Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 398 (third watch of the night)

Chapter 398: 398 (third watch of the night)

Xuanyuan Shangchen seated himself on the floor, looking at Chu Jin’s sleeping face with a faint arc forming at the corner of his mouth. The wide brim of his hat cast a shadow over his face, concealing his features and giving him a mysterious aura.

"Feng’er," Xuanyuan Shangchen spoke softly, his voice deep and subdued, yet filled with indulgence, acceptance, and a tender entanglement.

No one on the opposite side responded.

After a long while, Xuanyuan Shangchen withdrew his gaze, looked down at the chessboard with a smile lingering on his lips for a very long time, unmoving. Suddenly, he swept his hand across the table with a loud crash, the teaware and chessboard falling to the ground, creating a mess.

At this moment, he resembled an infuriated lion, ready to deliver a fatal strike at any moment!

Xuanyuan Shangchen got up and held Chu Jin in his arms, placing her on his lap. He supported her shoulder with one hand and cradled her face with the other, tracing her features, her eyebrows, and her eyes gently, inch by inch, with deep affection.

"Feng’er, I’m sorry, so sorry..." he murmured, his voice no longer as cold as before, but filled with profound regret and self-reproach.

A single tear fell silently onto her red lips, emitting a dazzling light.

"Feng’er, how good it would have been if we had never met." If only all of this were merely a dream, you would have never seen me, and I would have never failed you. Alas, we were both born in troubled times.

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.

A gentle, lingering kiss.

He leisurely traced the shape of her lips, engulfing the tear upon them, swallowing it into his belly.

Tears are bitter, yet also sweet.

Layers of gauze blurred the silhouettes of the two, nestled together.

Chu Jin felt as if she had been in a very long dream, but upon awakening, she no longer remembered its content.

Was it sorrow? Was it joy? There was no way to know.

"Miss Chu, you’re awake." Seeing her open her eyes, a waiter immediately came over with a basin of water.

Chu Jin then realized that she was still inside that teahouse, with the surroundings unchanged and the chess game and signed contract still on the table next to her. She must have been leaning on the table for too long; her arms felt numb.

How had she fallen asleep? She remembered that right before she dozed off, Song Shiqin had been sitting opposite her.

Perhaps sensing Chu Jin’s confusion, the waiter set the water on the table and explained, "Miss Chu, Mr. Song had to leave for some urgent matters. He told us not to wake you. Please wash your face."

"No need, thank you." Chu Jin packed the contract into her backpack, passed through the layers of gauze, and stepped outside.

Zen Palace had no elevator, so she made her way downstairs on foot.

Just as she reached the glittering first floor, her path was blocked by a figure emanating a faint scent of lotus, quite pleasant to smell.

Chu Jin narrowed her eyes to see who it was: a person wearing a bright red dress, with delicate features and eyes full of charm that could topple cities, smiling in a kind and friendly manner, a far cry from her previous haughty demeanor.

It was—

Zheng Chuyi.

"Miss Chu, what a coincidence to meet you here," Zheng Chuyi said with a gentle voice and a smile.

Chu Jin gave a slight nod, "It is quite the coincidence." She didn’t have much affection for Zheng Chuyi.

However, since the other party had now decided to turn over a new leaf, there was no need for her to hold a grudge.

"It’s been a long time; how have you been lately?" Zheng Chuyi affectionately took Chu Jin’s hand, displaying a sisterly closeness.

To those unaware, it might appear that the two were old friends reunited after a long time.

Chu Jin responded politely, "Quite well, and you?"

Zheng Chuyi tossed her long hair to the side, "I’m not doing too badly either. By the way, how are Aunt Mo and Qingqing? How are they doing?"