May I?"


Jin Jumo looked at Ying Jingyao's extended hand, her expression tangled for a moment, but in the end, she placed her hand in his.


After all, she was accompanying him to a ball, how could she not dance a single dance?


Ying Jingyao took Jin Jumo's hand, his thin lips curled into a smile, only feeling that the hand in his palm, so soft and small, seemed to hold his heart tightly.


The elegant waltz, the harmonious coordination from advancing and retreating, all felt like a result of long-time cooperation to achieve such harmony, coupled with the pairing of a handsome man and a beautiful woman, making it particularly pleasing to the eye and attracting attention.


Some people even retreated to the outer rim of the dance hall while dancing, focusing on watching.


Feeling more and more gazes focused on herself, Jin Jumo began to feel uncomfortable all over, and actually danced several beats wrong in a row, stepping on Ying Jingyao several times.


Chapter 12: Such a Ball Is Inherently Boring