Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 450, two words (one update)

Chapter 450: 450, two words (one update)

Chu Jin was also raising a White Tiger for the first time and lacked experience.

Truthfully, she had never seen such a timid White Tiger before.

It was as timid as a cat.

"Old Mo," Chu Jin looked up at Mo Zhixuan and tossed the question to him, "are you sure this is a White Tiger?"

Following ’Dad Mo’, yet another new nickname.

Age was indeed a weakness.

Especially an age that dies upon exposure to light.

Mo Zhixuan put down his chopsticks and helplessly rubbed his forehead, turning his head to look at Chu Jin, "When have I ever lied to you? Right, I need to go abroad for a few days. My phone won’t be convenient to use, so be careful when you’re home alone. Try to avoid contact with strangers, especially those wearing black clothes and hats."

If the situation weren’t so special, he wouldn’t have disappeared at this time.

Who knows what that madman Xuanyuan Shangchen might do in the time he’s gone.

Black clothes, wearing a hat.

Chu Jin squinted her eyes slightly, as an important piece of information briefly flashed through her mind, fleeting, catching nothing.

"When are you leaving?" Chu Jin raised her eyes to look at him.

"The flight is tomorrow afternoon." Mo Zhixuan lit a cigarette, held it at the corner of his mouth, and breathed out smoke. His sharp facial features were instantly hidden in a veil of smoke, becoming ambiguous, very hazy.

Chu Jin watched him and then said, "Then let me send you off." She happened to be free tomorrow afternoon anyway.

"No need," Mo Zhixuan tapped the ash from his cigarette, his deep phoenix eyes containing an indescribable expression. He leaned over, ruffled her hair and said in a low voice, "Just stay home and be good, and don’t make me worry."

It wasn’t about going out—the idea of actually letting her send him off was out of the question.

Some dangers, he could face alone; she must not get involved.

This upcoming extremely Yin night was different from all the others.

Even he didn’t know if he would be able to get through it safely.

His feelings were somewhat complicated.

Once a person has attachments, they start to fear death.

He wasn’t afraid of death, but he was scared of never seeing her again.

Heaven had given him hope, only to accompany it with disappointment.

"When have I ever caused you to worry?" Chu Jin slightly raised her eyebrow, asking in return.

"Of course," Mo Zhixuan extinguished his cigarette, reached out to embrace her neck, and her exquisitely delicate face instantly enlarged in front of the man. Upon closer look, her pale skin scarcely revealed any flaws, perfect, as smooth and tender as milk.

"Rather than worrying, I’d prefer to..." The man’s cool breath sprayed near her ear, his voice low, and the last two words were spoken with earnest, as if he were carrying out routine duties.

From his serious face, one could hardly imagine he had just spoken such rascally words.

His lips were slightly cool.

His breathing was even.

"Old Mo, are you trying to start a fire?" Chu Jin took control, lightly lifting his chin, her red lips parting slightly.

Playing the rascal.

Who can’t?

She couldn’t just sit back and allow herself to be flustered by Mr. Mo every time; this time, she had to tease him back.

Her demeanor was somewhat bright and a little cold, with a faint smile on her lips and shallow dimples that seemed to draw people in.

Mr. Mo’s gaze flickered.

In this world, there are those with whom your heart is connected, no matter when, she can always take your breath away.

She could light up your whole world.

"Need me to help put out the fire?" Mr. Mo reached out, grasped her tender hand, and with a gentle pull, the world spun around, and in an instant, she found herself sitting on his lap.

The position was suggestive.

Her nostrils filled with the distinctive tobacco scent from the man.

The temperature of his body seemed even colder than before, like deep ice in the dead of winter, giving a very comfortable feeling amidst this hot summer. Chu Jin slightly raised her eyebrow, wrapped her hand around his neck, met his gaze, and her lips curled slightly, "How do you want to put it out?"

"What do you say?" The man reached out, clasped the back of her head, and kissed her, his lips pressed against her red ones, sieging and conquering, more domineering than ever, leaving no room for resistance.

A deep kiss, the clash of teeth, the intertwining of tongues.

It was intense.

The two seemed to be fighting for victory in this kiss.

Mr. Mo’s eyes were growing darker, the ink in the depths thickening, his long fingertips electric, igniting fires everywhere. When it came to such matters, the man had always been a natural. In another villa.

Ling Que just sat on the couch, and Chu Jin entered carrying two cups of hot milk with a smile, "Ling Que, I made some hot milk. Would you like a cup?"

"No thanks, I’ll pass," Ling Que promptly refused.

"You just got caught in the rain, and you’re not feeling well. Drink some milk to warm up," Chu Jin offered the milk to Ling Que.

Ling Que looked up at her, then reached out to take it, but whether Chu Jin did not hold it steadily or Ling Que didn’t catch it well, a cup of scalding milk spilled over Ling Que’s body.

Clang—

The fragile glass cup fell to the floor and shattered.

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it wasn’t on purpose..." Chu Jin’s face was full of disarray as she frantically pulled out tissues to wipe the milk stains on Ling Que.

Ling Que pondered for a moment, glanced at her with a thoughtful look in her eyes, then said concerningly, "It was my fault for not holding it steady. It has nothing to do with you. Are you all right? Did it burn you?"

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