Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 285 Am I already old (first update)

Chapter 285: 285 Am I already old (first update)

Chu Jin cracked a faint smile, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, casting a shallow shadow across her eyes. The casual and joking demeanor on her face vanished in an instant, replaced by a very serious expression.

Her red lips pursed lightly as she stared at Zi, silent.

An overwhelming aura emanated from her entire being.

Zi had never seen Chu Jin like this before.

This unfamiliar Chu Jin seemed to have eyes as sharp as ice, possessing a penetrating force.

Even without saying a word, she could make someone shiver with fear.

Zi subconsciously shrank her neck, finding this version of Chu Jin too terrifying!

"Chu Jin, don’t look at me like that, I’m scared..." Zi’s voice was tiny, with a tremble to it.

He was genuinely a bit afraid.

Chu Jin covered her mouth and yawned gently. When she looked up again, her eyes had returned to their usual laziness, as if that intense moment had been nothing but an illusion. She spoke indifferently, "Scared of what? You haven’t done anything wrong. I’m going to sleep; I’m dead tired."

As she finished speaking, her consciousness left the purple lightning space.

She left behind a bewildered Zi: "..."

This Chu Jin was too odd!

Something must have happened during the 10 days he was away.

The Garbage System beside her was already trembling in the wind.

None of this had anything to do with it!

After exiting the space, it was already past three in the morning.

Chu Jin, who was originally very sleepy, now found herself unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling with dark tides swirling in her clear eyes.

From Zi’s reaction just now, it was certain he was keeping some secret from her.

Was it related to the ancient Konghou or to the Heavenly Dao?

It seemed that her second chance at life was not as simple as Zi had said.

Mysteries within mysteries.

The fog grew thicker, obscuring the gate to the truth. Just when you finally find the gate, you discover it’s been locked.

A lock that no one can open.

But no matter what the cost, she was determined to have her revenge!

At that moment, the cell phone by her pillow lit up.

Chu Jin, who had hardly felt sleepy, quickly picked up the phone. It was a message from Mo Zhixuan.

[Does the food Aunt Zhang makes still suit your taste?]

Her brows relaxed slightly, her fair fingers swiftly tapped across the screen, quickly sending back a few words, [I like it a lot.]

The man on the other side of the screen, not expecting a reply so soon, furrowed his brows slightly.

[Why haven’t you slept yet?]

Chu Jin’s eyes narrowed slightly, the faint glow from the phone illuminating her elegant face, casting a translucent, jade-like light.

[Going to sleep right now!]

Soon after, two words came back from the other side, [Goodnight.]

Two simple words, as solitary and as cold as the man himself.

Chu Jin’s lips curled into a smile, [Goodnight, ’Dad’ Mo.]

After putting away her phone, her somewhat frustrated mood instantly cleared up. The words he sent seemed to have a calming effect on her heart.

Chu Jin gazed at the ceiling, slowly drifting off, and not long after, she fell into slumber.

M Country.

Inside a mysterious castle.

Golden sunlight bathed the earth, as the castle walls were covered with fiery red roses.

A gentle breeze wafted through, bringing waves of fragrance that refreshed the spirit.

Blue sky, white clouds, and a pleasant breeze.

"Nine Ye, the person has been captured. How shall we proceed?" In one of the castle’s rooms, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man stood rigidly, bowing respectfully to the one sitting at the desk.

Seated behind a large desk, the man’s thin lips almost pressed into a line exuding a chill, he gazed at his cellphone as if lost in thought, his sharp features were shaded by the light, involuntarily labeling him as noble and aloof.

Upon hearing the question, he slowly put away his phone and glanced up at the man, revealing a pair of deep eyes, "Did they reveal Luo Tian’s whereabouts?"

His voice was low, each word chilled with frost.

You could tell from his voice that he was in a very bad mood.

Upon hearing this, the blond, blue-eyed man’s legs began to tremble. He had always been extremely anxious around Nine Ye, fearing that upsetting him could cost him his life.

Especially when Nine Ye was in a foul mood.

"I’ve exhausted all methods, but he still won’t reveal Luo Tian’s true whereabouts," said the blond man, sweat breaking out in the palm of his hands as he spoke.

"Won’t talk? Chop him up and feed him to the dogs," the man uttered coldly, a chilling curve took form at the corner of his lips, his deep eyes revealing unmistakable ruthlessness and bloodthirstiness. The slightly raised phoenix eyes were stern and exquisitely cold, with an air of noble elegance.

Like a sovereign who looked down upon the world.

Making others unconsciously submit to him.

"Yes." The blond man wasn’t surprised by the response; instead, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Nine Ye did not take his anger out on him.

Clearly, chopping people up to feed to dogs was a frequent occurrence.

After reporting on his work, the blond, blue-eyed man was about to leave when a deep voice came from behind him, "Sean."

"Nine Ye," Sean paused mid-step, very respectfully inquired, "Do you have any other orders?"

Mo Zhixuan’s gaze slightly narrowed, "How long have you been following me?"

Despite wondering why Nine Ye would ask such a question, Sean answered meticulously, "For twenty years."

"So, am I old now?" the low voice rose again.

Sean was taken aback. What kind of question was that?

Why would someone as inscrutable as Nine Ye ever ask about such a thing?

Could someone like Nine Ye care about his physical age?

"Not old, you don’t look old at all, Nine Ye."

Sean meant every word. Even though he didn’t know Nine Ye’s real age, Nine Ye’s appearance had not changed in twenty years. His unmatched cool demeanor must have enchanted countless young girls.

Not old, huh?

If he really wasn’t old, why would she repeatedly call him "Daddy Mo"?

Mo Zhixuan’s eyes were deep, making it difficult to discern his true emotions. After a moment, he slowly looked up and continued, "The Zhao family can go bankrupt now. Make sure the job is done cleanly. In the next few days, keep an eye on Zhao Yiling’s movements."

Once the Zhao family went bankrupt, Luo Tian would surely become restless.

Sean adjusted his glasses, "Okay, I’ve got it. Is there anything else you need?"

"That’s all, you can go."

"Yes." Sean stepped back a few paces and left the room, respectfully closing the door behind him.

Capital City.

The next day was Saturday.

Chu Jin had long ago made plans with the little girl. He promised to take her to the amusement park at 11 in the morning.

It was 7 a.m. now. Since it had been a while since he last visited the hospital, Chu Jin stepped out and hailed a taxi to hurry in the direction of the hospital.

Although Zhao Yan was not his biological mother, she was still the mother of his previous self. Now that he was occupying his predecessor’s body, as a son, he had a filial duty to perform.

Passing by a flower shop, Chu Jin specifically chose a bouquet of fresh flowers before heading towards the inpatient department.

VIP ward.

Apart from Zhao Yan lying in bed, there was no one else in the room. The nursing attendant must have stepped out for some reason.

Chu Jin walked straight to the bedside, placing the fresh flowers on the bedside table. The addition of the vivid flowers brought a sense of vitality to the otherwise lifeless ward.

However, the air was not pleasant. Beyond the scent of disinfectant, there was an underlying foul smell.

Chu Jin frowned slightly, picked up the remote control, and turned off the air conditioning. Then he walked to the window and opened it. The window handle was covered with a thick layer of dust, suggesting it had not been opened for quite some time.

It was early in the morning, and as soon as the window was opened, a cool breeze blew in.

The fresh air ruffled his hair and dispersed the disinfectant smell from the room.

Since the attendant hadn’t returned, Chu Jin went to the bathroom, drew a basin of hot water, and prepared to wipe Zhao Yan’s body.

Unlike his previous visit, Zhao Yan’s nose no longer had the oxygen mask attached.

There were no longer any tubes of various colors all over her body.

Her breathing was fairly even.

Wringing out the towel, Chu Jin began to undo the buttons on Zhao Yan’s hospital gown. As he did, a putrid smell assaulted his nostrils. Her body was covered in bedsores.

Some were swollen and festering, while others were just beginning to form. The sight was shocking and difficult to bear.

It seemed no one had bathed her or wiped her body for a long time.

Furthermore, the skin on her body had already begun to show significant atrophy.