Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 469 - 468, The Picked-Up Child (Part 3)

Chapter 469: 468, The Picked-Up Child (Part 3)

After the words were spoken, the room fell into an eerie silence.

The matriarch of the Mo family trembled lightly all over with rage.

They were taking advantage of Mo Zhixuan’s weakness, pushing her towards death.

But among those present, whether it was Mo Feixue, Zhang Linzi, or Qin Qingchen, not a single one was willing to speak up for the old Madam Mo.

At this moment, the mother and daughter only had each other.

Isolated and unsupported.

Accusing Mo Qingyi of being a calamitous lone star was indeed orchestrated by Mo Feixue, but it was not fabricated out of thin air.

Qin Qingchen and Zhang Linzi were both masters.

They would not lie about such a matter.

Nor would they jest with their own reputation.

The fate of Mo Qingyi was indeed peculiar.

Being born into the Mo family was fortunate.

If she had been born into a normal family, she would’ve only brought endless disaster to relatives and friends.

"Don’t be afraid, Qingqing. As long as I’m here today, nobody can bully you," the old madam comforted Mo Qingyi in a soft voice.

"Mom, I’m not scared," said Mo Qingyi, but her reddened eyes betrayed her.

Seeing that the old madam did not reply, Zheng Chuyi stood up from her chair directly, "What’s it going to be, Aunt Mo? Have you made up your mind? Do you want Zhixuan to live, or this bastard to live?"

She and Mo Qingyi had a long-standing grudge.

If Mo Qingyi hadn’t stirred up trouble, she and Mo Zhixuan wouldn’t have arrived at this point, nor would Chu Jin have managed to steal the Konghou, leaving her unable to play it now.

No matter what, she had to deal with Mo Qingyi, this thorn in her side.

"Auntie, don’t hesitate," Mo Feixue also spoke up, "Is a real son not as good as a bastard? Think about it. Our Mo family is a prestigious family of a hundred years, we certainly can’t let a foundling with an unknown origin contaminate our bloodline, what would people say if this gets out? Wouldn’t they laugh at us?"

Foundling, bastard.

Each word deeply scorched Mo Qingyi’s heart.

She thought she did not care about these things.

But when she truly faced these accusations, she realized just how fragile she was, how easily defeated.

She could barely stand.

She didn’t know whom to hate.

Zheng Chuyi or Mo Feixue.

Or perhaps, the one who gave birth to her.

The old Madam Mo’s face was also a bit pale. At this moment, she was caught in a dilemma. Zheng Chuyi had completely changed from the little girl she had raised by hand; she had changed inside out.

The person who disappointed her the most was Mo Feixue.

She never expected that she would stand with Zheng Chuyi.

They had become birds of a feather.

The two people in front of her, she had personally watched them grow up.

She never thought that Mo Feixue would one day stand on the opposite side.

The most unpredictable thing in this world is the human heart.

The fastest thing to change is also the human heart.

Nobody knows whether the person standing opposite you is a human or a ghost.

Right then, a woman’s voice sounded from outside the door, unusually pleasing to the ear.

"Sister, the house is so lively today, why didn’t you call me? Look, everyone’s here; I almost missed such an exciting scene." A figure with a graceful figure walked in slowly, twisting her slender waist.

Upon seeing the newcomer, a glimmer of hope swiftly kindled in the depths of Mo Qingyi’s eyes, "Aunt Tong!"

"Look at my poor niece, tell Aunt Tong, who has bullied you? I’ll help you get back at them," said a calm voice that filled the entire room, drawing all eyes to Tong Zhi.

She held a rainbow feathered fan in her hand, wore high-heeled shoes on her feet, and displayed an elegant posture with outstanding facial features. She was dressed in a jade green cheongsam, with a white fox fur draped around her neck, and her hair was simply pinned up with a green hairpin.

It was a beauty that transcended age, intelligent, elegant, brimming with charm.

Just like the gentle breezes of April, softening hearts and dazzling onlookers.

"Xiao Zhi, how come you’re here?" The old Madam Mo lifted her eyes to look at Tong Zhi, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

With a playful scolding, Tong Zhi said, "And to think, if I hadn’t come, my poor grandniece might have been bullied to death. What kind of mother are you, allowing a few outsiders to bully your own daughter like this?"

While speaking, she gently wrapped an arm around Mo Qingyi’s shoulder and lightly waved her rainbow feathered fan.

"Don’t be afraid, with Auntie Tong here, no one can bully you today."

The brief sentence rang with forceful conviction.

"Auntie Tong, it’s not right for you to say that, no one here is bullying anyone, we are just cleaning house, doing what needs to be done," Zheng Chuyi took over the conversation without changing her expression.

Her mouth curved in an appropriate arc, gentle and graceful, which was probably everyone’s first impression of her.

Little did they know, beneath such a beautiful facade hid a filthy heart.

"Presumptuous!" Tong Zhi’s gaze turned cold, "Since when was it your turn to speak at the Mo family?"

Zheng Chuyi was not angry; instead, she provocatively looked towards Tong Zhi, "Considering you are an elder, I will call you Auntie Tong, and I do hope you’ll act the part. Whether or not it’s my place to speak at the Mo family, really isn’t up to you to decide," she turned her gaze to the Mo family matriarch, "Auntie Mo, don’t you agree with what I’m saying?"

This statement carried an implicit threat.

Zheng Chuyi regarded herself as a reincarnation of an empress and didn’t take anyone seriously.

To her, Tong Zhi was nothing to be afraid of.

Had Tong Zhi shown her a shred of decency when she left the Mo family that day, advising her to stay, she would not have treated Tong Zhi this way.

But what happened that day? Tong Zhi did not utter a word to keep her.

On the contrary, she humiliated her, pushing her to be with Jiang Mubai.

The Jiang family was nothing but a nobody in the Superpower World; how could Jiang Mubai be a match for her?

This Tong Zhi was simply too presumptuous!

Today, she intended to turn the tables on those who once laughed at her.

The Mo family matriarch looked somewhat forlorn as she gently tugged at Tong Zhi’s sleeve and said in a low voice.

"Tong Zhi, you don’t need to handle this matter. Rest assured, I won’t allow Qingyi to be wronged. You take Qingyi to rest first; I’ve got this under control."

This was not the time to confront Zheng Chuyi head-on.

That’s why the Mo family matriarch chose to calm things down and take a step back.

"Sister, what’s wrong with you today? Haven’t you realized that Zheng Chuyi has already climbed over your head?" Tong Zhi looked rather upset, as she had never seen her sister so weak before.

The Mo family matriarch sighed, "Tong Zhi, be good and stay out of this, I know what I’m doing." Her voice was as low as it could be.

And so, besides Tong Zhi, no one else heard her.

"Sister!" Tong Zhi’s brow furrowed, clearly unwilling to see the Mo family matriarch endure in silence.

The Mo family matriarch suddenly looked up and said seriously, "Tong Zhi, I hope Zhixuan can live a good life."

A very ordinary remark, yet it carried an undertone of helplessness and a mother’s sorrow.

They say that motherhood is fortified by strength.

As long as Zhixuan could live well, she was willing to do anything.

Hearing this, Tong Zhi’s eyes dimmed for a moment.

She knew what day it was, or she wouldn’t have bothered coming to the Mo family at all.

"So, are you done whispering to Auntie Mo, Auntie Tong?" Zheng Chuyi said, observing them with a sneering smile on her lips.

Tong Zhi looked up unapologetically and said sternly, "You disrespectful brat!"

"Outrageous!" Qin Qingchen’s eyes turned frosty as he took a few steps forward, his sleeve sweeping out.

A fiery red orb burst from his sleeve, hurtling toward Tong Zhi at high speed.

"Child’s play." Tong Zhi slightly curved her lips, not taking the fireball seriously. With a casual flick of her five-colored feather fan, the fireball disappeared into thin air.

Zheng Chuyi smiled demurely, "Young Qin, there’s no need for you to intervene. No matter what, Auntie Tong is still my elder. If you act like this, people who don’t know better might think I instructed you to do so."

Qin Qingchen glanced at Zheng Chuyi, then stepped back respectfully, acknowledging her words.

Tong Zhi recognized Qin Qingchen and a flicker of confusion passed through her eyes.

Why would two people such as Zhang Linzi and Qin Qingchen stand behind Zheng Chuyi?

And when Zhang Linzi and Qin Qingchen recognized the five-colored feather fan in Tong Zhi’s hand, surprise crossed their faces.

Tong Zhi knew them.

Yet they didn’t know Tong Zhi, but they recognized the fan in her hand.

"Auntie Mo, since you are reluctant to respond to my query, it seems I am allowed to make the decision on your behalf." At this point, Zheng Chuyi paused before continuing, "Fei Xue, why wait any longer, take action. It’s time to restore peace to the Mo family."

"Alright." Mo Feixue nodded gently and started walking towards the Mo family matriarch and Tong Zhi; simultaneously, a Magic Wand appeared in her hand.

With each step she took, a layer of impenetrable ice formed beneath her feet.

"Fei Xue!" Tong Zhi stopped Mo Feixue with an outstretched hand, her eyes full of warning, "What are you planning to do?"