Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 449, the main gate of the fourth hospital is broken.

Chapter 449: 449, the main gate of the fourth hospital is broken.

Xuanyuan Shangchen was well aware of what he was currently doing.

As long as he could win a chance of survival for Junhuang, he was willing to pay any price.

It was love, and it was duty.

Chu Jin half-supported Ling Que as they headed upstairs, passing through the foyer and stopping in front of a bedroom door, where Chu Jin’s hand rested on the doorknob.

Ling Que’s gaze fell on Chu Jin’s hand, noticing a very simple sapphire ring on her ring finger that, set against her red clothes, didn’t seem out of place but instead sparkled with a subdued glow, radiating a commanding aura.

Ling Que recognized the ring.

Having followed Xuanyuan Shangchen for many years, she knew it was the treasured heirloom of the Xuanyuan lineage. How had it now ended up on Chu Jin’s hand?

Ling Que slightly curved her lips, and without changing her expression, said in her usual tone, "The ring is quite beautiful."

Chu Jin pushed the door open and walked in, her voice soft, "Thank you, Xuanyuan brother gave it to me. I also find it very beautiful." Her demeanor was as affable as ever, and as she smiled faintly, it was almost as if through her smile, one could see Junhuang, who had already turned to bones.

This Chu Jin was not easy to deal with.

When she learned of Xuanyuan Shangchen’s plan, Ling Que had investigated Chu Jin’s background. To be forewarned is to be forearmed. According to what she had found, the former Chu Jin was just an ordinary mortal, someone she could easily manipulate, and thus Ling Que had never taken this nobody seriously.

But the Chu Jin of now had clearly moved beyond her control, as if she had transformed into someone else entirely.

She induced a strong sense of crisis in Ling Que.

What scared her even more was Xuanyuan Shangchen’s attitude.

If Xuanyuan Shangchen merely wanted to use Chu Jin as a puppet, why would he treat her so well? Giving her a ring, arranging for her to live with him.

This was treatment that should be reserved for his fiancée.

Ling Que didn’t even know what Xuanyuan Shangchen was actually up to.

His thoughts were too deep, like fog in the night that has become one with the darkness, impenetrable, inscrutable to all.

"Xuanyuan treats you very well," Ling Que turned her head to glance at Chu Jin, remarking lightly.

Chu Jin walked to the bed, pulled back the covers, looked back at Ling Que and replied in a mellifluous voice, "Xuanyuan brother is very kind to everyone. This is my bed. If you don’t mind, you can lay down and rest for a bit."

"No need," Ling Que smiled faintly, "I’m fine sitting."

There were sofas in the room, and Ling Que settled herself down gracefully, the fatigue no longer visible in her eyes.

Huagui Park.

Mo Zhixuan stood there calmly as ever, the depths of his eyes sharp and clear, visible even in the rainy night.

Not until an oil-paper umbrella covered his head did his expression return to normal, with a gentle warmth igniting in his eyes.

"Why are you standing here?" Mr. Mo was very tall, so Chu Jin had to strain to hold up the umbrella, tilting her head back to meet his gaze.

Mr. Mo smoothly took the umbrella from her, "I’m appreciating the moonlight."

Raindrops pattered against the umbrella. Chu Jin’s lips curved slightly, "Ha, such a cold joke."

On a rainy day, claiming to be admiring the moonlight?

Mr. Mo, where’s your intelligence?

Eaten by the White Tiger?

Mr. Mo didn’t seem embarrassed at all, as he wrapped one arm around Chu Jin’s shoulder and held the umbrella with the other hand, tilting it slightly so that most of the rain fell on him instead. His white shirt quickly became transparent, revealing fair skin along with the perfect lines of his abs and pecs.

As they walked, Mr. Mo advised, "The capital hasn’t been very peaceful these days. Be cautious when you go out, try not to talk with strangers." A faint glow reflected in his profound eyes.

As if in this world, there was only he.

Some scholars have said, falling in love with someone takes only 0.02 seconds, but forgetting someone takes a lifetime.

"Hmm?" Chu Jin looked up in confusion, "Why?"

"The gate at the Fourth Hospital is broken," Mr. Mo spoke sincerely, "there are quite a few mentally ill patients."

The Fourth Hospital, a mental health facility in the center of the capital city.

In Mr. Mo’s mind, Xuanyuan Shangchen was a bona fide lunatic.

Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, "Are you serious?"

"Of course," Mr. Mo responded, his thin lips parting to speak succinctly, his expression devoid of jest.

The two strolled leisurely and entered the villa’s gate after about a minute.

Aunt Zhang came out from inside, taking the umbrella from Chu Jin’s hands, "Sir, Miss, dinner is ready."

Dinner was plentiful, five dishes and one soup.

They sat opposite each other, dining quietly and elegantly while the White Tiger sat beside Chu Jin on the chair, silently consuming the premium cat food Aunt Zhang had prepared.

It lamented the fact that it, the mighty White Tiger, had been reduced to subsisting on cat food.

It preferred the chicken leg on the plate, and just as it reached out its paw, it retracted it silently upon catching sight of Mo Zhixuan from the corner of its eye.

With Mo Zhixuan’s presence, even breathing loudly felt like a luxury.

To appear more cat-like, the White Tiger dutifully licked its paws after eating.

"Zi, are you sure this creature is the White Tiger?" Zi commented faintly.

Chu Jin touched her chin, pondering, "Hmm, probably."