Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 378 Born to be King (Part 1)

Chapter 378: 378 Born to be King (Part 1)

The woman before her appeared to be around twenty-three or twenty-four years old.

She had delicate features, with a graceful forehead and arched eyebrows, and her hair was a mass of black curls, resembling seaweed.

However, a cold aura emanated from her eyes and brows; while she seemed approachable, she was rather difficult to get close to.

Without a doubt, she was proud, her haughty manner intrinsic to her very being.

Prideful.

"Miss Chu, hello," Mo Feixue extended her hand toward Chu Jin, her lips curving into a smile.

A single ’Miss Chu’ established the distance between her and Chu Jin.

It wasn’t that she looked down on those from the ordinary world, but rather, the ordinary world could not aspire to reach the heights of the Mo family.

In the Superpower World, the Mo family stood as a dominant clan, and it would be a laughingstock if outsiders knew that the Mo family had intermarried with someone from the ordinary world.

Though Mo Zhixuan had withdrawn from the Superpower World, he was bound to return one day.

Upon his return, he would ascend to a high position.

By then, the Mo family’s standing in the Superpower World would be substantially enhanced.

If Mo Zhixuan were to choose an ordinary person as his partner at such a time, it would be a very unwise decision.

Detrimental both to him and the Mo family.

She couldn’t stand idly by and watch Mo Zhixuan make a foolish decision.

And miss his chance for a high position.

"Hello," Chu Jin extended her hand politely and shook hands with Mo Feixue.

It was clear to see, from the way Mo Feixue looked at her, there was scrutiny in her gaze.

She didn’t like her.

"Jin, call her ’sister,’" Mo Zhixuan prompted.

His words seemed directed at Chu Jin, but in fact, they served as a reminder to Mo Feixue.

"Sister," Chu Jin offered a slight smile to Mo Feixue.

Mo Feixue nodded slightly and spoke softly, "I came in a rush this time and didn’t bring you a gift, but I will definitely make it up to you next time."

Chu Jin responded with a light smile, "You’re too polite."

"Zhixuan, come out with me for a moment, I have something to tell you," Mo Feixue raised her gazes to Mo Zhixuan, her expression a bit cold.

If one looked carefully, one could spot a resemblance between her features and those of Mo Zhixuan, albeit not very obvious.

Mo Zhixuan responded indifferently, "Sister, whatever you have to say, you can say it here."

With her chin lifted, Mo Feixue glanced around the room and then coldly stated, "There are outsiders here, it’s not convenient."

It was unclear whether the ’outsider’ she referred to was Duanmu Zhe, Chu Jin, or Mo Qingyi.

The room became very quiet and somber.

It seemed to fall silent all at once.

Accustomed to acting swiftly and decisively, Mo Feixue paid no heed to the reactions of others after speaking, striding toward the door.

Her walk was commanding, akin to a natural-born leader, exuding an unattainable aura.

Clack, clack, clack—

The crisp sound of her high heels echoed through the entire living room.

Seeing Mo Feixue getting farther away, Mo Zhixuan had no choice but to follow.

Watching as the two had walked outside, Mo Qingyi finally voiced her dissatisfaction, "So proud, like a peacock. What’s there to be so proud of? Aren’t we all little princesses?"

"Yes, yes, yes, my princess highness! Here, have an orange." Chu Jin handed a peeled orange to her.

Accepting the orange indignantly, Mo Qingyi stood up from the sofa, chin raised, mimicking Mo Feixue’s earlier tone, "There are outsiders here, it’s inconvenient... Really, who is the outsider here? Pah! To dare to point fingers on my territory!"

One had to admit, Mo Qingyi was truly talented at performing; her exaggerated gestures and coquettish voice amused both Chu Jin and Duanmu Zhe into laughter.

Outside.

Mo Zhixuan and Mo Feixue strolled alongside the man-made lake within the estate, a breeze rustling the willows, and the setting sun casting a soft glow, with a few people jogging around the riverbank.

As they walked, neither spoke, until Mo Feixue couldn’t help but break the silence, "Zhixuan, what are you really thinking?"

"Sister, just say what you want to say," Mo Zhixuan furrowed his brow slightly.

Mo Zhixuan always held respect for his sister, who was eight years his senior, the eldest in the family.

A sister like a mother, though not siblings by the same mother, their bond was deep.

Deeper than that of blood-related siblings.

Mo Feixue turned her head and questioned, "Brother, why would you, all of a sudden, get involved with an ordinary person? And even bring her home? Does our aunt know about this?"

"Jin is not an ordinary person; she’s my fiancée," Mo Zhixuan said earnestly, "My mom and Aunt Tong both like her very much."

The residual sunlight cloaked him in a faint golden light, creating an ethereal aura, as if he was otherworldly.

Mo Feixue had thought that after so many years in the ordinary world, Mo Zhixuan might have picked up a hint of its mundane essence, but to her surprise, he was still as proud and aloof as the day he had left the Superpower World, his kinglike aura unstoppable.

Moreover, his cultivation had increased significantly; it appeared that over the years, he had never forgotten the responsibilities he bore.

Such a person, a born king, was certainly not to be matched by a mere commoner.