Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 182 Do you have a conscience? (Second update)

Chapter 182: 182 Do you have a conscience? (Second update)

He felt something unusual originating from somewhere beneath him.

Chu Jin dared not move any longer, her cheeks turning red like a ripe apple.

Fortunately, upon exiting the car, Mr. Mo did not trouble her but simply held her hand as they entered the hospital together.

The two of them.

One with features as exquisite as a painting, with rosy lips and white teeth, her eyes shimmering like peach blossoms in the light, radiating an orchid’s grace from a quiet valley, captivating to all who beheld her.

The other with sharp, clear-cut facial features, noble and tall like a jade statue, radiating a cold, lofty presence, his aura powerful enough to invoke awe.

Together, they formed an exceptionally beautiful pair that attracted the gazes of many as they walked by.

"You rest here for a bit," Mo Zhixuan led her to a blue chair in the waiting area, "I’ll go queue up for registration."

Chu Jin nodded gently, "Okay."

Actually, a single phone call from Mo Zhixuan would have the hospital director personally come out to greet them.

But he did not do so.

When it came to her matters, no matter how trivial, he didn’t want to rely on anyone else, nor did he wish for any special treatment.

Since he had already missed her past,

Then her future, he was determined to accompany her to the end.

It was a Sunday, and the hospital was crowded, noisy.

"I’m sorry Xiaoxiao, wait for me a moment," Zuo Lingxiang stuffed the report into her roommate’s hand, her gaze fixating towards the waiting area with eyes that seemed laced with venom.

Indeed, life is full of unexpected encounters; to think she would bump into Chu Jin here.

How could she appear in a place like this?

Zuo Lingxiang had excellent vision, and she clearly saw the palm print on Chu Jin’s face.

Could it have been from a slap by the gentleman?

A smug curve formed on Zuo Lingxiang’s lips.

"What’s the matter Lingxiang?" Zhu Xiaoxiao looked at Zuo Lingxiang, puzzled, her gaze followed where Zuo Lingxiang was looking, but saw nothing unusual, and curiously asked, "Lingxiang, what are you looking at?"

"Oh, it’s nothing," Zuo Lingxiang quickly regained her composure, "I just saw an acquaintance, and was thinking whether or not to go greet them."

"If you’ve seen an acquaintance, then go ahead and greet them; I’ll wait here for you."

Zuo Lingxiang smiled, "Let’s wait a bit more, maybe it was just my eyes playing tricks on me."

She had to see if Mr. Mo had come with her today; last time, she had offended Mr. Mo once already, and this time, she couldn’t make the same mistake again.

No matter what, Chu Jin was still his fiancée.

Even if he did actually hit her, what of it?

As long as their engagement wasn’t dissolved, then Chu Jin could still lord it over her head every day.

After all, who told her she was just the daughter of a lowly servant.

At this moment, the system that hadn’t sounded for a long time, suddenly rang out, [Ding! A daily mission has been issued: Help the old lady catch the thief and retrieve her lifesaving money! Upon completion, a reward of 6% Faith Value will be given!]

After accepting the mission, Chu Jin stood up from her seat.

She scanned the surroundings and saw that there were many people resembling old ladies, unclear which one exactly was the target.

Chu Jin narrowed her eyes slightly.

Calmly, she took out the Tarot cards from her pocket, quickly shuffled them, and held them in her hand, swiftly spreading them out before closing her eyes and drawing one.

The upright: Five of Coins.

On the card’s face, in a snowy landscape, two beggars stumble along, both lame and hunched, their clothes tattered and ragged.

They passed by a church, blind to its presence, focused solely on their journey.

A single card can have N different answers and interpretations in the face of different problems.

On this card, Chu Jin saw the weak.

A weak one not guarded against by the public.

A weak one who could garner the sympathies of the masses.

The weak? Chu Jin’s eyes slightly narrowed; quickly, an answer emerged before her.

She tucked the Tarot cards into her pocket and walked nonchalantly toward the crowd.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingxiang immediately said to her roommate, "Xiaoxiao, I’m going to the restroom. Wait for me here."

After speaking, she quickly turned and followed Chu Jin.

Intuition told her that following Chu Jin would yield unexpected gains.

Not spotting any suspects here, she turned a corner and headed towards another hall.

The hall was crowded, nearly to the point of people squeezing against each other.

Chu Jin’s gaze quickly landed on the payment queue area.

The line was long.

A white-haired, shaky old man was looking towards the long line ahead as if impatient to pay his fees.

But his hand nonchalantly reached into the pocket of an old lady standing in front of him.

His movements were skilled; he seemed to be an old hand.

The old man’s face was kindly, and his clothes were old. On the surface, he appeared to be a benign old grandfather.

But it was this seemingly gentle grandfather who was committing an act of theft, something despicable and done in secret.

Elderly people are a vulnerable group, and if one hadn’t seen it with one’s own eyes, no one would believe that an old man could do such a shameful thing.

Once she had identified her target, Chu Jin quickly walked forward.

The thieving old man had succeeded and was slowly moving out of the line, his steps faltering as he headed toward the exit.

As he approached the main entrance, the old man’s pace quickened.

Just then, Chu Jin reached the door and stretched out an arm to block the old man’s path.

"You girl, don’t you watch where you’re going? Why are you blocking my way for no reason?" the old man angrily glared at Chu Jin.

Chu Jin smiled slightly, "Old sir, I saw those little movements you made just now. Just hand over the item, and we can forget this ever happened; I won’t call the police."

Looking at the man’s age, which appeared to be 60 to 70, Chu Jin felt a bit reluctant to actually file a police report.

"What nonsense are you talking about, girl!" the old man glared furiously at Chu Jin and then pretended to be innocent, "What are you saying? I can’t hear you. I’m getting old and hard of hearing."

"So it seems you don’t want to hand it over, do you?" Chu Jin gave the old man a look and continued, "They’re both elderly, why should one make things difficult for another? The money belongs to that old lady, it’s her life-saving money. She is 73 years old, has stomach cancer, and she has lost her only child. How can you sleep at night with that kind of money?"

The old man’s lips quivered noticeably, "What, I don’t understand what you’re saying, what money? I don’t know anything about it, don’t harass an old man like me here."

After speaking, he attempted to run.

Chu Jin instinctively grabbed the old man’s arm.

To her surprise, the old man suddenly collapsed to the ground, wailing, "Assault! Assault! The young lady is beating me up!"

The hospital was already crowded, and with the old man’s cries, almost everyone heard.

As soon as people heard the words ’beat up,’ many gawked.

Voices of accusation immediately arose from the surroundings.

"What is this young girl doing? How can someone so young bully an elderly person?"

"This young lady looks decent, but she’s so malicious at heart! To beat an old person, what kind of upbringing did she have?"

Chu Jin looked at the old man on the ground, frowned slightly, and calmly said, "Everyone, please calm down. This old man just stole an old lady’s wallet, and I happened to see it. That’s why he is furiously trying to frame me by pretending to be attacked. If you don’t believe me, you can check his left pocket, there’s a black wallet in it..."

Hearing this, the onlookers’ expressions changed, and they looked at each other uncertainly.

Isn’t it commonly said online that it isn’t that old people get bad, but bad people get old?

But it’s also said online that nowadays, many unscrupulous young people bully powerless old people.

At that moment, the onlookers were torn, unsure of whose words to believe.

Seeing the onlookers’ hesitance, the old man cried even louder.

After all, the disadvantaged are the disadvantaged. Seeing the old man wailing like this, most people still sided with him.

Standing at a distance, Zuo Lingxiang’s mouth slowly curved into a pleased smile as she stepped forward into the crowd.

It was as if even the heavens were on her side.

With Mr. Mo not around this time, she was determined not to give Chu Jin a chance to turn the tables.

"She’s lying!" Zuo Lingxiang pushed through the crowd, pointed at Chu Jin, and said righteously, "I saw it with my own eyes; it was you who first laid hands on this old gentleman, and now you won’t admit it! Didn’t your teachers teach you to respect the old and care for the young? Someone like you is a scourge on society, a parasite to our country! To strike an old man, are you still human? Do you have no conscience?"