Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 210 Just So-So (Second Update)

Chapter 210: 210 Just So-So (Second Update)

However, since this old woman finally wanted to give herself a legitimate identity, she couldn’t just miss this opportunity, could she?

After pondering, Zheng Chuyi still lifted her feet and walked in the direction of the banquet hall.

Forget it, she wouldn’t hold a grudge against that old woman this time.

If she didn’t go now, the banquet would probably be over.

If she had known things would turn out this way, she should have accompanied Aunt Lan when she came to invite her.

Being invited and going there by oneself made a big difference!

Different from other days, today Zheng Chuyi wore a white one-shoulder dress, a silver diamond necklace around her neck; she wasn’t as radiant as usual, like a pearl that had lost its luster, a bit too plain and bland, making her stunning features seem unremarkable.

The extraordinary aura she usually carried had vanished without a trace along with the white dress.

If the red-dressed Zheng Chuyi was akin to a fairy of unmatched beauty, then the current white-clothed Zheng Chuyi was nothing more than an ordinary person among the masses.

It had to be said, she was better suited to fiery red.

Zheng Chuyi walked elegantly toward the banquet hall, a dignified smile on her face. Along the way, many servants nodded at her repeatedly, the peculiarity in their eyes was clearly visible.

Having been at the Mo family for so long, this was the first time they saw Miss Zheng wearing clothes other than red.

In the past, they thought Miss Zheng had the looks of a celestial being; now she seemed but so-so.

A true beauty should be able to pull off any color.

This white garment on Miss Zheng was beautiful, indeed, but soulless.

Moreover, it even seemed a bit petty.

The closer she got to the banquet hall doors, the more nervous Zheng Chuyi became.

Today was the day the Mo family matriarch would give her a proper identity; she presumed there must be many important figures present in the banquet hall by now.

The closer she got, the clearer the laughter from inside the banquet hall became.

Zheng Chuyi slightly frowned, wondering what there was to laugh about when the main character wasn’t even present.

What was so funny?

She had expected the Mo family matriarch and Mo Zhixuan to personally come to fetch her, but it turned out none of them had come; arriving by herself was somewhat embarrassing.

But since she was here, she couldn’t lose the presence she ought to have.

She was the number one beauty of the Superpower World!

A woman of destiny from high above, one with the Bloodline of Fire Bathing!

Zheng Chuyi looked at the bronze door within arm’s reach, took a deep breath, and then pushed it open...

With a ’creak,’ the ancient wooden door immediately let out a muffled sound.

All eyes at the table were drawn over.

Sensing the scrutinizing gazes of the crowd, Zheng Chuyi slightly tilted her chin up, advancing with grace, making her way inside step by step, transforming the mere meters to the banquet hall into a feeling of crossing the galaxy.

Tonight, she was destined to be the center of attention.

Jia Zhuo looked at the white-clothed woman entering through the door, squinting slightly. His features seemed somewhat familiar.

"Chuyi?" Jia Zhuo said, looking at the figure in white, somewhat surprised.

It had to be said, having come to the mundane world, the changes in Zheng Chuyi were truly vast!

If one didn’t look carefully, who would know that the person before them was that exceptional beauty who caught the gaze of millions!

The mundane world really wasn’t a good place; in just a few days, it had transformed Zheng Chuyi into this state.

No wonder Zheng Chuyi always scorned the mention of the mundane world.

So, was this the reason?

However, Jia Zhuo was still puzzled, why after so many years in the mundane world, his Ninth Brother remained unchanged, commanding an even stronger presence than before.

And Zheng Chuyi had only been here for a few days, yet already lacking the radiance of a stunning beauty.

"Jia Zhuo?" Zheng Chuyi was also somewhat surprised; her gaze was completely drawn by Jia Zhuo and the great Prince of the Underworld, Gan Mingxie, who were by his side.

She hadn’t expected that the Mo family matriarch, in order to legitimize her identity, would even invite Jia Zhuo and the great Prince of the Underworld, Gan Mingxie.

This really was too much of a surprise for her.

It seemed that her choice had not been a mistake; otherwise, she would have missed such a great opportunity tonight.

"Chuyi sister, is it really you! I thought I had seen the wrong person," Jia Zhuo said excitedly as he took Zheng Chuyi’s hand.

"It’s me," Zheng Chuyi also squeezed Jia Zhuo’s hand, then nodded politely towards Gan Mingxie beside Jia Zhuo, "Mr. Gan."

Gan Mingxie also tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes revealing no other emotion as he said indifferently, "Miss Zheng, long time no see."

He had seen this Zheng Chuyi once before in the Superpower World, where her red dress had dazzled everyone and particularly caught his eye.

But tonight, compared to that time in the Superpower World, she was quite different.

If the previous Zheng Chuyi filled him with a desire to challenge, then tonight’s Zheng Chuyi left him disinterested.

The number one beauty of the Superpower World was no more than this.

He wondered what kind of medicine the Mo family matriarch was selling in her gourd, inviting Zheng Chuyi at this time; wasn’t it obvious she was looking to stir trouble?

With the former fiancée and the current fiancée on the same stage, it looked like the Mo family was destined for a drama tonight.

Zheng Chuyi’s gaze swept gently around the table, finally landing on Mo Zhixuan, her lips curving into a shy smile.

Mo Zhixuan was earnestly peeling a large shrimp, wearing a clean, spotless white shirt, his sharply defined features slightly obscured under the crystal lights, exuding mystery and a hazy elegance, making the action of peeling shrimp look flawlessly perfect.

It was as if what he held in his hand was not a greasy shrimp, but a piece of supreme, impeccable jade.

Zheng Chuyi’s heart beat faster, thinking how wonderful it would be if he were peeling that shrimp for her.

But soon, she believed, just after tonight, she would receive that treatment.

However, the next second, reality dealt Zheng Chuyi the most fatal blow.

Her smile froze on her face.

She saw—

Mo Zhixuan placed the peeled shrimp directly into the bowl of the person beside him.

His gaze was doting, his expression tender, an expression Zheng Chuyi had never seen on his face.

Following the bowl upwards, Zheng Chuyi caught sight of a set of picturesque features; it was that lowly, vulgar person she found revolting.

Chu Jin!

How could she be here!

How could someone of such lowly bloodline be here?

Especially when tonight, the Mo family matriarch was supposed to officially acknowledge her own status, why was this lowly commoner also present?

And she was also wearing a white dress, a dress Zheng Chuyi recognized.

This dress was from a famous luxury boutique owned by the Mo family, with an eight-digit price tag. She had her eye on this particular style and had intended to buy it, only to be told that the design was a one-off by the president himself and not for sale—a discontinued rarity.

She had thought to ask Mo Zhixuan for it after some time, it was just a dress after all, would he refuse her?

But now, it was worn by this person far beneath her standing!

This dress was Mo Zhixuan’s own design!

How was she worthy? How was this commoner worthy?

For a moment, Zheng Chuyi felt a mix of emotions—painful anguish—but, in the presence of so many, she could not make a scene and had to swallow her grievances.

At this time, she must not lose her composure to that commoner.

Could it be that the true intention of the Mo family matriarch in calling both of them was to see who was more suitable for the position of the Mo family’s mistress?

This old lady really was senile, to actually make her compare herself with a commoner.

Wasn’t this an indirect insult to her?

Just with her lowly status, this commoner dared to compete for that position with her, how laughable!

Zheng Chuyi swallowed all her resentment, anger, and jealousy, making them vanish into the ether.

She raised the corners of her mouth in a dignified smile, looking up at the Mo family matriarch as if nothing had happened, and said softly, "Aunt Mo, I felt a bit unwell just now and arrived late."