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Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 3: Number Freak
Jin Jumo frowned, a little hesitant, "But itโs already past midnight now." Drinking coffee at this hour...
Ying Jingyao squinted, "Iโm on duty tonight, so having some coffee to stay awake." ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.๐ฐ๐ ๐ฆ
"..." Jin Jumoโs lips twitched, thinking to herself: Just because you donโt need sleep on duty, youโre not considering whether others do, right?
It was Jin Jumoโs first time at Ying Jingyaoโs office.
The layout was bright, the style simple yet elegant, not quite like a doctorโs office, more akin to a bachelorโs pad.
Ying Jingyao handed a cup of warm milk to Jin Jumo, who was sitting on the sofa.
The rich scent of milk wafted into her nose, causing Jin Jumoโs eyebrows to twitch. She reached out to take it, sipping as she looked at the black coffee in Ying Jingyaoโs hand.
Ying Jingyao sat on the sofa across from Jin Jumo, lifting his coffee to her, "What? Want some coffee?"
Jin Jumo quickly shook her head, "Iโll just have the milk."
Her eager manner caused Ying Jingyao to raise an eyebrow.
Jin Jumo took a sip of milk, still glancing curiously around the room, "Brother Ying, are all the doctorsโ offices in the hospital like this one?"
"No." Ying Jingyao replied.
Jin Jumo looked at him with curiosity.
Ying Jingyao smiled but didnโt explain why his office was different from the others.
Seeing him silent, Jin Jumo didnโt ask further.
"Are you free this Saturday?" Ying Jingyao suddenly asked.
Jin Jumo was slightly stunned, "...Is there something?"
Ying Jingyao lowered his dark eyelashes slightly, "Itโs like this, thereโs a dance event on Saturday night, and my partner suddenly canโt make it."
Ying Jingyao shrugged, looking at Jin Jumo with a bit of innocence and helplessness, "So now, Iโm in need of a dance partner."
"..." So then?
"Can you be my dance partner?" Ying Jingyao straightforwardly asked, staring at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumoโs eyelid twitched, wanting to refuse outright.
But just thinking that he was her grandfatherโs attending doctor, she couldnโt say it.
She silently lowered her head, drank some milk, slowly swallowed the fresh milk down her throat, then looked up at Ying Jingyao with innocent eyes, "Brother Ying, I canโt dance."
"I can teach you."
"...Iโm very clumsy."
"No worries, I have a lot of patience."
"..."
The last class on Friday, Jin Jumoโs phone vibrated almost in sync with the class bell.
Jin Jumoโs lips twitched slightly; she didnโt need to check the caller ID to know who it was.
Because apart from Rong Mochen, who could time things to such a precise and nearly obsessive degree, she couldnโt think of anyone else.
Jin Jumo took a breath, then answered the call, not waiting for the other party to speak, she volunteered, "I just finished class, Iโm on my way."
In Jin Jumoโs view, there was only one reason Rong Mochen would proactively call her.
Nan Jing Apartment.
Jin Jumo breathed heavily, cheeks red as ripe pomegranates from lack of oxygen, lazily looking at the handsome face close at hand with her watery eyes, voice slightly hoarse, reminding, "Mr. Rong, my waist is about to break."
Jin Jumoโs voice already carried a soft, Wu-nong accent typical of Jiangnan women, her tone cottony, with a hint of coyness.