Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 358 (second watch of the night)

Chapter 358: 358 (second watch of the night)

This man, his presence was too imposing.

His features were also very distinct, with a rugged style that left the contemporary pretty boys streets behind.

The bartender girl couldn’t help but sneak a few more glances at him, her face slightly flushed.

Hearing the words on the other end of the phone, Song Shiqin’s expression darkened, "Are you here to plead for her?"

The bartender girl’s eyes nearly sparkled with stars.

My God, this man’s anger was so attractive!

Who knows who will be lucky enough to catch his eye in the future?

Being with a man like that, one would probably wake up laughing from a dream, right?

Song Shiqin’s frown deepened, and the cold light in his eyes nearly solidified and dripped down, "Intentional injury, provocation and disturbing the peace, plus defamation. Put together these three charges, how many years do you think she should be sentenced?"

His voice was cold and serious, pressing down a surge of anger along with an aura of authority.

He exuded an aura of deterrence that belonged to someone of high status.

"Do you really need to ask this of me? Do you believe..."

Song Shiqin hadn’t finished his sentence.

With a ’snap’—

The phone was knocked to the ground by the force of an impact.

At the same time, a figure swiftly ran past him, at a speed so fast, like a gust of wind.

Just at that moment.

A uniformed waiter also hurried over, "Linna, call the police quickly, a thief just stole a customer’s wallet." Her speech was rapid; nearly as soon as she finished her sentence, she had already run out of the store.

"Xinci, where are you going?" Linna couldn’t care less about the presence of customers, calling out loudly.

"To catch a thief—" Chen Xinci’s voice came from outside, and through the window, one could see she was also moving fast, her agile form weaving through the crowd.

Song Shiqin slightly squinted his eyes, and with the sharpness of a military man, he almost instantly locked onto the thief in the crowd. He said to the girl at the front desk, "I’ll come back later for the order," and then he too took off running out the door.

As a righteous military man encountering such a situation, of course he wouldn’t just stand by. He, a full-grown man, couldn’t let a girl chase after a thief unarmed and do the fighting herself.

Chen Xinci ran rapidly, with excellent physical strength and fitness. She had been a long-distance running champion in school and was an amateur sharpshooting expert, so catching a thief was nothing to her.

The thief in black darted back and forth among the bustling crowd. She steadied herself, squinted her eyes, slipped off her high-heeled shoes, aimed carefully, and threw one directly at the thief’s head.

With a ’thud’— it hit dead on.

Now was the moment. Chen Xinci decided not to bother with the other shoe either and dashed toward the thief like a gust of wind, taking a leaping stride forward. With a ’clang,’ the thief in black fell to the ground.

This sudden turn of events stunned the surrounding bystanders. Chen Xinci was about to restrain the thief’s hands when the man, after all still a man, fiercely grabbed her wrist, swept her leg with a roundhouse kick, and she fell to the ground in pain, letting out a muffled groan.

Unwilling to let the thief just get away, she bore the pain in her body, quickly got up from the ground—

Just then, a silhouette brushed past her, moving really fast, with thundering speed; his body almost turned into an afterimage, blending into the night.

With a ’clang,’ the thief was kicked firmly to the ground.

By the time Chen Xinci reacted, the thief was already being pressed down hard by him, unable to move; it looked like he had taken a nasty fall.

"Thank you for helping me catch the thief." Chen Xinci paused momentarily, then quickly walked over to him, expressing her gratitude.

Song Shiqin replied indifferently, "No need to be polite, just doing my duty."

His features, sharp and smooth under the streetlights, radiated a commanding aura.

Only then did Chen Xinci recognize him, and with some surprise, said, "You are Mr. Song?"

Hearing this, Song Shiqin looked up, somewhat puzzled, "I’m sorry, but who are you?" He really couldn’t remember who the girl in front of him was.

He was a military officer, facing all sorts of people daily; it was impossible to remember every single one.

Moreover, someone he’d only met once.

For Chen Xinci, Song Shiqin was the most unique man she had ever met, which is why he made such a deep impression on her.

Seeing Song Shiqin like this, she wasn’t annoyed; she smiled slightly and said, "I’m Chen Xinci. We met last time at my mom’s house."

After saying this, she added, "My mom is Zhou Ru, the one who adopted a lot of stray dogs."

With that reminder, Song Shiqin remembered and nodded slightly toward Chen Xinci, "Miss Chen."

He couldn’t help but take another look at Chen Xinci. Nowadays, there really weren’t many people with such a sense of justice.

Especially a young woman.

The fall she just took looked quite severe; for a girl, she truly was impressive.

Song Shiqin couldn’t help but feel an increased sense of admiration for her.

The pickpocket pinned under Song Shiqin’s foot: Hey man, could you consider my feelings while you’re chatting with the beauty?

The police arrived quickly, and as an eyewitness, Chen Xinci got into the police car with them, while Song Shiqin returned to the restaurant.

A turn of the body, two different paths.

After picking up his meal from the restaurant, Song Shiqin drove back to the hospital.

Mo Qingyi also heard about the incident that had taken place at the school during the day, as they usually didn’t eat in the same cafeteria, so she missed it.

Inside the milk tea shop, Mo Qingyi carried over two cups of milk tea, handing one to Miao Xinran before sitting opposite her, "Xinran, what in the world is going on? How could you say that Brother Jin is an impostor?"

Miao Xinran, looking somewhat distracted, grabbed Mo Qingyi’s hand with resolve, "Qingyi, you have to believe me, that person is not the Jin we know; she... she just looks a lot like Jin."

Miao Xinran and Mo Qingyi had known each other for many years, having met back in elementary school, and they were very close.

So now, she desperately needed Mo Qingyi’s trust; she didn’t want even Mo Qingyi to be deceived by that Chu Jin.

"Xinran, don’t panic," Mo Qingyi held Miao Xinran’s hand in return, "Take it slow."

Although students at the school were saying that Miao Xinran was slandering Chu Jin out of jealousy,

Mo Qingyi felt that Miao Xinran was not that kind of person. They had known each other for eight or nine years, from elementary school to high school. Mo Qingyi knew perfectly well what kind of person Miao Xinran was.

But to say that the Jin who returned was fake, she also found it hard to accept!

They had awaited his return with such difficulty, and now to say that he was an impostor was something no one could easily accept.

"Although I don’t know exactly who she is, she’s definitely not Jin, and moreover, she admitted herself that she isn’t Jin. She even said that Jin might have died out there..."

Saying this, Miao Xinran began to cry.

Chu Jin had been out of contact for so many days; could it really be that...

The consequences, she really didn’t dare to imagine.

"Xinran, don’t cry yet, let’s think of a solution together. From where did you realize she wasn’t Brother Jin?" Mo Qingyi handed a tissue to Miao Xinran to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes, as the words of Madam Mo echoed suddenly in her mind.

That day, Madam Mo’s first reaction upon seeing that Weibo post was that Chu Jin seemed to have changed.

Could it be that person really not Chu Jin?

"So many things! Jin used to be allergic to carrots, but today in the cafeteria, she really liked eating carrots, and her handwriting too..." While speaking, Miao Xinran took out two workbooks from her bag and placed them in front of Mo Qingyi, "Look, this is Jin’s handwriting from before, this is what she wrote this morning."

Miao Xinran had also seen Chu Jin’s handwriting before. Now, comparing the two styles of handwriting, her expression became serious as she immediately recognized the gravity of the situation.

These two styles of handwriting were completely different.

How could one person’s handwriting change so dramatically in just half a month?

Miao Xinran’s words resonated in her ears.

Mo Qingyi felt more and more that there was something complex about this situation.

Besides, Miao Xinran had absolutely no reason to lie to her.

Most importantly, Chu Jin had excellent fighting skills; how could she have been easily pushed down and end up in the hospital?

No matter how you looked at it, it was impossible.