Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 435 - 434 (first watch of the night)

Chapter 435: 434 (first watch of the night)

As the car pulled out of the community gate, a silver-gray Bentley slowly entered from the other lane. With its window half-open, for a fleeting moment, Chu Jin’s peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a familiar profile, especially that scrutinizing gaze, which sent a shock through her heart and left her breathless. By the time she turned to look, the Bentley’s taillights had already disappeared around the corner at a remarkable speed.

Who was in the car?

Why did it give her such a strange feeling?

Chu Jin slightly frowned, her temples throbbing as she pressed on them, her thoughts running deep.

"Are you alright? Feeling uncomfortable?" Mo Zhixuan asked, noticing her odd behavior, and reached out to feel her forehead.

Chu Jin offered a faint smile, telling the truth, "I’m fine. It’s just that I thought I saw someone I knew, but what’s strange is I can’t remember who it was."

After her words, Mo Zhixuan also glanced out of the car window, a subtle turbulence flashing in his deep eyes, then gently said, unshaken, "If you can’t remember, then don’t bother trying. You might have seen wrongly."

"Perhaps..." Chu Jin scratched her head, but the scene of the two cars passing each other kept replaying in her mind.

The person in the car was really very familiar.

Upon reaching an intersection, Mo Zhixuan pulled over, and in no time, two people brought big and small gift boxes and a bouquet of flowers.

This was a basic courtesy for visiting a sick person and meeting their family.

Although Zhao Yan was in a vegetative state, the respect due to her remained uncompromised.

Mo Zhixuan did not get out of the car. The people simply placed the items in the trunk, and within less than five minutes, the car was back on its way.

Chu Jin turned to look at the man who was driving attentively, her lips curling into a slight, yet radiant smile.

**

Roughly thirty minutes later, a black Bugatti Veyron came to a stop at the hospital’s entrance.

Mo Zhixuan got out of the car and then walked around to the other side to carefully open the door for Chu Jin. Just as she stepped out, his phone rang. He answered it with his usual composure, but his expression grew increasingly stern.

June in Capital City was like a furnace, stuffy and hot, and the incessant chirping of cicadas made one feel irritable. Chu Jin raised her hand to shield her eyes, speckled and mottled sunlight streaming through her fingers. She glanced up at Mo Zhixuan with a slight arch of her brow, "Why don’t you go to the company? I can go up on my own."

That earlier phone call was from the company; it seemed that there was some important contract waiting for his signature.

"It’s alright, it’s nothing major," Mo Zhixuan replied as usual, taking out a bouquet of carnations and the big and small gift boxes from the trunk, then turned to look at Chu Jin, "Let’s go."

"I’ll help you with some of that." Chu Jin followed close behind, reaching out to take some of the boxes from his hands, but he didn’t give her the chance, simply handing her the carnations instead.

Walking side by side toward the inpatient department, they attracted many glances.

Mo Zhixuan had a naturally stunning and sculpted appearance. Tall and elegant, such a man would be the center of attention wherever he went. Chu Jin was also strikingly beautiful, as if she had stepped out of a painting, delicate like orchids and plums. Together, they made an incredibly stunning sight, prompting others to indulge in wild imaginations and fabricate numerous stories.

The door to the VIP ward was half-open, through which one could vaguely see a weathered figure sitting by the bed, hunched over, seemingly wiping away tears.

Chu Jin, leading the way, was about to push the door open when she caught sight of the figure and her fingers stiffened.

If she wasn’t mistaken, that person sitting by the bed should be Zhao Hai.

"What’s wrong?" Mo Zhixuan lowered his gaze to look at her.

"It’s nothing," Chu Jin’s expression returned to normal the next instant, and she pushed the door open and walked in.

Mo Zhixuan followed her.

With their entrance, the air in the ward instantly fell silent.

Mo Zhixuan intentionally suppressed his formidable aura, but even so, he was hard to ignore.

Apparently not expecting someone to enter suddenly, Zhao Hai was startled for a moment before turning around. Seeing who it was, he said, incredulous, "Jin? What are you doing here?"

Beyond disbelief, there was also guilt and even a reluctance to look directly at Chu Jin.

He had gone too far that day.

For no good reason, he had driven a child to such a state.

No matter what, she was the only bloodline his daughter had left in this world.

He thought that after Chu Jin left, she wouldn’t last outside for long before returning home, after all, she was just an 18-year-old girl with not yet fully grown wings. Without the protection of the Zhao family, she could not possibly survive, not everyone has Zhao Yiling’s talent.

Unexpectedly, not only did she survive, she also thrived, running the Chu family business to new heights, her status in Capital City growing by the day.

Meanwhile, the Zhao Group was declining day by day, and its current situation was almost no different from bankruptcy.

What’s more, he hadn’t seen his only granddaughter, Zhao Yiling, for many days now.

Now, he realized that his granddaughter was not as weak as he had imagined. She was excellent, and in terms of talent and strategy, perhaps even better than Zhao Yiling.