Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 331 Exquisite Life (Second Update)

Chapter 331: 331 Exquisite Life (Second Update)

Dai Yu was utterly indifferent to Mo Zhixuan’s demeanor, placing the porridge on the bedside table before asking, "Mr. Mo, are you hungry? What would you like to eat? Shall I make something for you?"

As long as she could exchange a few more words with Mr. Mo, she felt content.

Such a noble and aloof man could easily captivate one’s soul, deeply enthralling them.

Mo Zhixuan, somewhat impatiently, raised his gaze to Dai Yu, "Do you need anything else?"

His tone was as cold as ever.

With strangers, he was always sparing with his words.

The clever Dai Yu could easily detect the implied dismissal in his words. She brushed her hair aside with her hand, and, holding the bowl from the table, continued, "Mr. Mo, let me feed Miss Chu the porridge. The master is going to heal Miss Chu today and is waiting for you in the front hall. He says he has something to discuss with you."

"Thank you," Mo Zhixuan said flatly, giving her a brief glance and leaving these four words behind before walking out the door.

His retreating figure was tall and straight, exuding a strong sense of security that made one involuntarily want to wrap their arms around his waist from behind.

And desire... to press one’s cheek against his back.

If only she had met him earlier, then perhaps no fiancée would have suddenly emerged.

Dai Yu gazed blankly at his retreating back, eventually stirring back to her senses. She mixed the white porridge in her hand, then slowly sat down by the bed, her gaze tenderly falling on Chu Jin as she slept, the corners of her mouth curving into a faint smile.

The white porridge was boiled to a very light yet thick consistency, with hardly any rice grains, so there was no worry of Chu Jin not being able to swallow it.

Dai Yu patiently fed her, spoonful by spoonful.

The half bowl of porridge was quickly finished.

Dai Yu’s gaze fixed upon Chu Jin’s face, murmuring, "This face is indeed exquisitely beautiful."

Her voice was like water, melodious and clear.

In a moment, Dai Yu slowly lifted her right hand, her focus resting on Chu Jin’s neck, and her pale, slender hand reached out to touch it. She could distinctly feel the blood flowing gently under the skin into the palm of her hand.

This neck was so delicate, with just a bit more strength, she could easily strangle her.

She wondered whether the blood hidden under this layer of skin would be as crimson and vivid as that of the pitiful little white rabbit?

She really wanted to see for herself.

A slight smile curved Dai Yu’s lips, her grip gradually tightening; her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly with excitement. The soft light cast a subtle halo around her, creating a timeless, tranquil scene. She still looked like the innocent, much-beloved little sister, untouched by worldly strife, as if she wasn’t the one contemplating murder at this very moment.

The person lying on the bed remained with her eyes firmly shut, long lashes forming little fans, her face a portrait of loveliness. Bright red plum blossoms seemed to bloom across her body, making her lips appear redder, her skin whiter, not like someone who had fainted but rather like Sleeping Beauty resting in a crystal coffin.

It was a scene so intensely captivating that it was hard to look away.

Watching Chu Jin, Dai Yu eventually released her grip. A playful glint shimmered in her lovely almond-shaped eyes, her voice slow and enchanting, "Rather than death, I’d prefer you to be alive. I want you to live... to live."

Sometimes, living required more courage than dying.

To personally destroy the most beautiful things, to watch them slowly fade away, that was a truly pleasurable experience.

She enunciated each word, and with the faint smile on her lips, there was an indescribable eeriness.

At that moment, a soft sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

Without changing her expression, Dai Yu placed her hand on Chu Jin’s neck; in just a moment, the red bruise disappeared.

With a ’creak,’ the wooden door opened.

Two figures walked in.

One had the appearance of an immortal, with white hair yet a youthful face.

The other was stern and upright, exuding the irresistible aura of a king.

The newcomers were Mo Zhixuan and Elder Xu Kong.

"Master, Mr. Mo," Dai Yu said with a smile, rising from the bedside, her demeanor innocent and pure, her eyes clear like water, resembling an angel who had descended to the mortal realm.

Elder Xu Kong set the wooden box down by the bed, looking up at Dai Yu, "How is Miss Chu’s condition now?"

"She’s doing well," Dai Yu replied with a smile, "I just fed her half a bowl of porridge."

Elder Xu Kong nodded, then said, "I’m about to perform a healing spell on Miss Chu; take Mr. Mo downstairs to rest."

"All right." Dai Yu stood up and moved to Mo Zhixuan’s side, "Then we won’t disturb Master any longer."

Mo Zhixuan also raised his eyes to Elder Xu Kong, his phoenix eyes expressing a chilling severity, the inkiness roiling within, "Elder Xu Kong, Jin is in your hands now."

Elder Xu Kong stroked his beard, smiling, "Rest assured, I will return a completely unharmed Miss Chu to you."

"Thank you," said Mo Zhixuan, his words curt, as he turned to leave.

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