Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 421 (second watch of the night)

Chapter 421: 421 (second watch of the night)

Moreover, whenever there were parent-child activities in the garden, she never saw the little girl’s parents participate, leaving others to fill in for them. This was the first time she had seen the little girl’s mother.

Chu Jin’s first impression of her was that she was beautiful and had an elegant demeanor; then, she seemed young. Judging by her age, she probably wasn’t the little girl’s birth mother.

Although she might not be the little girl’s birth mother, it was clear that she truly cared for her.

A person’s eyes never lie.

Her gaze upon the little girl was incredibly tender, filled with indulgence. When speaking to the little girl, she looked straight into her eyes, eye to eye, rather than looking down on her from a position of superiority. Such a parent was a good one who knew how to respect her child and how to interact with them.

As she walked out of the classroom, Chu Jin looked at the school’s buildings and the children’s innocent faces, her lips unconsciously curling into a smile. Not far off was a curved slide and seesaws. Seeing these, Chu Jin felt a pang of longing in her heart. When she was a child, she was the only legitimate daughter of the Qin family. As soon as she was old enough to understand, she received the best manners and upbringing, always mindful of her actions. These things were never a part of her childhood—now that she thought about it, she did feel a bit of regret.

"Pengpeng’s mom, you dropped something."

It was at this moment that a gentle voice sounded from behind her.

Chu Jin halted and turned her head to see Ji Haoran’s mother looking at her with a smiling face, holding a blue wallet in her hand.

At the same time, the voice of the system echoed in her mind.

[Ding! You have triggered a daily task: Help Song Juan overcome the imminent difficulty! Complete the task to receive 88% Faith Value.]

So... who is Song Juan?

And, with 88% Faith Value, it seems like this is another challenging task.

Last time it was 16 bombs, who knows what it will be this time.

"Jin, Song Juan is Ji Haoran’s mother," Zi explained.

Upon hearing this, Chu Jin looked up at Song Juan and took the wallet she was offering, "Thank you."

"You’re welcome," Song Juan smiled.

Chu Jin looked at her, speaking in a light tone, "Haoran’s mom, you’ve been having a poor appetite recently? Your nerves are a bit weak, and you often wake up from sleep only to suffer from insomnia for the rest of the night, finding no answers from doctors. You’re currently taking herbal medicine to recuperate?"

Song Juan was surprised by Chu Jin’s sudden remark, with a look of scrutiny in her eyes.

Lately, her condition had been poor, just as Chu Jin described—very little appetite, restless spirit, constantly dreaming of unpleasant past events. Just yesterday, she had visited the hospital, the most authoritative one in Capital City, and they hadn’t found anything wrong with her.

Out of options, she resorted to taking nerve-calming Chinese medicine, but unfortunately, even after several courses of treatment, there was still no effect.

However, other than her husband, no one else knew about this, not even her son. How did Chu Jin come to know?

Considering her husband’s important position in Capital City’s political realm and the number of people attempting to get close to her, she wondered whether Chu Jin had already investigated her.

With this thought, Song Juan’s expression became guarded, "Pengpeng’s mom, you’re overthinking it. I’m fine, no discomfort at all. My driver is waiting for me, I have to go, goodbye."

Chu Jin was not annoyed, watching Song Juan’s retreating figure slowly speak, "Your steps are unsteady as you walk, your complexion pale. Even though you manage a forced smile, it can’t hide the fatigue in your eyes. Your eyes are swollen, your pupils slightly dilated, and your brow is darkened. Occasionally, you feel a faint pain and heaviness in your lower left abdomen, loss of appetite, irritability, sleeplessness—and this has been going on for over half a month now, hasn’t it?"

Her calm voice, carried by the breeze, reached Song Juan’s ears without missing a word. Her steps gradually slowed and then stopped before she turned to face Chu Jin, still composed on the surface but shaken within.

Chu Jin took out a folded hundred-yuan bill made into a peace charm from the wallet and walked over to Song Juan with a smile, "My last name is Chu, and I might be able to help you."

Song Juan looked at Chu Jin, silent, her expression complex. She came to bring her son to school nearly every day, and even when she felt unwell recently, she did so without fail. But she had never seen Chu Jin here before. To know so much about her upon their first meeting, Chu Jin was highly suspicious.

As Chu Jin smiled and pushed the peace charm into Song Juan’s hand, she said, "This is a peace charm; keep it close. Also, during this time, you should avoid driving if you can walk. And if you ever come to trust me, feel free to call me anytime—you know the number."

For some reason, after Chu Jin finished speaking, a string of numbers unexplainably popped into Song Juan’s mind.

It was strange.

In the sweltering heat, a chill ran through her heart.

By the time Song Juan came to her senses, Chu Jin’s figure had disappeared in the crowd.

Clutching the peace charm in her hand, her previously muddled mind seemed to suddenly clear up a bit.

Just who was that young girl?

Could she really trust her without any reservations?

Song Juan walked dazedly into the car, and as she fastened her seatbelt, she suddenly remembered Chu Jin’s advice. She was about to undo the seatbelt and get out of the car when her phone in her pocket suddenly rang.

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