Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 18 - 018 Who’s the silly child?

Chapter 18: 018 Who’s the silly child?

Mo Zhixuan’s eyes were deep, and for the first time, he felt a strong curiosity towards an ordinary person.

However, she could hardly be considered ordinary.

How could anyone related to the name Mo Zhixuan be considered ordinary?

Mo Zhixuan stood there for a long while until that slender figure had completely disappeared before he finally withdrew his gaze.

Looking down, he saw the table and stool she had abandoned, and Mo Zhixuan couldn’t help but curve his lips into a smile—she sure had spirit.

It had to be said, Chu Jin brought him one surprise after another.

Moreover, he faintly sensed a trace of ’special ability’ emanating from her.

No matter how you looked at it, this didn’t seem like someone who had been a waste for 18 years.

"Mr. Mo," Li Hanjiang hurried over, panting, "The old master of the Zhao family’s birthday banquet is at the Imperial Court Hotel at 7 pm. Are we still going?"

The Zhao family had sent him an invitation before, but he hadn’t paid much attention to it, tossing it aside without even a glance. The Zhao family was like an ant in his presence; he simply didn’t care for such a small household.

Unexpectedly, today, Mr. Mo suddenly brought up the matter, and from the way he spoke, it seemed he intended to personally attend the Zhao family’s banquet, which took him by surprise.

The Zhao family was significant enough to warrant Mr. Mo’s personal visit to offer birthday congratulations?

Li Hanjiang really couldn’t figure it out.

"Yes, we’ll go," Mo Zhixuan said slowly as he lit a cigarette, then added, "Under your name."

Having followed him for so long, Li Hanjiang naturally understood what Mo meant and didn’t ask any more questions, just nodded, "Alright, I’ll have my assistant arrange it later."

It was now 4:30 pm, still early.

Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly, his eyes half-closed, making it difficult to discern the expression hidden within, his thin cool lips exhaling smoke, his entire demeanor exuding nobility and aloofness.

Li Hanjiang thought, how could such a favored son of the heavens be branded with the label ’devil’?

If those outside knew that the ’devil’ in their eyes had such a celestial appearance, they would probably go mad, wouldn’t they?

Mo Zhixuan snuffed out the cigarette butt and pointed at the tables and stools on the ground, "Take these back to the car," he said, and then added, "And send them directly to Phoenix Garden."

Phoenix Garden was his private residence.

Li Hanjiang’s gaze followed Mo’s pointing finger to the tables and stools on the ground.

They were just two ordinary folding stools and a folding table, covered with a black tablecloth with striking letters on it.

’Ancestral Fortune-Telling, predict the future, inquire about later affairs, expel evil spirits, sincerity brings efficacy.’

Li Hanjiang swallowed nervously. When had Mr. Mo started dealing in this business?

’Ancestral Fortune-Telling?’

Could it be that Mr. Mo’s ancestors were fortune-tellers?

Li Hanjiang felt utterly flabbergasted.

As Li Hanjiang was packing up the tables and stools, thinking to himself, a black mobile phone slid off the tablecloth and hit the ground with a ’clatter.’

Li Hanjiang turned pale with fright and immediately picked up the phone. Fortunately, it wasn’t broken.

He then stood up and handed the phone to Mo Zhixuan, "Mr. Mo, your phone."

"Phone?" Mo Zhixuan glanced at the phone handed over to him, a faint smile curving the corners of his mouth, before he slipped the phone into his pocket.

Mr. Mo was smiling?

The millennial ice was smiling?

Li Hanjiang rubbed his eyes in disbelief. When he opened them again, the man who had been standing before him was gone.

**

Chu Jin walked while chatting with Zi.

Sitting on a stone bench with a face full of grievance, Zi said, "Jin, I’m so bored..."

"Bored?" Chu Jin raised an eyebrow, "If you’re bored, just scroll through your friends’ circle, browse some microblogs, and you’ll discover the world is still a beautiful place."

"Sigh!" Zi let out a deep sigh.

"Jin, bro," Zi said with a face full of ingratiating smile, "haven’t you noticed something different about me now?"

"Different?" Chu Jin smiled, "... have you grown taller?"

Zi shook her head, disheartened, "No, that’s not it."

"... have you gotten fairer?"

Zi continued to shake her head.

"Oh," Chu Jin stretched her word, pretending to have an epiphany.

Seeing this, Zi’s eyes immediately brightened, filled with anticipation as she looked at her.

"You’ve changed your belly cover!" I remember it was red yesterday, but today it has turned light red.

As soon as she finished speaking, the brightness in Zi’s eyes instantly dimmed, "... Jin, bro, you really don’t love me anymore!"

Chu Jin: "..."

Zi hopped off the bench, speaking somewhat aggrievedly, "Jin, bro, didn’t you notice that I haven’t eaten sunflower seeds for 30 minutes now?"

"Pfft!" Chu Jin laughed.

After such a big fuss, it turned out to be about this, "There, there, I’ll buy you some soon."

Upon hearing the word ’buy’, Zi’s entire demeanor revived, "I want the five-spice flavor."

"Got it," Chu Jin nodded. While talking, her gaze fell upon a small antiques stall in the corner.

Amidst a pile of various items large and small, a little object emitting a pale green light seemed particularly eye-catching.

Naturally, Zi also noticed her peculiar expression and quickly looked in the direction of her gaze.

Just with a glance, Zi said, "A jade ring from the Song Dynasty; it’s a nice piece."

"From the Song Dynasty?" Chu Jin squinted her eyes, "Are you sure?"

Zi folded her arms, "I wouldn’t lie to you; there are no seeds for me if I do."

From what she could remember, her grandfather seemed to like these antique trinkets, and in the memories of her previous life, her grandfather was indeed very kind to her.

For her grandfather’s birthday party, she couldn’t show up empty-handed. Thinking like this, Chu Jin walked over to the stall, glanced briefly at all the items on the table, and found that aside from the jade ring shining with light, the rest were fairly ordinary.

Chu Jin picked up the jade ring directly. Perhaps because it had been placed there too long, the jade ring’s surface was covered with a layer of darkened material, obscuring its natural color and patterns.

"Boss, how much for this?"

The vendor, a slightly overweight middle-aged man, looked up at Chu Jin when he heard her voice.

Seeing that the customer was only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, the light in his beady eyes dimmed immediately. He lazily glanced at the ring in Chu Jin’s hand.

This ring was given to him as a freebie by the vendor when he bought these fake antiques wholesale. It was obviously a fake, and after being displayed at his stall for more than a year, nobody had even asked about it.

"Two thousand, non-negotiable," the vendor replied indifferently, not really expecting the young girl to actually buy it.

"Two thousand?" Chu Jin raised her eyebrow. For an item from the Song Dynasty, two thousand wasn’t expensive. She nodded her head, pulled out her wallet, and handed twenty notes to the vendor.

Holding the red bills in his hand, the vendor stared blankly at Chu Jin as she turned and left. It took him a while to come back to his senses, and he shook his head slightly, sighing.

"Ah! Some family’s foolish child..." Spending two thousand just to buy a pitch-black worthless thing.