Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 318 On Both Sides (Second Watch)

Chapter 318: 318 On Both Sides (Second Watch)

When she focused on him, her beauty was especially striking, her lovely face a dazzling sight. The young man shifted his gaze uneasily, hesitated, and then said, "Guess."

Seeing him like this, Dai Yu grew even more curious. She coquettishly said, "What is it? Come on, Elder Brother, tell me. Stop keeping me in suspense."

She had grown up spoiled by her master and senior brothers, so acting coquettishly came naturally to her.

Moreover, when she pouted, she resembled an adorable kitten, impossible to resist.

The young man reached out a hand and tapped her forehead, smiling helplessly, "There’s really no way to handle you."

Although he was about the same age as Dai Yu, he was more mature, and his eyes softened with tolerance and indulgence whenever he looked at her.

Dai Yu grabbed his hand that had tapped her forehead and gently shook it, "What is it? Show me quickly..."

The young man’s eyes twinkled with mirth as he magically produced a fluffy little white rabbit from behind his back.

The rabbit was fat and round like a snowball. Dai Yu immediately took it with delight, hugging it close and stroking it without cease, "Such a cute little rabbit."

Any girl would find it hard to resist such a furry, chubby, and adorable creature.

The young man watched the girl holding the rabbit, as if seeing a delicate fairy descended from the Moon Palace. He found himself asking involuntarily, "Do you like it?"

Dai Yu nodded eagerly, "I love it."

Her eyes were only for the rabbit, while his gaze was fixed solely on her.

Unfortunately, she saw none of it.

But that was all right; as long as she was happy, that was enough.

Seeing her smile was more than enough for him.

The young man gently said, "As long as Junior Sister likes it, that’s all that matters."

The rabbit was so cute; surely its meat must be delicious too. Dai Yu looked at the young man, then added after some thought, "Yes, Elder Brother, make stewed rabbit meat for dinner tonight. Master prefers light flavors, so maybe make half into soup and half sautéed."

Most girls might find it impossible to say something so cruel in the presence of such a cute rabbit.

But Dai Yu did just that, and she maintained an innocent expression while saying those words.

It was hard to believe these words came from her.

The young man nodded, "Alright, I’ll do as Junior Sister wishes."

Dai Yu gently stroked the rabbit’s head, her tone tender, "Little rabbit, little rabbit, what’s the use of being so cute? In the end, you’ll just end up in my stomach. It’s only by eating you that you can truly belong to me, belong only to me."

As she spoke that last sentence, a strange gleam appeared in her eyes.

It was difficult to discern just what that look meant.

The young man saw nothing wrong with her words, patted her head, then asked, "What are you doing sitting here at the entrance of the greenhouse?"

"Mr. Mo is inside giving Miss Chu a medicinal bath, so I’m keeping watch outside, just in case they need anything," Dai Yu scooted over on the step and patted the space beside her, "Come sit, Elder Brother. I want to talk with you."

"Alright," the young man sat down next to Dai Yu, "What does Junior Sister want to talk about?"

Dai Yu looked into the distance, her beautiful eyes shimmering, and asked, "Have you seen Miss Chu, Elder Brother?"

The young man nodded, "I saw her once when I was delivering medicine to Mr. Mo."

"Do you think Miss Chu is beautiful?" Dai Yu continued.

The young man artfully responded with two lines of poetry, "Radiant as the bloom of spring, bright as the autumn moon."

Upon hearing this, Dai Yu turned her head, her expression earnest as she looked at the young man, "And me?"

She appeared like a child awaiting praise from an adult.

The young man said with a smile, "Unadorned you stand with grace, your innocence shines through the plainest face."

There could be no better two lines of poetry to describe Dai Yu.

Dai Yu glanced up at him, "Then, Elder Brother, who do you think is prettier, Miss Chu or me?"

"In my eyes, Junior Sister is always the prettiest," the young man slightly squinted his eyes and continued, "Among all the women under the heavens, none can compare to even one ten-thousandth of Junior Sister."

Even though Miss Chu was as picturesque as a painting, in his eyes, Junior Sister was the fairest girl in the world.

"All under heaven," Dai Yu murmured. She made up her mind, "Elder Brother, I’ve decided. I want to leave the mountain. I want to see just how big this world under heaven really is."

Having said that, she thrust the rabbit into the young man’s arms, "I’ll go talk to Master about it now, and don’t forget to make me braised rabbit meat for dinner."

She left the young man with a diminishing figure.

The young man watched Dai Yu’s retreating back, his eyes conveying an indistinct emotion, somewhat obscure and hard to read.

It seems, ever since Mr. Mo arrived, Junior Sister has become increasingly strange.

Hopefully, it’s just his imagination.

Inside the room, sheer gauze danced in the air, white smoke lazily curled, shrouding the chamber in a hazy mist.

With a ’splash’.

Mo Zhixuan lifted the girl out of the bathtub, droplets of water from her body quickly soaking the front of his clothes.

Their skin made contact, and Mo Zhixuan could distinctly feel a continuous warmth seeping through the thin fabric, penetrating his skin and spreading to every part of his body.

The girl’s body was soft, and he almost didn’t dare to lower his gaze to the beautiful sight against his chest.

A delicate beauty in his arms.

It was hard not to have a wandering mind.

He was no moral paragon.

The white smoke swirled, blurring their figures as he placed her onto the soft couch, picking up a white towel and carefully drying every inch of her skin.

His girl, truly beautiful.

Irresistibly tempting to steal a kiss.

What was he thinking at a time like this?

Mo Zhixuan suppressed the fanciful thoughts in his heart, dressing her in the clothes Dai Yu had prepared.

A light blue robe with disc buttons, adorned with blossoming red plum flowers, the color of the buttons matching the crimson of the plums.

On her, it looked unexpectedly appropriate.

This style of clothing usually was picky about its wearer, but on her, it seemed to make the clothes themselves look dull.

When Dai Yu returned to the greenhouse, Mo Zhixuan was carrying Chu Jin out.

"Mr. Mo," Dai Yu greeted politely, then followed behind Mo Zhixuan, her gaze falling on Chu Jin, with a flicker of light in her eyes.

Her hair...

Unexpectedly, someone like Mr. Mo would personally dress a lady’s hair.

In ancient times, men only did this for the women they cherished.

The act of dressing hair held deep significance.

Did Mr. Mo understand the meaning behind it?

And that outfit, she had gone to great lengths to find one like it. Yet, once on Miss Chu, it didn’t seem picky at all!

It seemed, that outfit couldn’t be kept any longer.

What use was a garment without a master?

"Mr. Mo, are you hungry? Should I go to the kitchen and get you something to eat?" Dai Yu continued to ask.

"Not needed," Mo Zhixuan uttered, his voice cool.

"What about Miss Chu?" Dai Yu smiled, "The master said we can now feed Miss Chu some liquid food. What did she like to eat before? I can make it for her. Is white porridge okay?"

Mo Zhixuan glanced at her, his tone indifferent, "That will do, thank you."

That was the most he had spoken to her in one go on this journey.

His voice was really pleasant to the ear.

Even though it was cold and impersonal, it still made her breathing a bit erratic.

Dai Yu, a bit excited, said, "Then I’ll go now. Mr. Mo, wait for me." With that, she ran toward the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a young man was preparing to butcher the rabbit.

Facing the adorable rabbit, the young man obviously hesitated to proceed.

The rabbit was nibbling on a carrot, its tiny whiskers trembling cutely, endearing and irresistible, melting one’s heart.

Looking at the rabbit, Dai Yu’s lips curled slightly, she grabbed the cleaver, took hold of the rabbit’s ears, and brought the blade fiercely across its throat. Her swift action showed not a hint of hesitation.

Blood promptly gushed out, staining the rabbit’s white fur red.

The once lively and adorable rabbit was now bleeding from its neck, lying in a pool of blood, its legs twitching, on the verge of death, which made one inevitably feel a pang of compassion and reluctance to look directly.