Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 162 The surgery was very successful (second update)

Chapter 162: 162 The surgery was very successful (second update)

She had never been interested in such matters, and moreover, she had enough trust in Lu Zhenglin.

Most of the time, Chu Jin only provided plans and funding, seldom getting involved in the company’s affairs, acting as a hands-off boss.

What surprised Qin Zhenglin was that, not only was Chu Jin’s mind nimble and her thinking rigorous, the solutions she provided were also perfect, without a single flaw.

Sometimes, when her curious colleagues asked who the mastermind boss was, Qin Zhenglin would casually find an excuse to brush them off.

If those people knew that the enigmatic and incredibly talented boss they spoke of was actually an 18-year-old girl, they would probably be devastated.

Her demeanor was nothing like that of an 18-year-old.

At times, Qin Zhenglin even doubted his own intelligence; he had lived more than thirty years and yet his insight couldn’t match that of a girl who had just come of age.

"By the way," Qin Zhenglin continued, "Chu, I’ve been thinking, why don’t we call our company’s official website theking? What do you think of this name?"

"King?" Chu Jin narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled, "Sure, it’s a powerful name. Then let’s name the company Honor of Kings Network Technology Co., Ltd."

Not long after, Honor of Kings Network Technology Co., Ltd gradually entered the public eye, and its reputation began to grow.

Everyone knew that a mysterious big BOSS was behind King, but no one knew who this enigmatic big BOSS actually was.

It was said that the mysterious BOSS hadn’t even attended the opening day of the company, which made King appear even more mysterious in the eyes of outsiders.

However, King did preserve a beautiful tradition: each year on Thanksgiving and Mid-Autumn Festival, they would donate a large number of supplies to local orphanages in Capital City and some impoverished mountain areas.

**

Meanwhile, in Goryeo Nation.

Inside a renowned international plastic surgery hospital.

Inpatient department.

In a luxurious VIP ward, a woman in a hospital gown lay on the bed.

Her face was wrapped in bandages, securely covering even her eyes, with two transparent tubes inserted in her mouth, she looked like an immobile mummy.

If not for the beating heart monitor nearby, one might not believe she was alive.

There was also a fresh bouquet of lilies by the bedside.

A well-dressed middle-aged woman stood by the window of the ward, her face adorned with delicate makeup. First, she glanced at the woman on the bed and sighed deeply.

Then, she picked up her cellphone and dialed a number, "Hello, it’s me."

Upon hearing the other side, the middle-aged woman continued, "The surgery was very successful, you can rest assured, the surgeon was the most famous Doctor Zhao from Goryeo Nation."

"By the way, have all those photos been bought over? Including the negatives?"

"Good, that puts my mind at ease."

"Not yet, Doctor Zhao said that this kind of surgery would need at least three months to reduce swelling and recover, and moreover, the facial features can only be preserved to a degree of seventy to eighty percent similarity. If we want an exact match, we’ll need to rely on makeup."

"I know, we’ll see in three months, I promise you’ll have an unexpected surprise."

With that, the middle-aged woman hung up the call and looked towards the figure on the bed, a strange smile creeping across her lips.

Suddenly, the fingers of the woman on the bed twitched slightly, and her mouth, unclearly, uttered, "Mom... thirsty..."

**

Elsewhere at Zhao Group.

Ai Lin hurriedly made her way to Zhao Yiling’s office without pausing for breath.

Seeing the visitor, Zhao Yiling stood up excitedly, "Miss Ai Lin, why have you come?"

Hadn’t she arranged to meet with Mo Qianjue in the afternoon? Why had Ai Lin come early?

Ai Lin’s expression was somewhat indifferent as she swept a glance over the other three employees in the office, "Miss Zhao, there are some things I’d like to talk to you about alone."

Knowing that Ai Lin was Mo Qianjue’s assistant, Zhao Yiling did not dare take her lightly.

Upon hearing this, she turned to the three people and said, "You all can leave now."

"Very well, Manager," upon hearing that, the three people immediately took the files and quickly left.

In the spacious office, only Ai Lin and Zhao Yiling remained.

Ai Lin pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Zhao Yiling, getting straight to the point, "Miss Zhao, I know everything, you are not the person who saved our president’s life."

Upon hearing this, a slight change came over Zhao Yiling’s face, but she quickly regained her composure, "Miss Ai Lin, what do you mean by that? Mr. Mo has already acknowledged me as his life saver, could there still be a mistake?"

Ai Lin’s lips curled into a slight smile, "Then would Miss Zhao please tell me about the process of saving our president that day? What kind of injuries did he sustain? And how did you save him?"

"Why should I tell you these details?" Zhao Yiling clearly lacked confidence.

This made it almost certain for Ai Lin that Zhao Yiling was not the chief’s real lifesaver.

Her heart grew even more panicked—if the chief’s lifesaver was not Zhao Yiling, then there was only one other person left.

That person everyone called a good-for-nothing.

If the chief discovered the truth, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Most importantly, the chief was currently helping Zhao Yiling in her attempt to acquire Chu Group!

If at this time the chief discovered it was her own oversight that led him to recognize the wrong person, with his methods, her own fate would be miserable!

Since the chief had already recognized the wrong person, why not let this mistake continue indefinitely?

With that thought, Ai Lin’s lips curled with a hint of a smile, "Miss Zhao, there’s no need to be nervous, I came here today to help you."

Zhao Yiling narrowed her eyes slightly, "What do you mean? I don’t understand. I am indeed your president’s lifesaver, so please don’t spout nonsense here. Be careful or I’ll tell your president, and he definitely will not spare you!"

Mo Qianjue must have recognized the wrong person because she bore some similarity to the person who really saved him.

Thus, she was not worried at all about Mo Qianjue doubting her.

Moreover, Mo Qianjue had not realized she was an impostor back at Jun Ao; given her intelligence, Mo Qianjue would definitely not find out she was fake in the future.

Ai Lin looked into Zhao Yiling’s eyes and said.

"Miss Zhao, I am here to help you. The president is still unaware of this matter; if you want to escalate things, it’ll be no good for you. Fake will always be fake; do you really think our president is a fool? This afternoon, our president will meet with you, and he will surely ask about the details of how you saved him, and also, our president once gave a token to the person who saved him. May I ask, do you have that token?"

With Ai Lin’s words, Zhao Yiling’s heart began to crumble little by little.

If Mo Qianjue really did start asking, she knew nothing at all.

"What makes you think I should trust you?" Zhao Yiling looked at Ai Lin.

The corners of Ai Lin’s mouth lifted slightly, "Because I know who the person who really saved the president is!"

"Why on earth would you help me for no reason?" Zhao Yiling leaned back into the sofa, her expression much more relaxed than before, now that Ai Lin had learned she wasn’t Mo Qianjue’s real lifesaver.

Why wouldn’t she go to Mo Qianjue and reveal the truth?

Instead, she came here, repeatedly saying she wanted to help her.

There was only one possibility: if Mo Qianjue found out she was not his real lifesaver, Ai Lin would definitely not fare well either.

Otherwise, why would she be so eager to help her?

With this in mind, Zhao Yiling no longer felt the slightest bit nervous—she knew Ai Lin was on the same side as her.

With Ai Lin, such a capable and helpful ally, she need not worry about Mo Qianjue discovering she wasn’t his savior anymore.

Zhao Yiling picked up a cup and took a delicate sip of water, her posture graceful, "Actually, Miss Ai Lin, you’re also helping yourself, aren’t you? After all, we two are now grasshoppers on the same string."

Ai Lin did not expect Zhao Yiling to analyze the situation so thoroughly in such a short time.

No wonder she previously managed to make the chief mistakenly believe she was his lifesaver.

She was indeed a person with potential. Since Zhao Yiling was clever, that would make Ai Lin’s plan much easier to implement.

As long as Zhao Yiling remained smart, the chief would never find out the truth.

Ai Lin’s lips curled slightly, "Miss Zhao is indeed clever. However, I hope you will remain so. That way, the president won’t discover your slip-ups. And one last thing, be careful of that cousin in your family."