Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 395 (third watch of the night)

Chapter 395: 395 (third watch of the night)

Older men generally are quite sensitive about their age.

Chu Jin’s words undoubtedly hit Mr. Mo’s sore spot.

Mo Zhixuan’s dark eyes deepened as he took a drag from his cigarette, casually flicking the butt into the ashtray. With one hand, he imprisoned Chu Jin’s waist; with the other, he lifted her chin. The smoke from his mouth hadn’t fully dissipated when he leaned down and kissed her red lips.

Her lips pried apart, the endless stream of smoke passed from his mouth to hers. The wisps of smoke twined between their tongues. Caught off guard, Chu Jin began to cough violently, but Mo Zhixuan did not seem to care; instead, he supported her head, skilfully opened her teeth, his cool tongue probing, delving ever deeper, their tongues entwined, dancing with the smoke.

A wisp of smoke escaped from the tightly pressed corners of their mouths, creating a hazy and seductive scene. The temperature in the room rose sharply, sensuous and enchanting, as if spring had returned to the earth, and henceforth, North Country wouldn’t only know winter.

The dry tinder ignited, burning brighter and hotter.

But at that moment.

In the silence, the sound of a door being pushed open suddenly echoed.

Then came the sound of footsteps.

When the old Mrs. Mo walked in, Chu Jin was sitting decently on the sofa watching TV, her complexion normal, save for her lips, which were as enticingly red as poppy flowers, while Mo Zhixuan turned his back to the old Mrs. Mo, walking coldly upstairs.

Old Mrs. Mo called out to his receding figure, "Xuan’er, it’s time to eat."

"You go ahead," his voice was as deep and cold as ever.

"Where are you going? Won’t you eat together?" she continued.

Mr. Mo paused his steps, slowly uttered two words, "Taking a bath." With that, his figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Chu Jin’s heart, which had just settled, began to beat rapidly again at the mention of ’taking a bath’.

Her ears were red and hot.

"This child, why take a bath when it’s time to eat?" the old Mrs. Mo chided, then she turned to Chu Jin with a smile, "Jin, if he’s not eating, let’s go eat."

Mr. Mo’s bath took a bit longer than usual, and it wasn’t until after the meal that he descended the stairs, eyes downcast, fastening his cufflinks.

Tall and graceful, the exquisite cufflinks reflected a cold glint in the light, much like himself: solemn, old-fashioned, and not given to smiles.

In the living room.

Three women had gathered for a card game, now sitting at the table in the midst of an intense match, the air thick with enthusiasm, and neatly stacked coins lay before each player.

Old Mrs. Mo had no hobbies except for card games; whether mahjong or poker, she played them all.

After a round, Chu Jin and Mo Qingyi both found their faces stickered with notes, while a small mountain of coins accumulated before the old Mrs. Mo.

Chu Jin considered herself skilled at cards, but had not expected to meet a master stronger than herself.

The old are indeed crafty.

Mo Zhixuan stood at the top of the stairs, looking at the trio, the corners of his mouth lifting in an imperceptible smile.

**

After spending a night at the Mo family home, Chu Jin went back home the following morning.

She was driven back by the Mo family’s chauffeur, as Mo Zhixuan had some business and had disappeared early in the morning.

Today was Saturday, and Aunt Zhang was off, leaving the empty villa somewhat quiet.

Once Chu Jin reached the upstairs, she pushed open the door to her bedroom and a white shape leaped onto her shoulder, "Master, welcome back."

Little White rubbed against her head continuously.

Chu Jin arrived at her desk, turned on the computer, logged into a familiar website, and spent some time replying to book reviews. Before she knew it, it was already 1 p.m.

Suddenly remembering, she realized today was her meeting with the CEO of Advance Time Technology. She closed her computer, changed her clothes, and hurried out the door.

Following the address given by Qin Zhenglin, Chu Jin arrived in front of an upscale, membership-only teahouse and stopped.

——Zen Palace.

The character ’Zen’ denoting the sovereigns of the heavens, the pivot of the skies.

To give a teahouse such a name, one could surmise that the owner behind the scenes was no ordinary person.

As soon as Chu Jin stepped inside the teahouse, a waiter greeted her politely, displaying the standard professional smile, "Hello, are you Miss Chu?"

"That’s me," Chu Jin nodded slightly.

"The person in charge from Advance Time Technology has been waiting for you inside for quite a long time. Please follow me," the waiter offered to lead the way.

Chu Jin followed behind.

Zen Palace was nine stories high, each floor featuring a different style, but they all shared one common trait: opulence and grandeur.

The waiters within all wore classical, plain robes, their demeanors dignified, as if they had stepped right out of ancient portraits, well-trained.

There were no male waiters.

It gave off the illusion of an emperor’s harem, as if one possessed the beauty of three thousand concubines.

The higher one ascended, the more luxurious the decor became, and Chu Jin noticed that even the paintings hanging casually on the walls were the work of famous artists, each valued at six figures or more.

She was finally led to the top floor and, after a turn, the waiter stopped before ’Hall of Worship.’

"Miss Chu, we are here." The waiter bowed slightly, then stepped back a few paces before turning to leave.

The air was still.

Standing before the door, Chu Jin felt a sense of the ages changing within her. It was strange, as if, on the other side of this door, lay another world.

After a long while, she reached out to push the door open.

’Creak’ went the door as it opened, its sound particularly jarring in the quiet space.

Behind the door...