Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 229, Dissatisfied (first update)

Chapter 229: 229, Dissatisfied (first update)

The atmosphere was truly too subtle.

Chu Jin, hidden within the covers, now had everything above her neck turn a deep shade of red.

In the silent space, it seemed like her own heartbeat was the only sound.

Yet mingled within the covers was a scent uniquely his, causing Chu Jin’s ears to redden further, and she didn’t dare to even let out a breath while hiding in the covers.

Mr. Mo, looking down from above, observed the bulge in the covers and his thin lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile, "What’s there to be afraid of? You’re usually so bold. Besides, I don’t bite."

Mr. Mo’s expression was as usual, his delicate lips pressed tightly together, and the slightly stern arch of his eyebrows softened somewhat, yet it was not very clear to see; it was really hard to associate him with the emotionally out-of-control man from just a moment ago.

The one who could stabilize heaven and earth with a stroke of the pen and who could determine the universe on horseback.

That phrase couldn’t be more fitting to describe him.

The moment he spoke, Chu Jin’s face turned even redder. Her heart raced uncontrollably, and the taste of him still lingered in her mouth. She shrank into the covers without responding.

"...I fell asleep," Chu Jin finally blurted out after a long while, and immediately after, she wished she could bite off her own tongue.

Heh, what a silly, adorable girl.

At her words, Mr. Mo’s lips curved up slightly, a teasing glint flashing through his deep-set phoenix eyes. Without continuing the conversation, he turned to the wardrobe, took out a white bathrobe, and headed toward the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. The chilling water quickly engulfed his whole body, the cold mist around his pale skin blurring the handsome features of the man.

Zi had always prided himself on being beyond desires and needs, never expecting there would come a day when he could be controlled.

After the bath, Mr. Mo put on the bathrobe beside him, then tied the belt around his waist leisurely with an elegant posture, exuding a charming royal demeanor in every graceful movement.

Once he finished dressing, he didn’t rush to leave but instead opened the bathroom window, taking a box of cigarettes and a lighter from the shelf.

’Click,’ a pale blue flame sprang forth from the cold body of the lighter. The subtle scent of tobacco immediately permeated the bathroom as he slowly placed a cigarette between his lips, took a sharp drag, then half-closed his phoenix eyes, and slowly exhaled a plume of smoke.

The smoke blurred his clearly defined, stern features.

He was not someone with a heavy addiction to smoking, but ever since he met her, he found himself increasingly unable to control himself.

His gaze passed through the hazy smoke, landing on the white chiffon dress in the laundry basket. His eyes, which had slowly regained clarity, suddenly darkened again, deep as ink.

The sexy Adam’s apple involuntarily rolled twice.

The water sound, once diminished, now began to echo once again in his ears. Chu Jin frowned slightly, wondering what kind of quirk was this, needing to bathe twice?

The trickling sound of water lingered long in her ears, and Chu Jin couldn’t fall asleep while lying on her side in the bed. Fortunately, with closed eyes, her consciousness entered the Space of Purple Lightning.

The space maintained the scene from just before Zi’s upgrade, with a pile of sunflower seeds and shells on the stone table, and the IQAD set aside, its black screen now covered with a thin layer of dust.

Come to think of it, it had been several days since she last saw Zi. She hadn’t felt anything when he was around, but now that he was suddenly gone, she felt an emptiness in her heart, as if something were missing.

She wondered how Zi was doing.

Counting the days, it wasn’t many until the ten-day limit, and she really anticipated the day she would meet him.

She wondered if Zi would transform from an adorable little kid into a graceful, handsome young man after the upgrade.

Chu Jin leisurely strolled around the space before sitting down to meditate and practice her mental technique.

By the time Mr. Mo came out of the bathroom, the girl on the bed was already breathing evenly, seemingly fast asleep.

There was a simple mini bar outside the bedroom, with a high-end mahogany liquor cabinet filled with rows of precious and rare wines.

Mr. Mo lengthened his stride toward the bar outside. His pale, slender fingers effortlessly pulled open the door of the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of 1907 Heidsieck & Co. Monopole "Silent Ship" champagne.

As soon as the cork was free from the bottleneck, a rich, lingering, and intoxicating aroma of wine immediately filled the room.

The lamps were unlit in the outer room, and the cool moonlight fell evenly on the man’s figure, casting a lustrous, cold light upon his sharp, distinct profile.

He appeared even more noble and aloof.

The man walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, holding a wine glass in his hand, which he gently swirled twice, causing the amber liquid to ripple in circles.

In the end, it was unclear whether the person was intoxicated by the alcohol, or the alcohol was intoxicated by the person.

**

In another room, the Mo family’s matriarch’s quarters.

"Sister, do you think what we’re doing will succeed?" Tong Zhi looked towards the Mo family’s matriarch with a mysterious smile tugging at her lips.

Upon hearing this, the matriarch put down her Buddha Beads, "You are well aware of Mo Zhixuan’s character; those two will definitely not have any substantial physical relationship. Regardless, this can help foster the affection between the young couple."

"That’s not necessarily true," Tong Zhi said, her smile undimmed, "Sister, think about it, there’s only one bed in Zhixuan’s room. When you have a man and a woman alone together, it’s perfectly normal for sparks to fly, isn’t it?"

After all, there was only one bed, and someone as proud as Mo Zhixuan couldn’t possibly sleep on the floor, right?

Besides, she hadn’t left any extra blankets for them.

"Don’t get carried away," the matriarch glanced at Tong Zhi and promptly shattered her fantasy, "Before they’re married, Zhixuan won’t lay a finger on Jin."

The matriarch was all too aware of her son’s disposition; at times like these, he would neither force himself nor take advantage of vulnerability.

Moreover, the girl was still in high school.

"Sister, that’s where you’re mistaken. Young people nowadays are quite open," Tong Zhi said with a knowing air, "It’s not like back in our day, when we hadn’t even seen our partner’s face before we married and had children. Besides, Zhixuan and Jin are both so young and sharing the same bed, with a beautiful woman in his arms. I refuse to believe Zhixuan can control himself."

Although the matriarch too wished her son would develop a substantial relationship with his future bride, she knew all too well it was impossible.

"Who says they will definitely sleep on the same bed?" The matriarch looked up at Tong Zhi, "If you don’t believe it, go and see for yourself. Zhixuan is certainly lying on the couch right now."

Upon hearing this, Tong Zhi stood up excitedly, slapping her head in annoyance, "How could I forget that! If only I had arranged for someone to remove the sofa from Zhixuan’s room earlier! Ah..."

The matriarch laughed softly, "Alright, alright, we should let the young people handle their own affairs. As elders, we shouldn’t interfere too much. The ship will straighten itself when it reaches the bridge. From what I can see, Zhixuan has truly taken a liking to her. Besides, Jin is destined to be a daughter-in-law of the Mo family; she won’t be able to escape."

She had never seen Mo Zhixuan that earnest about any other woman before. It seemed this time he had made a good choice.

The contentment was evident in the matriarch’s smile.

She would be able to see her son find a companion in her lifetime.

"Sister," Tong Zhi continued, "there’s something I want to ask you about."

Mrs. Tong became unusually serious.

"Yes, go ahead," the matriarch encouraged, her demeanor equally solemn.

"Sister," Tong Zhi spoke cautiously, "given that Jin can play the Konghou and invoke the mystical ’Dancing Dragon and Phoenix,’ does that not mean that the prophecy once spread across the three realms is true?"

At those words, the matriarch frowned slightly, clearly reminded of the ancient prophecy that had circulated throughout the three realms.

When the mystical sight emerges, the dragon and phoenix dance.

The phoenix reigns over all, uniting the three realms.

"If that’s the case, then the fewer people who know about what happened tonight, the better," the matriarch said, looking earnestly at Tong Zhi.

Tong Zhi nodded in agreement, "That’s true, but the tricky part is, Gan Mingxie was there tonight too. Even if we could keep it from the other two realms, the Underworld would certainly know."