Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 227 This is my room (in the middle of the night)

Chapter 227: 227 This is my room (in the middle of the night)

Tong Zhi turned her head, chuckling, "Jin, I didn’t know you were coming, so the room isn’t fully prepared—it’s a bit rudimentary. I hope you won’t mind."

Chu Jin looked around and said, "Aunt Tong, you’re being too formal. I think this room is very nice, I like it a lot."

Her tone was sincere, without any hint of insincerity. She truly liked the room—its simplicity, lack of clutter, and comfort.

It was her ideal bedroom.

"Then I’m relieved," Tong Zhi said with a relieved smile, then led Chu Jin to a door, and introduced, "This is the bathroom. I’ve prepared some new toiletries for you. Go ahead and take a bath. I’ll go downstairs and see if the clothes prepared for you have been brought up."

Chu Jin nodded, "Alright, I’ll trouble you then, Aunt Tong."

"It’s no trouble at all, silly child. Don’t be so polite with me." Tong Zhi smiled warmly, patting Chu Jin’s shoulder, "Go take your bath, I’ll be right back. It’s getting late."

After speaking, Tong Zhi left the room with a smile, even thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

Watching Tong Zhi’s retreating figure, Chu Jin touched her nose with some confusion.

Why did she feel like Aunt Tong was acting a bit strangely tonight?

Could it be her imagination?

The sound of Aunt Tong’s footsteps faded, and Chu Jin slowly withdrew her gaze.

She turned and entered the bathroom, ran the hot water, slipped out of her white dress, and lay in the bathtub, soaking comfortably.

In the summer, she always washed her hair every evening, so after her bath, wrapped in a bath towel, she washed her hair as well.

The bathroom was hazy with steam, the sound of running water occasional breaking the silence.

After washing her hair, Chu Jin opened the bathroom door, drying her hair as she stepped out.

At the same time, footsteps sounded outside the door.

’Tap tap tap—’

The sound was crisp, entering her ears clearly as Chu Jin dried her hair in front of the mirror.

She didn’t think much of it, assuming Aunt Tong had brought her clothes.

The next second.

’Click—’

The sound of the doorknob turning, followed by the door closing, footfalls approaching but suddenly pausing halfway.

Busy with her hair and without turning around, Chu Jin said, "Aunt Tong, you’re back so soon? Just put the clothes there, I’ll come and get them in a moment."

Having said that, Chu Jin put down the towel and turned around.

And then, she froze upon seeing the visitor.

They locked eyes in the silence, where only the sound of uneven breathing could be heard.

They both seemed stunned.

Chu Jin just stood there, the red string around her neck contrasting against her pale skin—not jarring in the slightest, yet strikingly eye-catching amidst the white.

Mo Zhixuan looked at the Chu Jin before him, his heart skipping several beats, almost convincing himself he was hallucinating.

The words of Mrs. Mo still echoed in his ears, bringing a sense of clarity to his heart.

"How did you get in here?" Chu Jin was the first to speak, breaking the slightly awkward silence.

Hearing the girl’s clear voice, Mo Zhixuan quickly came to his senses, covering his mouth with his fist to cough lightly, "This is my room."

Was it so strange for him to return to his own room?

Upon hearing this, Chu Jin looked up at him, startled. "Is this your room?"

Wasn’t it agreed that this room was prepared for her?

How did it become Mo Zhixuan’s?

Hey! What about the trust between people?

No wonder Aunt Tong’s behavior was so strange just now, and she kept urging her to take a bath.

...Awkward! So damn awkward!

Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly. Although his heart was tumultuous, his face remained as calm as ever, his expression tight. He reassured her, "You don’t need to be nervous, just feel safe to stay here tonight, I’ll leave right away."

In the light, the man wore a clean, dust-free white shirt, its second button undone, revealing a sexy Adam’s apple. His sleeves were neatly rolled up, showing off a portion of strong, pale forearms and a low-key wristwatch, his thin lips almost pressed into a straight line.

The bright light cast on his side profile made him look noble and cool.

He emitted an aura of a ruler who looked down upon the world.

Chu Jin stared at the man in front of her, momentarily lost.

Before she could react, Mo Zhixuan began to walk toward the door.

Watching his retreating figure, Chu Jin breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The man had just reached the door when his brows lifted slightly. He stretched out his hand to the doorknob, and as expected, it was within his anticipation.

Spiritual Power had been used to reinforce the door from the inside out, making it utterly immovable, let alone leaving.

Without thinking, he knew this was the handiwork of Aunt Tong and Old Madam Mo.

Unable to open the door, Mo Zhixuan had no choice but to walk back into the room. The corners of his cool lips barely lifted.

Although they took it upon themselves to lock him and her in this room, he didn’t seem to be as angry as he had imagined.

In fact, there was even a hint of anticipation.

"You, why have you come back?" Seeing the man walk back in, Chu Jin’s heart, which had slowly calmed down, picked up again. She subconsciously wrapped the towel tighter around herself, watching the approaching man with vigilance, "It’s getting late, I’m going to sleep, why aren’t you going back to your room to sleep?"

Mo Zhixuan glanced at the girl in front of him, suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and said indifferently, "The door lock is broken, I can’t get out."

"The lock is broken?" Chu Jin frowned slightly. How could a perfectly good lock be broken? With Mr. Mo’s abilities, an ordinary door lock couldn’t possibly trouble him.

Could there be another trick at play here?

Thinking this, Chu Jin quickly walked toward the door.

Watching the girl’s departing figure, Mr. Mo remained leisurely seated on the sofa, not moving a muscle.

Chu Jin reached the door, placed her hand on the doorknob, and just as Mr. Mo had said, the lock was broken, completely immovable. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she flicked her fingertips, and instantly, purple electricity coiled around her fingers and the doorknob, to no avail—the sturdy wooden door remained unaffected.

Chu Jin sighed lightly, then pulled out a Tarot card from the space of purple lightning and inserted it into the door gap, trying to manipulate the lock. Unfortunately, the wooden door still showed no response.

After trying many methods without success, Chu Jin had no choice but to retire back into the room.

Watching the girl come in, Mo Zhixuan slightly raised his gaze, asking knowingly, "How is it? Could you open the door?"

"I couldn’t open it," Chu Jin responded, somewhat defeated, "What do we do now? Maybe you could call someone to fix it?"

Mo Zhixuan struggled to resist the urge to smoke, his eyes darkening slightly, "My phone isn’t with me, how about you try calling?"

Chu Jin instinctively touched her nose, saying with some embarrassment, "...My phone isn’t with me either."

With both of them in the same room, it was inevitably a bit awkward...