Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 434 - 433 (first watch of the night)

Chapter 434: 433 (first watch of the night)

"Qingyi, you’ve grown up now and should know the truth about everything. In the future, if you want to find your biological parents, mom won’t stop you. It’s enough if you still remember me as your mom, even if you think of me just as your aunt..." Mo Qingyi’s adoptive mother couldn’t continue, already weeping unabashedly.

"Mom," Mo Qingyi cried profusely, embracing the elderly Mrs. Mo tightly, "don’t say that, you will always be my mom, I will never leave you..."

The kindness of one’s upbringing is greater than heaven itself.

As for the so-called biological parents, the moment they decided to abandon her, they no longer had any relationship with her.

"Good child," the elderly Mrs. Mo said, her eyes moist with a look of relief.

Although she would respect Mo Qingyi’s choice, the thought of Mo Qingyi potentially choosing to leave her and starting a search for her birth parents was something she found hard to accept.

After all, she had raised her for eighteen years, treating Mo Qingyi as her own daughter all those years.

"Qingyi, these are your belongings from when you were a baby; I’ve kept them until today. From now on, you should keep them yourself, even if just for a keepsake." Saying so, the elderly Mrs. Mo handed those items to Mo Qingyi.

A sheet of red paper, a yellowed plastic baby bottle, and a set of baby clothes.

Written on the red paper was a line of elegant handwriting: "This girl was born on the eighth day of the winter month, at the hour of the pig, in the year of Bingxu."

Just those cold, hard fifteen words, nothing more.

Mo Qingyi looked at these items, not sure what to feel, with tears continuing to stream down her face.

**

Huagui Park.

When Chu Jin returned from her run, Mr. Mo was already carrying breakfast to the dining room.

He was dressed in a clean white shirt and tailored suit pants, his sleeves neatly rolled up a few turns, revealing strong forearms and a shiny, cold-looking wristwatch.

He had left the second button of his white shirt undone, revealing his sexy Adam’s apple.

The man had an aura of proud solitude that seemed out of place in the homely dining room.

As Chu Jin entered, Mr. Mo, without even lifting his head, said, "Wash your hands and get ready for breakfast." His tone was natural, giving Chu Jin the illusion that they had been living this way for a long time.

"I’m going to take a shower; you start without me." Without waiting for Mr. Mo to respond, Chu Jin pushed off with both hands, leaped over the wooden banister, and spun onto the spiral staircase, a breeze lifting her flowing hair as she disappeared around the corner.

Mr. Mo watched her disappearing figure, a slight smile curving his lips for a moment, making the world lose its color and the ice and snow melt away. But the smile was fleeting.

About fifteen minutes later, Chu Jin came downstairs. She was wearing a white T-shirt and cropped ripped jeans that made her legs look slender and long, very proportionate. She wore white sneakers, showing off her delicate, fair ankles.

The young girl in front of him was youthful and vivacious, yet also charming, a unique beauty in every glance and smile.

Mo Zhixuan’s gaze flickered for a moment before he discreetly looked away, pouring milk into a glass, "Come and eat breakfast." His voice was low.

"Oh, coming." Chu Jin quickly walked over and saw that the breakfast had already been laid out on the table.

The breakfast was very simple: plain congee, eggs, fried dough sticks, and milk, with a side dish of spicy and sour wood ear mushrooms.

Aunt Zhang had not yet arrived, so it appeared that Mr. Mo had prepared everything himself.

Mr. Mo sat on the other side of the table, not starting to eat in advance but waiting for her. Seeing her sit down, he gently cracked an egg for her. After peeling it, he placed the egg white in Chu Jin’s bowl while he deftly swallowed the yolk himself.

Chu Jin watched him with surprise. How did this man know she didn’t eat egg yolks?

Her heart felt unexpectedly warm.

As a child, only her grandmother had treated her so well.

Unfortunately, she let her grandmother down later on by misjudging people.

Mr. Mo ate his simple meal with quiet elegance, elevating the humble food to the level of a luxurious western meal. Unlike others, he didn’t boast or fish for compliments for cooking a meal or peeling an egg for his fiancée – talking smoothly and acting self-satisfied. A man like him always kept his emotions off his face, never disclosing whether he’s happy or angry, always acting rather than talking, steady as Mount Tai.

Such a person either never falls in love, or once they do become emotionally involved and use their heart, they become deeply mired and committed to that one person for life, with nothing able to sway their affections elsewhere.

For life, devoted to just one person.

After dinner, Chu Jin went to wash the dishes but was brushed aside by Mr. Mo, "You don’t need to add to the chaos. These are all fragile items. Just go play with Xiao Bai over there."

Xiao Bai graciously meowed in response and exchanged a look of wide-eyed innocence with Chu Jin.

Chu Jin: "..." as if she were a child with a learning disability.

Perhaps because he was older, Mr. Mo always wanted to do everything himself, hating to see her lift a finger or suffer the slightest inconvenience.

He had no experience in love and didn’t know how to interact with girls, nor did he know how to speak sweet nothings. The only thing he could do was to spoil and indulge her.

Chu Jin didn’t leave the kitchen but stood silently by, watching Mr. Mo wash the dishes.

His white shirt remained immaculate, untouched by a single stain. In that moment, he didn’t seem to be in a kitchen filled with the scent of cooking but rather like a business tycoon commanding the battlefield from high above.

If one hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, who would believe that the head of the Mo family would humble himself to deal with pots and pans in a kitchen?

Especially those from the Superpower World, if they saw Mo Zhixuan like this, their jaws would probably hit the floor in astonishment.

Chu Jin walked over and gently wrapped her arms around Mr. Mo’s lean waist, pressing her face against his back, "Mr. Mo, thank you for your hard work."

There are some people in the world whose mere silhouette can bring a sense of peace.

No matter if it’s snowy or rainy, with him by her side, it’s always a sunny day.

Feeling a continuous warmth coming from behind him, Mr. Mo’s entire body obviously stiffened, then he nonchalantly put the cleaned dish into the sterilizer. Only then did he reach out to grasp the hand at his waist, enveloping her delicate, boneless hand with his large one, his voice deep and husky, "Indeed, it’s been tough, so how do you plan to repay me?"

Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, attempting to let go of his waist, but her hands were held even tighter, "What would you like me to do in return?"

"How about," Mo Zhixuan’s eyes glinted with amusement, he turned around, raised her chin, their eyes met. His handsome eyes shimmered like stars, pure yet seductive, alluring yet not vulgar. Mr. Mo was momentarily flustered, then leaned in closer, his exquisitely defined features magnified before her, "offering yourself to me?"

Just as his lips were about to touch hers, Chu Jin tilted her head away and gently pushed him back, a soft blush coloring her porcelain face, "Mr. Mo, your face tells me it’s already given up on you." With that, she quickly left the kitchen.

Mr. Mo watched her retreating back, a warmth flooding his deep eyes, and after tidying up the dishes, he pocketed his hands and left the kitchen.

In the living room, Chu Jin held a black backpack in one hand and her cellphone in the other, ready to head out.

"Where are you going?" Mo Zhixuan followed her, lowering his gaze to button up his cuffs, a simple gesture interpreted with an undeniable air of aristocratic elegance.

In the blink of an eye, he assumed once again that mature and steady demeanor of a man who has weathered many storms.

"To the hospital to see my mom." Chu Jin looked up at him, her tone light.

Mo Zhixuan paused for a moment, then regained his composure and picked up the car keys from the coffee table, "I’ll accompany you."

"You don’t need to go to the company today?" Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly. Was Mo Corp that idle?

Mo Zhixuan looked composed, his voice still low and deep, "Compared to the company, visiting my mother-in-law is more important." The words seemed casual but were uttered with deep sincerity.

Chu Jin didn’t speak. Her ears felt slightly warm while Mo Zhixuan suddenly stepped closer, shortening the distance between them and took her right hand, "Don’t just stand there, let’s go."

The black Bugatti Veyron was quietly parked next to the villa.

Like its owner, it was understated and mysterious, reflecting dazzling light in the sunshine.

Even though it was a hot June, the interior of the car was exceptionally cool, as if the air conditioning was on.

After getting into the car, the man initiated the engine and inquired, "Which hospital is your mother at?"

"City First People’s Hospital." Chu Jin lifted her hand to tuck stray hairs behind her ear.

Soft sunlight filtered through the windshield and evenly sprinkled over her, as if gracing her with a halo, bringing out the light in her eyes. Her dark hair was tied back, exposing a smooth, full forehead, giving her an exceptionally obedient appearance. Mo Zhixuan couldn’t resist, and with one hand, he fondly ruffled her head before driving off.