From the Rong Mansion to the apartment, Rong Mochen took half an hour, forcefully compressing the original required time by half. In the apartment, Jin Jumo had just tidied up the two little ones and put them on the small bed when she heard the sound of the living room door opening. Xixi’s eyes suddenly widened, saying crisply, "Daddy’s back." As soon as Xixi’s voice fell, someone’s tall and handsome figure appeared at the bedroom door. "Daddy." Xixi excitedly stretched out her arms towards Rong Mochen. Rong Mochen slightly adjusted his breathing, glanced at Jin Jumo who was looking at him, and walked towards Xixi. As Rong Mochen approached, Xixi, in her baggy pajamas, rolled out of the covers and hugged Rong Mochen’s leg, "Daddy, Daddy..." Rong Mochen’s heart softened indescribably, and he reached out to pick up Xixi, kissing her pink little face. Xixi giggled and rubbed her little nose against Rong Mochen’s face, "Daddy, why didn’t you come back to have dinner with Xixi tonight? Mommy made lots of delicious food, but Daddy didn’t get to eat it." Rong Mochen frowned slightly, his dark eyes showing some dissatisfaction as he looked towards Jin Jumo. Jin Jumo was taken aback, a puzzled expression on her fair face. After coaxing Xixi and Hanhan to sleep, Rong Mochen and Jin Jumo returned to the master bedroom. As soon as they stepped into the master bedroom doorway, Jin Jumo was abruptly pinned against the wall by someone, his firm chest pressing tightly against Jin Jumo’s softness. Jin Jumo’s cheeks instantly flushed, slightly hunching her shoulders, lightly biting her lips, looking at him blankly and innocently. "From now on, you’re not allowed to cook for anyone other than me!" Rong Mochen declared overbearingly. "..." Jin Jumo was dumbfounded, "Not even for Xixi and Hanhan?" "Except for Xixi Hanhan," Rong Mochen said. Jin Jumo stared at his serious face; her watery eyes flashed with something, and she smiled, "Why?" "No reason," Rong Mochen said coolly, frowning tightly. "...Are you jealous?" Jin Jumo lightly curved her eyes, her charming eyes filled with interest. Rong Mochen’s thin lips twitched slightly, seemingly disdainful to answer the question. His long fingers lifted Jin Jumo’s delicate chin, his dark eyes swept down from her forehead, finally stopping at her gently curved lips, his voice slightly hoarse, "I’m hungry." Jin Jumo was stunned, puzzled, "Didn’t you eat at Rong Mansion?" While Jin Jumo was still in shock and blushing, Rong Mochen swiftly kissed her. "Little Mo," Rong Mochen held Jin Jumo’s slender waist with some panic, his forehead and temples damp with hot sweat, his dark eyes exceptionally bright at this moment. Jin Jumo’s body trembled, she looked at him confusedly. Jin Jumo’s long eyelashes fluttered faster, she lowered her eyes to look at him, speaking softly, "Follow your heart, I..." Before Jin Jumo could finish her sentence, she was suddenly lifted. Jin Jumo’s expression froze slightly, she watched as the man stepped away from her, now standing by the bedside with red eyes looking at her. Rong Mochen almost used all his strength to forcibly tear his eyes away from her beautiful figure, his voice so hoarse it sounded like someone else’s, "You sleep first, I’m going to take a shower." "..." Jin Jumo’s eyes tightened, looking at him with fear and helplessness. Rong Mochen’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, he took a step forward, leaned over, gave Jin Jumo a kiss on the eyes, and said softly, "Don’t overthink. God knows how much I want you. It’s just not the right time now." She still wasn’t fully ready to accept him, so for now, he couldn’t, even though he desperately wanted to wrap her deep into his very bones! Half an hour later, Rong Mochen came out of the bathroom with a cool body, he glanced at the little woman lying on the bed with her back to him, paused, and then walked towards her. After turning off the light, Rong Mochen lifted the velvet blanket and lay down, just about to reach out and embrace the little woman who was a distance away from him. But Jin Jumo turned around first, snuggling into his arms. Rong Mochen’s body stiffened slightly, he frowned, and looked down at the little head resting on his chest. Perhaps because of the cold shower, his skin was very cold, and as Jin Jumo approached, she felt a piercing chill seep through her pajamas. Yet she didn’t flinch away, instead squeezing tighter into his chest. Jin Jumo didn’t respond to his words. In the quiet room, only the intimate and harmonious sound of two breaths intertwined instantly remained. It was a long time before a soft voice spoke from his arms, "Thank you." Rong Mochen’s closed eyes slowly opened, he said nothing, just reached out and gently stroked her soft long hair. Xinfu Kindergarten is a well-known prestigious kindergarten in Z City, and the children attending Xinfu Kindergarten are either rich or noble. That’s why we say the rich second generation are always clustered together, because they’ve known each other since childhood, so they’re the ones in the same circle. Knowing they could finally attend school, Xixi and Hanhan were excited and lively when they went to kindergarten in the morning, but when they came back in the afternoon, they were both deflated. Jin Jumo held back from asking all the way back to the apartment, washed some fruit, watched the two little ones eat without interest, and then asked, "Darlings, how did school feel today?" Hanhan lifted his eyelids to glance at Jin Jumo, pursing his little lips without saying anything. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥 Xixi propped up her chubby little face with one hand and lazily picked at the fruit with a toothpick. "Not bad," she said. "Is that so?" Jin Jumo raised an eyebrow, picking Xixi up and sitting her on her lap, asking, "So, Xixi, tell me, what interesting things happened today?" "The teacher and classmates were very enthusiastic towards my brother and me," Xixi said. "That’s a good thing," Jin Jumo replied. "Yeah, they just asked us who our dad is, who our mom is, what dad does, what mom does, if we have any limited edition toys at home, if we’ve ever traveled abroad..." Hanhan said coldly, giving Jin Jumo a sideways glance with a sarcastic half-smile, "Not just for a little while, for the whole day!" Xixi shook her head, "So scary." Jin Jumo’s mouth twitched. The next day, Jin Jumo took Xixi and Hanhan to Xinfu Kindergarten, and at the kindergarten gate, she ran into their new teacher. Then, unfortunately for Jin Jumo, she also experienced what Xixi and Hanhan had gone through, bombarded with various questions. If it weren’t for class time, Jin Jumo might not have been able to leave today. In the evening, after Xixi and Hanhan were resting, Jin Jumo told Rong Mochen about the incident. Rong Mochen listened, was silent for a moment, and then said, "What do you think about it?" Jin Jumo thought for a moment and said, "Xixi and Hanhan are still young, and they’re at the age of imitation; I’m worried they might be influenced." "So, do you want to change their kindergarten?" Rong Mochen asked. "What do you think?" Jin Jumo looked at him, seeking his opinion. Rong Mochen tightened his arm and let Jin Jumo lean against him, "Xixi and Hanhan will eventually step into society, and if they dislike commerce, they can pursue any field they like. But other fields aren’t necessarily less complex than the business world, with human nature’s many facets; I think it’s not too early for them to start understanding." Jin Jumo paused, then suddenly smiled and looked at him, "That’s what you said; they can pursue what they love instead of commerce." Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow and lowered his head to kiss Jin Jumo’s lips, saying hoarsely, "Yes, all depends on their interests." That day, Jin Jumo took Xixi and Hanhan to kindergarten and had just returned to the apartment when she heard Jian Liangtong’s call, telling her that she was at Z City Airport. Jin Jumo was overjoyed and hurried downstairs to have the driver take her to the airport. On the way to the airport, Jin Jumo was very excited, so she didn’t notice the driver’s frequent glances at the rearview mirror. Upon arriving at the airport, Jin Jumo immediately got out of the car. The driver watched Jin Jumo’s figure as she trotted towards the airport hall, only then revealing vigilance and a strong sense of precaution, squinting as he looked through the rearview mirror at a black Rolls-Royce Phantom parked not far behind his car. A sweet little voice came, and before Jin Jumo could see who it was, her thigh was tightly hugged. Jin Jumo’s heart softened to the extent that she looked down at Little Chenghao, who was holding onto her legs and struggling to look up at her with a bright face, "Hao Hao dear, Auntie missed you so much." Jin Jumo picked up Jian Chenghao and kissed his little forehead. Jian Chenghao pursed his little lips and wrapped his arms around Jin Jumo’s neck, "What about Xixi sister and brother?" "They didn’t know you were coming, so they’ve gone to school," Jin Jumo said. "It’s okay, once Xixi sister and brother finish school, we’ll see each other," Hao Hao said understandingly. Jin Jumo couldn’t help but kiss his little face again. "Enough already, I’ve been standing in front of you for ages, can’t you see me?" Jian Liangtong pouted, glaring at Jin Jumo with her beautiful eyes. Jin Jumo raised an eyebrow, symbolically hugged her, "Welcome, welcome." "Pfft," Jian Liangtong rolled her eyes, brushed off Jin Jumo, coolly put on her sunglasses, and pulled her suitcase towards the exit. Jin Jumo shook her head with a smile, holding Hao Hao in her arms as she followed behind. But just as they reached the airport exit, Jian Liangtong suddenly stopped, turned and looked at Jin Jumo, "You came alone, right?" Jin Jumo paused, "...No." Jian Liangtong tightened her lips and scrutinized her. Jin Jumo knew what she was worried about and said, "It wasn’t him, the driver brought me here." "..." Jian Liangtong was silent. In the end, the group didn’t leave in the driver’s car. Instead, they took a taxi. After Jin Jumo got in the car, she used her phone to call the driver, telling him she had already left the airport. The driver’s expression abruptly tensed upon hearing Jin Jumo’s words; he glanced back in the rearview mirror again, only to find that the Rolls-Royce Phantom had already disappeared at some point. The driver gripped the steering wheel tightly, just about to ask Jin Jumo where she had gone, but before he could get the words out, the line went dead. In the taxi, Hao Hao sat between Jin Jumo and Jian Liangtong, his pale face full of anticipation, his big glassy black eyes bright, and his little hands rested on the seat as his two little legs swung unconsciously.