Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 263 Payment and Return (Third Update)

Chapter 263: 263 Payment and Return (Third Update)

"Kids shouldn’t meddle in adults’ affairs." Mo Qianjue lifted his hand to ruffle the little girl’s head before picking up the remote and pressing the play button.

The person who had been frozen on the screen slowly lifted their chin, eyes glittering with light, and their clear voice carried through the screen into everyone’s ears.

"Since Miss Lin likes the first place so much, I might as well give it to her."

That demeanor was proud enough, and cold enough.

After speaking, they turned and walked away.

Seeing that there was no more footage of her on the TV, Mo Qianjue also stood up from the couch and walked towards the upstairs.

The little girl immediately called out to Mo Qianjue’s departing figure, "Daddy, are you still going to chase after Brother Jin or not? If you don’t chase him soon, he’s going to become someone else’s wife."

Mo Qianjue didn’t speak, the ink color in his delicate phoenix eyes growing deeper.

Step by step, he walked upstairs.

The plain white robe outlined his tall and upright figure, like a jade tree.

His silhouette, perfect as if it were from a celestial being descended from the heavens.

But just one silhouette could make people daydream for half a day.

The title of Unparalleled Son wasn’t for nothing.

**

In Class Ten’s classroom.

"Alright, everyone quiet down," the homeroom teacher, Miss Wu, walked to the front of the class, habitually tapping the chalk against the desk, and said with a smile in her eyes, "Next, I have a piece of good news to announce."

For the first time, people felt that Miss Wu was so adorable, smiling so kindly.

Ever since Miss Wu stood up for Chu Jin, they had recognized her in their hearts as not just a teacher, but more like a loving head of the family!

With this head of the family present, they feared nothing and did not worry about suffering any grievances.

Upon hearing that there was good news, everyone was very excited to speak up.

Even the students who usually spoke the least opened their mouths.

"Teacher, what’s the good news?"

"Ah! Teacher, does it mean we don’t have to write the English test tonight? And we don’t have to do Exercise Five Three either?"

"Teacher, are we getting ten days off?"

"Teacher, does it mean morning runs are canceled from now on?"

"Stop dreaming, all that is impossible!" Miss Wu mercilessly shattered their dreams, "What the teacher wants to say is, later the teacher will treat everyone, and lead you all to have hot pot. How about we have a class dinner gathering?"

After this incident, Miss Wu also grew increasingly fond of this group of almost-grown children.

She had witnessed the growth of these children with her own eyes.

At this moment, she was not just a mentor in their lives, but also their guide and family member.

Miss Wu had guided several graduating classes before, but this was the first time she felt such a strong sense of belonging to a class.

"Great."

The students almost unanimously cheered, the scene somewhat out of control, their smiles on their faces unrestrained, this was the flavor of youth.

Watching the children from above, Miss Wu nodded in satisfaction, "Since everyone agrees, let’s set off."

The class of more than fifty people wasn’t too many, but it wasn’t a few either.

More than fifty people walking together on the road, laughing and talking, all wearing uniform clothing, caused passersby to turn heads and look.

A black military Humvee raced past them, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Glancing at the rapidly passing scenery from the window, the man sitting in the backseat slightly lifted his sharply defined jaw, a flicker of light flashing across his originally calm eyes, looking back out the window for a long time before slowly withdrawing his gaze.

In the crowd, he almost immediately spotted her figure.

A student, a fortune-teller, how many more sides of her were there that he did not know about?

Seeing the man’s reaction from the rearview mirror, the driver subconsciously slowed down the vehicle and asked respectfully, "Commander, did you see an acquaintance? Should I stop the car?"

These people were all observant and attentive, constantly aware of minor details to gain their leader’s favor and promotion.

After all, who wanted to be just a driver forever?

Song Shiqin’s face showed little emotion, and upon hearing the question, he simply lifted his eyelids and said indifferently, "No need, keep driving."

The tone was light, yet tinged with an air of authority.

This was the kind of authority seen only in soldiers, as well as a kind of wildness.

A wildness that was proud and untamed, difficult to subdue.

"Yes." The driver resumed his earlier speed.

Chu Jin and his tenth class companions walked by the entrance of the Capital City Welfare Lottery Prize Claim Center, all their gazes drawn to the banner hanging at the door.

On the red banner read: ’Congratulations to our station for winning the jackpot prize of 18.889 million in the Double Color Ball lottery!’

Those passing by the prize claim center’s entrance all revealed envious expressions.

18.89 million, for the average person, meant they might not need to struggle for their entire lives.

Chu Jin looked at the banner, his lips curving into a slight arc.

This banner had been hung up three days ago; by now, that middle-aged woman brimming with good deeds must have already claimed her prize.

Good is rewarded with good; heaven never seals off all exits.

This was truly good.

Mrs. Wu was discussing with the students whether pies really do fall from the sky, just as their eyes caught sight of the banner.

Seeing the banner, a male student immediately pointed at it, saying, "Teacher, look, isn’t this a typical example of a pie falling from the sky?"

Mrs. Wu laughed and gently patted the student’s head. "Jiang Chen, you’re getting better at finding shortcuts."

Jiang Chen touched his head, his voice somewhat innocent, "Teacher, did I say something wrong? Some people might not earn this much money in their entire lives, while others easily get their hands on it. This is the unfair reality..."

Towards the end, he even sighed in a seemingly profound manner.

Mrs. Wu closed her eyes and stayed silent; after all, what Jiang Chen said wasn’t entirely unreasonable.

Hearing this, Chu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, then spoke slowly, "I always believe that you get what you put in. Often, with those who outwardly appear bright and beautiful, you never know the sacrifices and sorrows they’ve endured behind the scenes. Take this winner of the eighteen million, for instance. Maybe she’s a hardworking laborer from the lower strata, or a giver who asks for nothing in return. Everything she’s won might just be the due reward for a giver and a laborer."

Listening to Chu Jin’s words, a look of admiration appeared in Mrs. Wu’s eyes. "What Chu said is correct. Didn’t the famous educator Xu Teli once say, anyone who expects happiness without any cost is living a myth?"

Hearing Mrs. Wu’s words, everyone nodded thoughtfully.

As they chatted, Mrs. Wu led the group to a famous hotpot restaurant and stopped in front of it.

Upon entering the restaurant, a refreshing cool breeze blew over them, relaxing every cell in their bodies, bringing about a refreshing feeling.

Because it was summer, there weren’t many people eating hotpot.

Thus, the group sat down, joining tables together in the first-floor hall.

**

Elsewhere, a black military Hummer drove through the bustling downtown area and arrived at the tranquil outskirts.

Turning from the wide asphalt road onto the bumpy cement path.

The black Hummer jostled rhythmically over the uneven terrain.

They were headed for the abandoned warehouse not far ahead.

When they were a few hundred meters away from the warehouse, a clamor of barking dogs could be heard.

The closer they got, the clearer the barking became.

At first, it was just a few dogs’ barks, but soon it escalated to dozens; seemingly, they had sensed the presence of strangers and had become restless.

The vehicle slowly came to a stop beside the warehouse.

The driver was the first to get out, respectfully opening the door for Song Shiqin. As soon as the door opened, the air was filled with a strong, rank odor that assaulted the nostrils.

Song Shiqin involuntarily frowned, scanning his surroundings.

The warehouse sat among wild grasses, with a two-story building on each side. There were no villages in front or shops behind. It stood alone in the wasteland, appearing somewhat desolate.

Song Shiqin retracted his gaze, stepped towards the warehouse’s main gate, and the driver instinctively followed. Song Shiqin, however, gestured with his hand and said, "No need to follow, just wait for me in the car."

The driver nodded respectfully in agreement.

The warehouse’s large iron doors were closed, and the blue paint, eroded by rainwater, displayed rust stains.

’Bang—Bang—Bang,’

Upon hearing the knocking from outside, the middle-aged woman feeding the dogs inside showed a puzzled look on her face. She put down what was in her hands, untied her apron, and hurried toward the door.