Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 472 - 471, never expect me to marry Zhi Xuan (second update)

Chapter 472: 471, never expect me to marry Zhi Xuan (second update)

"It looks like you want me to cut out your tongue first," Chu Jin said lightly as she lifted her eyes, her fingertip flickering subtly as a small dagger suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand.

Qingyi’s face was almost devoid of expression, yet it sent chills down one’s spine.

Listening to the conversations of the group, Mo Fengxu stood off to the side, completely bewildered.

Master Chu = Brother Jin = Jin = The Miss of the Chu Family...

Impressive, my Master Chu, playing multiple roles all by oneself!

So, what exactly is the story behind this Master Chu?

"Master Chu," Mo Fengxu swallowed hard, quite a feat, and without making a sound, he walked over to Chu Jin’s side, pressed down the hand that held the dagger, and said with a grin, "Please don’t be angry. Chuyi is just a child, and what she said was all in jest. Don’t take it to heart."

What a joke, he couldn’t let these two actually start fighting.

Though he knew that Master Chu couldn’t possibly lose.

But after all, Zheng Chuyi is the Saintess of the Superpower World. If they were to offend the Saintess, how could the Mo family maintain a foothold in the Superpower World?

The Mo family had already lost Mo Zhixuan.

They couldn’t afford to make another enemy.

Based on his understanding of Mo Zhixuan, he knew that Mo Zhixuan would never be able to return to the Superpower World in this lifetime.

Chuyi, this child! She had already been foolish once over a decade ago. How could she not have learned her lesson by now, and instead, have become even more outrageous!

It was really frustrating; he was caught in the middle, not knowing what to do.

Master Chu?

She even dared to call herself a master in front of Zhang Linzi and Qin Qingchen!

This was truly unprecedented.

Zhang and Qin were forefathers in the world of masters.

This was like trying to show off one’s skills in front of an expert—like trying to display carpentry in front of Lu Ban, or reciting the classic of filial piety in front of Confucius.

It was a level of foolishness unto its own.

Zhang Linzi, who was treating Qin Qingchen’s wounds, also had a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"What did you call her?" The old Madam Mo was completely unsettled, knowing full well what being called Master Chu represented.

But from beginning to end, she had never imagined that Master Chu and Chu Jin were the same person.

This was the future daughter-in-law she almost had the marriage annulled with.

How many more secrets were hidden within her future daughter-in-law?

The amount of information was too much for one to digest at once.

Tong Zhi and Mo Qingyi were also stunned.

Both stared intently at Chu Jin, afraid of missing anything.

Mo Fengxu repeated, "Master Chu! Sister-in-law, you know her, don’t you?" Clearly, these two knew each other, but why did the old Madam Mo look so incredulous?

Master Chu.

The three words once again entered everyone’s ears.

"Heh heh—"

Two mocking laughs suddenly broke the silence in the room.

"Uncle, don’t be sold out and still help count the money. Do you know who the person standing next to you is?" Mo Feixue spoke up in an even tone, brimming with sarcasm, "She is Chu Jin, the well-known Miss of the Capital City’s Chu Family. Did you really think anyone off the street could claim to be a master?"

Mo Feixue had also noticed the extraordinary aura enveloping Chu Jin.

That powerful presence was all too familiar.

It was clearly originating from Mo Zhixuan.

Could it be that Mo Zhixuan had anticipated today’s disputes and thus transferred his Spiritual Power to her in advance?

She hadn’t expected her younger brother to be so deeply involved.

In such circumstances, he actually disregarded his own safety and forcibly transferred his Spiritual Power to her.

However, what belonged to others would always remain theirs; a mere ordinary person, even if she had profound Spiritual Power within her body, could not truly unleash its full potential.

Therefore, at this moment, she simply did not take Chu Jin seriously at all.

Just a pitiful creature who could only live under the protection of men.

Master Chu is Chu Jin? The fiancee of her elder nephew?

The expression on Mo Fengxu’s face was as hideous as if he had eaten something disgusting.

Before coming to the secular world, Mo Fengxu had done some research and knew that Mo Zhixuan had a fiancee here; he was also aware of all her heroic deeds.

This fiancée, aside from having an unusual "Eight Characters," had nothing else in becoming of Mo Zhixuan.

She was even regarded as a failure the ordinary world of the mortals looked down upon.

At that time, he was wondering, how could such a woman with a history of poor behavior be a match for Mo Zhixuan?

Therefore, he had planned to persuade Mo Zhixuan to take the initiative to break off the engagement after the night of extreme yin.

However, he did not expect reality to give him such a huge surprise!

A waste turned master?

Oh, heavens!

This world is truly too insane.

Mo Fengxu looked at Chu Jin, his mouth half open as if he wanted to say something but then swallowed the words.

He was not a fool; throughout their journey, he had witnessed Chu Jin’s might with his own eyes, which couldn’t be more different from the rumors.

Indeed, the words of others are to be feared.

Only seeing is believing.

Moreover, it seemed that his sister-in-law had only just found out Chu Jin was Master Chu.

The little girl had concealed her depth well, even hiding it from her own mother-in-law.

For a moment, Mo Fengxu’s expression changed repeatedly.

"Second Uncle, please stand further back, please," Mo Fengxu said, "Otherwise, if we start to fight later and innocent bystanders get hurt, it won’t be good." In the Mo family, Mo Fengxu was a dispensable character, idling his days away, obsessed with cars, and with quite average cultivation. Otherwise, the position of acting patriarch wouldn’t have fallen to Mo Feixue.

It was for this reason that Mo Feixue dared to address him with such attitude.

"How can you speak like that! We’re one family; are we really going to fight?" Mo Fengxu’s smile froze on his lips, "Joking is fine, but there should be a limit. Do you still see me as your Second Uncle?"

"Second Uncle Mo, this matter has nothing to do with you," Zheng Chuyi said with a smile, "I advise you not to meddle in others’ affairs, so as not to harm the harmonious relationship between us." The last phrase carried a hint of threat.

"You! You two are trying to infuriate me to death!" Mo Fengxu pointed at them angrily, "...", too angry to utter a single word.

Originally, he had the greater picture in mind and wanted to turn hostility into friendship, but Zheng Chuyi and Mo Feixue were completely deaf to it.

Zheng Chuyi turned her gaze to Madam Mo, "Auntie Mo, some things I don’t wish to repeat a third time. You know what to do. Don’t make me wait too long."

With that, she turned and sat down in the Grand Master’s chair, picking up the teacup from the table and drinking with graceful poise.

Only, she had just lifted the teacup to her lips.

Bang—

A loud noise sounded, and the teacup from her hand slid down her chest and onto the floor, scalding tea splashing as the cup shattered into fragments.

Simultaneously, a faint female voice resonated through the air, "If you want to drink Mo family’s tea, you must be able to hold it steady first."

There stood Chu Jin, with a gradually intensifying glint of coldness in her eyes, her lips slightly curved, revealing shallow dimples.

She seemed somewhat nonchalant.

Yet also radiant and arrogant.

No one noticed how Chu Jin made her move, but Zheng Chuyi’s teacup was nonetheless knocked to the ground by her.

"Slut! Have you no desire to live?" Zheng Chuyi sprang up furiously, an obvious wet stain on the front of her dress. Apart from the time playing the konghou, she had never been embarrassed in public. Yet today, in front of Zhang Linzi and Qin Qingchen, she had lost to Chu Jin again!

What authority would she have left afterwards?

"Whom are you calling a slut?" Chu Jin lifted her lips slightly, looking at Zheng Chuyi with a leisurely posture.

Zheng Chuyi blurted out, "The slut is obviously you!"

Mo Feixue, next to her, was too late to stop her.

Both Qin Qingchen and Zhang Linzi frowned at the same time.

The scars on Qin Qingchen’s face were healing at a visibly fast rate.

What’s going on?

Was the great ancient empress, known for her beauty, wits, and strategies, inferior to an ordinary person?

Could it be that after so many reincarnations, even her intelligence had diminished?

This was indeed inconceivable.

Could it be that the ancient konghou had recognized the wrong master?

Seeing how quickly Zheng Chuyi played into her hands, Chu Jin laughed lightly, "Idiot." Her voice wasn’t lowered at all, even somewhat piercing.

"Zheng Chuyi is really too low," Zi laughed from the purple lightning space, "To not even know such an old trick! What a fool!" She deserves to be tyrannized by Brother Jin.

These two people were simply not on the same level.

Understanding the meaning of the words, Zheng Chuyi clenched her fist, her gaze filled with venom as she turned toward Madam Mo and continued, "Auntie Mo, I want you to kill this slut right now! Otherwise, don’t you ever expect me to marry Zhixuan!"