As he shouted, Xiao Nanqing and Lei Yicheng also turned their heads to look at the two.
Today, Xiao Nanqing abandoned his usual nonchalant demeanor. He wore a deep blue suit with a matching shirt and nine-point trousers, his slim and tall physique looked sharp and spirited in the ensemble. One hand was tucked in his pocket while the other held a glass of red wine.
Even in this suit, Qing Jue’s perfect face couldn’t hide the mischief that seeped from his very core. He squinted his elongated, narrow eyes, his thin lips slightly raised to one side, giving the impression that he might do something bad at any moment.
Lei Yicheng was a typical tough guy, with a crew cut, exuding strength all over, his eyes carrying a wildness, just looking at him felt dangerous.
Jin Jumo quietly assessed several people, her delicate face lifted with a graceful smile, dimples on both sides of her mouth flickering faintly.
"Little Mo Mo, your outfit today can only be described in two words—perfect!" Gu Yan leaned in next to Jin Jumo, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her, mischievously reaching to stroke the long water wave-styled hair on one side.
Jin Jumo gave him a sidelong glance, her smile remaining, "I’ll tell you a secret."
Gu Yan twisted a strand of her hair around his fingertip.
Jin Jumo raised her brows, "I haven’t washed my hair for a week."
"..." Gu Yan froze, then displayed a profoundly distressed look, bewildered at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo’s expression turned serious, nodding solemnly at him, "You didn’t hear wrong, I really haven’t washed my hair for a week." Orıginal content can be found at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝※𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖※𝕟𝕖𝕥
"Hiss..." Gu Yan took a breath, quickly let go of Jin Jumo’s hair, darting behind Lei Yicheng, staring at Jin Jumo with eyes full of disdain, "Little Mo Mo, you, you, you, I don’t even know what to say."
Jin Jumo shrugged, reaching out to grab the strands tangled by him.
Seeing Jin Jumo’s indifferent attitude, Gu Yan felt he couldn’t take it, looking at Rong Mochen, "Boss Rong, your woman hasn’t washed her hair for a week, and you don’t even mention it."
Rong Mochen shot him a cold glance, "Don’t show your intellectual limitations in front of me!"
It seemed that of all the people present, only Gu Yan took Jin Jumo’s words seriously!
"..." Gu Yan immediately displayed a wounded look, clutching his chest weakly against Lei Yicheng, then was rudely pushed away by Lei Yicheng.
Jin Jumo curiously glanced at Rong Mochen, surprised that the usually indifferent and aloof man even used an internet catchphrase...
"Not bad, you’re openly out and about as a pair now," Xiao Nanqing squinted his elongated eyes, his lips curving slightly with wickedness.
Rong Mochen glared at him, showing no reaction.
Jin Jumo silently turned her gaze elsewhere, pretending not to hear.
Seeing this, Xiao Nanqing’s expression showed mockery as he raised his chin, eyeing Rong Mochen, "It seems some people haven’t made their stance clear yet! Boss Rong, put in some effort, or one day the child might call someone else dad... we won’t sympathize with you!"
Not only would they not sympathize, but it would be a joke laughed at for a lifetime!
Rong Mochen sneered coldly, squinting his eyes at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo turned her brows in thought, looking at Xiao Nanqing.
That phrase "one day the child might call someone else dad", could she take it to mean that he knew about her pregnancy, or maybe, her pregnancy was revealed to Rong Mochen by Xiao Nanqing!
An image of meeting him at the hospital instantly flashed in Jin Jumo’s mind.
She thought she had cleverly used Mu Yan as a "shield", yet it seemed...
Everyone said Third Young Master Xiao was idle, indulging in luxury and debauchery, but now it seems it was just spreading tales.
Seeing Jin Jumo staring straight at him, Xiao Nanqing’s emotions shifted from puzzlement to anger, he half-squinted his eyes, lowered his eyes, and shook the red wine in his hand, "Don’t look at me like that, I haven’t even had the chance to say anything yet."
"..." Jin Jumo huffed softly, her smile not quite reaching her eyes, "Third Young Master Xiao, what goes around comes around." If he has his time in the east, don’t blame her for grabbing the chance to shine in the west!
At this time, Xiao Nanqing couldn’t care less, nonchalantly swept his gaze over Jin Jumo, curling his lips.
Jin Jumo bit her lip lightly.
Rong Mochen tilted his head to look at Jin Jumo’s angry little face, his dark eyes deepened.
At a quarter past seven, Mu Yan gracefully descended from upstairs, holding Grandpa Xiao’s arm.
The short and chic white gown with a cinched waist design, a loose pink and white pearl belt adorning her slender waist, the dress was off-shoulder, a simple yet exquisitely elegant diamond necklace gently fell on her collarbone, her long black hair cascading straight down, with only two strands on either side neatly pinned back with a small clip.