Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 429 - 428 (second watch of the night)

Chapter 429: 428 (second watch of the night)

Mo Zhixuan, radiating an icy chill, pulled Chu Jin into the living room.

Chu Jin could clearly feel that the coldness emanating from him had intensified significantly compared to before. His hand was like a chunk of ice, bone-chillingly cold as if it could freeze over at any moment. The pulse that was once strong and vigorous had become much weaker, beating slowly and faintly as if gradually being encased in ice. It was erratic, not like a normal person’s pulse at all, and very strange.

Chu Jin’s brows rose in challenge, and she took his pulse with a deft move of her hand, squinting her eyes as she focused on the examination.

Mo Zhixuan did not struggle; instead, he just watched her, the corners of his mouth lifting in a barely discernible curve.

His pulse was extremely erratic, normal yet not normal, and even she couldn’t diagnose what was wrong with him. After a moment, Chu Jin looked up at him, "Have you felt unwell recently?" From her angle, she could see Mo Zhixuan’s smoothly contoured, delicate jawline, his long neck, and the first button of his white shirt undone, exposing his delicate collarbone.

In fact, Chu Jin had always been puzzled about how a normal person could be so cold.

Without a trace of warmth whatsoever.

Mo Zhixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone deep, "Only the elderly are weak and sickly. I am fine, there’s no need for you to worry."

Chu Jin: "..." You make it sound like you’re not even of age yet.

"How do you know that ’effeminate’ guy?" Mo Zhixuan continued to ask seriously.

When he said "effeminate," there was no sense of incongruity.

Even with a trace of his inherent coolness.

"Effeminate?" Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, a smile in her eyes, "Are you referring to... Mo Qianjue?"

Mo Zhixuan’s eyebrows twitched, neither confirming nor denying.

Chu Jin walked over to the water dispenser to get a glass of water, her tone indifferent, "I’m not close with him. We just met today."

In the kitchen, Aunt Zhang had already started preparing dinner.

Delicious smells wafted out from time to time.

Mo Zhixuan sat down in front of the sofa, his expression serious as he said, "That man, Mo Qianjue, is cunning and scheming, heavy with ulterior motives, and outwardly righteous. Try to keep your distance from him in the future."

"Did you know him before?" Chu Jin asked as she sat down beside him, picking up the remote control and turning on the TV.

"The face reflects the heart," Mo Zhixuan replied indifferently, "Just by looking at his facial features, you can tell he’s no good. Don’t be fooled by him."

Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, teasingly replying, "Mo Daddy, when did you learn how to read faces?"

"There’s much you don’t know about me," Mo Zhixuan handed her a peeled tangerine, his tone slow, "You will discover it gradually in the future."

Chu Jin took the tangerine, "Your face is telling me that it’s already given up on you."

Mo Zhixuan pinched her cheek, his deep voice laced with a touch of indulgence, "Sharp-tongued, but facts speak louder than words."

Her skin was fair and delicate; even without much force, her jade-like complexion turned red almost instantly.

Watching the confident Mr. Mo, Chu Jin suddenly felt playful, and with a light laugh, she said, "Come on, Mr. Mo, to prove your intelligence is up to par, let me test your Mandarin, shall we?" Her eyes were slightly squinted, like a crescent moonlet filled with twinkling stars, irresistible and captivating.

"Test away," Mo Zhixuan sat there with his long legs crossed, his profile as perfect as jade.

Chu Jin sat up straight, "Then say these four words for me, ’An Lushan Rebellion.’"

"An Lushan Rebellion." His pronunciation was spot-on, his voice deep and magnetic, with a hint of chill, extremely pleasing to the ear.

Chu Jin nodded and took a sip of water, "Alright, not bad, the pronunciation is standard. Now, replace ’rebellion’ with ’green’, and say it again."

Mo Zhixuan, completely unfazed, replied directly, "An Lushan Green."

"Pfft!" Chu Jin couldn’t hold back and accidentally sprayed out the water she had been drinking. Hearing this phrase coming out of Mr. Mo’s mouth, with his serious and cool demeanor, was just too much!

An (I) Lushan (am) Green (only a donkey).

This old joke had actually fooled Mr. Mo.

Where was his intelligence?

In reality, Chu Jin’s little tricks were nothing to the old and cunning Mr. Mo; he had simply played along to make her happy.

He hadn’t expected this silly girl to laugh so heartily.

In fact, this was how an eighteen-year-old girl should be—carefree with unrestrained laughter on her face.

Footsteps sounded from behind, "Sir, Miss, dinner is ready." Aunt Zhang looked around the living room, not seeing anyone, and asked with some confusion, "Eh? Where is everyone?"