Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 197 The World is Vast (First Update)

Chapter 197: 197 The World is Vast (First Update)

Upon hearing this, Chu Jin’s card shuffling hands paused, then with a beautiful reversal, she gathered all the Tarot cards floating above the table into her palm, fluid in motion, completing the action in one go.

Song Shiqin watched her skilled movements, a trace of peculiarity flickering in the depths of his dark pupils.

Chu Jin calmly placed the Tarot cards in her hand neatly on the table. Her hands were clean, her fingers long and slender, as delicate as spring onions, with distinct joints. Against the blue cards, the contrast was particularly pleasing to the eye.

These were probably the most beautiful and softest hands Song Shiqin had ever seen. Previously in the military camp, he was surrounded by rough men whose hands were coarse from years of handling guns.

After returning to the Capital City, he had seen many socialites with well-maintained hands, their nails painted with colorful designs. Nice to look at, indeed, but that was all, lacking any depth, and not even close to one ten-thousandth of this woman’s.

Only after doing all this did Chu Jin raise her head nonchalantly, as if she didn’t expect the person to be Song Shiqin. She paused briefly before saying, "Mr. Song."

She then revealed a slight curve at the corner of her lips.

The curve was so faint that before Song Shiqin could catch it, it had disappeared from her lips.

Song Shiqin nodded politely, slowly uttering two words, "It’s me."

His tone was low and mellow, much like the man himself, with a sense of rigor and oppression.

It was the habitual sternness of a military officer.

To any guest who arrives, Chu Jin gestured towards the stool opposite her, "Please sit."

"Thank you." Song Shiqin sat down on the short stool in front of him.

Song Shiqin could also be considered a tall man, and with his naturally solid military presence, no matter how you looked at it, he seemed out of place at this simple stall.

His seemingly casual posture exuded an imposing aura not to be underestimated, forcibly adding a touch of class to the humble stall.

The little lolita next to them watched Song Shiqin very warily—trouble brewing, Daddy’s arch-enemy number one had appeared!

Poor Daddy had yet to make an appearance, and yet his rivals were already coming in droves.

The little lolita’s big, clear eyes spun around twice, and then she clambered onto Chu Jin’s lap to sit down, huffing and puffing.

Resting her chin in her hands, she stared motionlessly at Song Shiqin.

She had to keep a close watch on this strange uncle and defend her position in Brother Jin’s heart.

Song Shiqin sat down unhurriedly and offered the little girl a very friendly smile, initiating contact by saying, "Hello, Pengpeng, we meet again."

The little girl was astounded!

Hey!

How did this strange uncle know she was called Pengpeng?

Last time, she clearly told him she was called Brother Peng.

Not good, the strange uncle’s IQ is surprisingly high, Daddy might be in danger.

"Uncle, hello, you should call me Brother Peng," the little girl corrected.

Song Shiqin calling the little girl Brother Peng?

Chu Jin was shocked by the little girl’s words. Who was Song Shiqin?

The youngest General in China, a supreme commander of the armed forces!

How could he possibly address a child as ’brother’?

Chu Jin smiled apologetically at Song Shiqin, "Kids say the darndest things, I hope Mr. Song won’t mind."

The little girl pouted unhappily, "But I am Brother Peng..."

Song Shiqin, unconcerned, replied, "It’s fine, the little sister is very cute."

How could he actually take issue with a child?

That would be utterly ungentlemanly.

Little sister?

Now, the little lolita was displeased; it felt to her like this uncle was taking advantage of her daddy.

So, she lifted her head and said to Song Shiqin, "Uncle, you should just call me Pengpeng."

Song Shiqin smiled gently at the little girl, "Alright," then pulled out a cellphone from his pocket and handed it to Chu Jin, "This is your phone."

Ever since the accidental meeting with Chu Jin at the night market, Song Shiqin had casually carried her phone with him.

To think, today he’d really encounter Chu Jin again.

At those words, the little girl’s wariness intensified. How did Brother Jin’s cellphone end up in this strange uncle’s hands?

Could a phone just randomly show up in a man’s hands?

Could it be...

The little girl’s big, clearly-defined black and white eyes stealthily took a couple of turns between the two people.

Before Chu Jin could reach out to receive it, the little girl quickly grabbed the phone that Song Shiqin had passed over, thanking him like a little adult.

"Thank you, Uncle, for keeping my future mommy’s phone safe. When I have the time, I will definitely ask my daddy to treat you to a meal."

Future mommy?

Song Shiqin’s brows furrowed slightly, recalling that during their last encounter at the night market, the little girl had said the same thing.

Could it be that she really already had...

With that thought, a tinge of displeasure began to rise in his heart.

It shouldn’t be the case, as she said last time, this was just a little sister from her family.

Maybe it was just a child’s mischief.

"No need to be polite," Song Shiqin said to the little girl impassively, "Thanking someone is more sincere when done personally. Don’t you think so, Miss Chu?"

As he said the last sentence, Song Shiqin shifted his gaze to Chu Jin. Their eyes met, but he did not detect any hint of unusual emotions in her’s, which slightly relieved him.

The warm sun cast a gentle yellow light, and the person bathed in the sunlight seemed to be coated with a layer of gold, appearing serene and ethereally beautiful.

Her peach blossom-like eyes shimmered with light, clear and transparent as if they could draw one in at any moment.

Song Shiqin shifted his gaze away somewhat unnaturally and cleared his throat with a light cough against his fist.

Chu Jin took the phone from the little girl and casually placed it on the table, her tone indifferent, "Mr. Song is right. When there is time, I will definitely invite Mr. Song for a drink. Thank you for making the trip today."

"It’s no trouble," Song Shiqin quickly regained his composed demeanor, "I was just passing by here,"

His voice remained as low and steady as always, like a well-aged wine—rich and pleasant to the ear.

As he finished speaking, Song Shiqin’s gaze fell on the Tarot cards on the table, his pupils contracting slightly.

He had been paying too much attention to those beautiful hands and hadn’t noticed the overly familiar patterns on these cards.

What material were they made of?

They had such great power to leave such a deep impression.

Seeing his puzzled expression, Chu Jin took the initiative to explain, "These are Tarot cards, used for divination."

Song Shiqin arched a brow, "Divination? Miss Chu, you’re so young, yet you’re familiar with this?"

His implication was clear: How could someone so young engage in deceiving people?

Even though Song Shiqin had worked with her and was aware of her capabilities, he still did not believe she had any prophetic abilities.

How could there truly be Prophets in this world?

If such Prophets existed, then there wouldn’t be so much turmoil happening across the globe every year.

Moreover, as the daughter of a distinguished family, why would she be so openly engaging in... such activities on the street?

Could it be that she was hiding some unspeakable difficulties?

Chu Jin was not offended by his insinuation, merely responding coolly, "I know just a bit, enough to make Mr. Song laugh."

"Does Miss Chu believe in this? Do you really think people can have the power of foresight?" Song Shiqin continued to inquire.

Chu Jin smiled faintly and countered, "Why not believe? The world is vast and mysterious, and there is even more that cannot be explained by science. I hope Mr. Song does not harbor prejudices against certain professions."

Song Shiqin had expected Chu Jin to have some other excuse, but she spoke candidly.

Most people with a bit of sense wouldn’t promote superstitious beliefs to a soldier.

He wondered if the young girl was deliberately trying to attract his attention or if she actually possessed some real skills.

It had to be said that this young girl was full of unsolved mysteries.

Song Shiqin chuckled, then said, "In that case, could I trouble Miss Chu to do a reading for me as well?"

Chu Jin gave a slight nod, "Of course, but I do charge for my services."

She was not one to be soft or courteous with someone like Song Shiqin, who was a prime target.

Song Shiqin arched a brow, "That is only natural."

Song Shiqin had originally thought Chu Jin would decline his request, as it wouldn’t be wise to try to dupe a military man.

Could she really be versed in the occult arts?

Occult arts?

The thought made a glint of amusement flash across Song Shiqin’s eyes.

It seemed he had really been charmed by the young girl, to the point of entertaining the idea that such ludicrous things could exist.

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