Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 360 (first watch of the night)

Chapter 360: 360 (first watch of the night)

This river, wide and vast, stretched beyond the horizon.

In the early morning sky, before the sun had risen, wisps of white mist hovered over the river surface, with red flowers and green grass adorning the banks. Occasionally, a few egrets flew by, their crisp calls echoing in the ears, imparting a sense of an earthly paradise.

One’s spirit felt so carefree that it seemed possible to forget all troubles.

The wind was slightly cool.

Little White obediently sat on Chu Jin’s shoulder, while Mo Zhixuan sat by her side. Feeling the chill emanating from him, Little White shrank its neck and hopped down to the stern, silently staring at its reflection in the water, lost in thought.

Looking at its reflection, its face was filled with sorrow.

Dammit! It was once a mighty White Tiger, yet now lived the life of a cat.

If this were to spread to the other nine Divine Beasts.

Would it have any face left?

Dai Yu sat inside the canopy, watching those two sitting at the bow through the veil, a dark light flashing in her eyes.

At a time like this, she certainly could not go forward and embarrass herself seeking attention.

The fortress that is Mo Zhixuan, she would take her time to conquer.

Not only did she have to complete the task given to her by Lord Ghost exceptionally well, but she also had to make Chu Jin disappear without a trace.

——There’s plenty of time in the future.

The ferryman was an old man with a white beard, dressed in plain clothing and wearing a conical hat, his arms exposed outside his sleeves tanned pitch black.

Despite his advanced age, his eyes sparkled brightly, and he was very warm-hearted.

The old man paddled and asked, "Young man, you don’t look like a local. Are you visiting here with your wife and friend?"

Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly, "Yes, elder."

His tone seemed not as cold as usual, and his eyes and brows softened considerably.

Chu Jin hadn’t expected that someone as proud and aloof as Mr. Mo would actually be so polite to a ferryman.

Yet he was so cold even to Elder Xu Kong.

Like a piece of ice.

The old man continued, "Then you must have a good time. Our Peace City has beautiful mountains and rivers, most suitable for honeymooners..."

Honeymooners?

Chu Jin’s cheeks reddened at these words.

The corners of Mo Zhixuan’s mouth curved up so subtly they were almost imperceptible.

"Have you seen my cellphone?" Chu Jin suddenly remembered the pressing matter and looked up to ask.

Since she had decided to return today, it was necessary to contact Miao Xinran and Mo Qingyi...

Having not shown up for so many days, they must be very worried.

And she hadn’t been in contact with the outside world for many days either.

When Mo Zhixuan had first seen Chu Jin, she had just come out of the operating room, so he had not seen her cellphone.

Presumably, her phone should still be with Song Shiqin.

"Use mine," Mo Zhixuan took out his cellphone from his pocket, "although we might not have a signal here."

Chu Jin took the phone and turned it on, only to find indeed, there was no signal.

But his phone did have a single-player survival game that didn’t require an internet connection.

That someone like him would play games was quite surprising.

Chu Jin had played this game too.

It was quite a test of one’s intelligence.

Since she felt idle now anyway, Chu Jin opened the game and started playing, looking down at the screen.

The sun gradually rose from the east, golden sunlight piercing through the clouds, shining upon everything on earth, causing the river surface to sparkle with countless rays.

The ancient wooden boat, facing the light, slowly moved towards the direction of the sun.

Before long, it merged into the sunlight.

On the mountain peak across the river stood a figure in black, gazing at the direction in which the wooden boat disappeared, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

"Is it worth it?" A young woman in a blue plain dress walked out slowly behind the figure in black.

Although the woman’s features were plain, the aristocratic air around her could not be overlooked.

With every gesture, there was a distinct grace, the poise of a noble family.

And the more one looked at her face, the more it seemed to bear scrutiny.

"If I think it’s worth it, then it is," the man in black spoke slowly, his gaze still fixed in the direction where the wooden boat had gone.

The woman’s expression was calm as she said, "Which life is this already? Do you think Jun Huang can really escape the Heavenly Dao’s watchful eye this time?"

The man in black did not speak, the wide brim of his hat concealing his facial expression, but not the solitude that clung to him.

"Heavenly Dao?" After a long while, the man in black slowly curved his lips, "Then I will go against the Heavenly Dao!"

The woman sighed.

After a long time, she finally spoke, "What’s the point? The new life that you worked so hard to get for her, has she ever remembered you..."

The woman’s voice grew quieter, realizing it was futile to speak more, her eyes brimming with sorrow.

After so many years, she should have gotten used to it.

The only thing she could do was to keep seeking opportunities for him.

She sought life for him, he sought life for her.

Thus they cycled through reincarnations.

**

In Capital City.

After spending a night in the hospital, Chu Jin had regained some color in her face.

Song Shiqin did not go home for the night, instead, he spent the night sleeping on the genuine leather sofa.

When Chu Jin woke up, Song Shiqin had just returned with breakfast.

"You’re awake? Brush your teeth and have breakfast quickly," said Song Shiqin, placing the breakfast on the table at the side.

In only a night, the man’s clean-shaven chin had sprouted light-blue stubble, but it did not make him look tired; on the contrary, it added a touch of charm and sexiness.

Chu Jin stared at the man standing by the window for a moment, caught off guard.

He and the head of the Mo family were completely different types of people.

Each had their merits.

It would be nice if she could have them both.