Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 503, (second update)

Chapter 503: 503, (second update)

Daring to pat Mo Zhixuan’s face is tantamount to touching a tiger’s butt.

It is said that the last woman who dared to get close to him now has grass two meters deep growing over her grave.

Yet, Mo Zhixuan wasn’t angry at all. His phoenix eyes were brimming with endless indulgence as he looked at her and slowly spoke, "Those who know me, Jin, also know how I like to ’eat’ you."

Whoa! This conversation can’t go on like this!

Despite having lived two lifetimes, this was the first time a man had ever flirted with her to this extent.

Love talk came naturally to him, which really didn’t seem like something a novice in the matters of the heart would say. Chu Jin raised her eyes to look at him and countered, "Have you said the same thing to Zheng Chuyi before?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhixuan immediately put away the smile on his face and said seriously, "No, you are the first person for whom I’m willing to bow, and you’ll also be the last."

Chu Jin looked him up and down and slightly raised her eyebrows, then lightly uttered two words, "Really?"

"Of course, I can swear! In this life, I will only be good to Jin alone, love only Jin! If there’s half a lie in my words, let me live out my days alone, never to reincarnate!" To prove himself, Mr. Mo immediately raised three fingers and swore to the heavens.

He was very devout.

Perhaps even Mr. Mo had never imagined that one day he would meet a girl named Chu Jin and then have his heart stolen and his affections poured out for her.

In the past, Mr. Mo never took such trivial romantic affections seriously and even considered those who would swear to the heavens over so-called love, risking their own lives as a joke, to be utterly foolish and intolerable.

He never thought that one day he would become one of these commoners himself.

But this feeling wasn’t bad at all.

He really liked this feeling.

Chu Jin didn’t immediately drown in his oath, instead, she slightly arched her brows and her eyes glinted mischievously before she said, "What’s all this ’Jin’ talk? If you want me to believe you, call me ’Brother Jin’ and let’s hear it."

"Brother Jin." Almost without hesitation, Mr. Mo blurted out the words.

If it meant this vexing little demon before him would trust him, he would willingly call her his ancestor, let alone ’Brother Jin.’

Chu Jin dug at her ear, "Say it again, I didn’t hear clearly just now."

"Brother Jin," Mo Zhixuan repeated.

"Ah, I still didn’t catch it."

Mo Zhixuan helplessly smiled, this time raising his voice a few decibels, and continued, "Brother Jin, how about that, my ancestor, is the voice loud enough now? Did you hear it clearly?"

Chu Jin waved her finger, "Sorry, I still didn’t hear..."

Mo Qingyi, who had already walked to the door, heard the commotion inside and silently withdrew her hand that had been about to knock.

My goodness, what had she just heard?

...Is this really the brother I know?

The stern, reticent brother with a face as cold as frost?

Mo Qingyi felt her worldview being refreshed once more. Judging by the sounds, Brother Jin seemed to be fine, so there was no need for her to disturb their romantic time together. Mo Qingyi turned to walk away.

As she reached the corner, she encountered Duanmu Zhe coming up, "Qingyi, have you seen the ninth brother and his wife? Are they all right?"

"It’s fine, they’re doing well." Inside, they were flirting and teasing each other. How could they not be alright? Mo Qingyi silently grumbled to herself.

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s good to hear." Then he added, "Are you hungry? Shall I take you for some food?"

As they walked, Mo Qingyi responded, "I’m not hungry, quite full actually, just had something to eat." Accompanying Mo Qingyi’s steps, the air was intermittently filled with the pleasant sound of silver bells.

Although Mo Qingyi had reverted to her normal attire, ever since she accidentally released the spirit of the Moon God, two silver bracelets with bells attached had appeared on her wrists.

And on her ankles, there were also silver bells tied with red string that tinkled crisply and delightfully with each step she took.

Intrigued by her response, Duanmu Zhe asked, "You’ve eaten already? Didn’t you just go see Brother Jiuyou and Sister-in-law? What did you eat?"

Mo Qingyi gave him a glance and dejectedly spat out two words, "Dog food." And it was the kind that caught you off guard, forcefully shoved down your throat—the sort of dog food that’s practically illegal, who would come to the rescue of a single dog like her?

Duanmu Zhe was momentarily stunned before catching on and bursting into laughter, casually draping his arm over her shoulder, "Alright, alright, don’t be gloomy. Your big brother will take you to have some fun."

A wave of masculine pheromones hit her face, and a blush of abnormal color washed over Mo Qingyi’s cheeks, "I’m saying, Duanmu Xiaosi, can you be a little more aware of gender propriety? You’re way too casual, those who don’t know better might think we really have something going on."

Saying this, she was about to exit Duanmu Zhe’s embrace, feeling uncomfortable. Although the two had grown up together, often cuddling as kids, things were obviously different now.

"Gender propriety?" Hearing this, Duanmu Zhe tightened his hold on Mo Qingyi’s shoulder, then surveyed her up and down, finally resting his gaze teasingly on her flat chest, "Gender female? You sure about that, that you’re a woman?"

How could Mo Qingyi not understand the implication in Duanmu Zhe’s eyes? She immediately bristled, "Damn it, Duanmu Xiaosi! Are you looking for trouble? Not beaten for a day, you start peeling off the roof tiles, watch how I torture you today, torture you so bad you won’t even recognize your mom!"

With that, she lifted her foot and stomped down hard! Then she ground her heel in!

"Ah!" Duanmu Zhe’s scream echoed through the air at once.

Mo Qingyi always had the style of hit-and-run, so now, like the wind, she ran off into the distance.

Duanmu Zhe chased after her, limping and hopping along.

Laughter quickly filled the entire garden.

Mo Qingyi’s grandmother and Tong Zhi both shook their heads with a smile as they approached, after all, they were from the Superpower World, and in just a few hours, everyone had already recovered as if nothing had happened, revealing no signs of their previous severe injuries.

"Qingqing, are you bullying Little Zhe again?" Mo Qingyi’s grandmother looked at Mo Qingyi with a smile, speaking affectionately. These two kids had always been at odds since they were little; if they ended up together in the future, it would truly make for a fine love story.

"Mom!" Mo Qingyi glanced at her grandmother with some dissatisfaction, "Am I your biological child, or is he? Which eye of yours saw me bullying him? Besides, with my petite frame, I can’t beat him! It was clearly him who bullied me first!"

"You, you," Mo Qingyi’s grandmother poked Mo Qingyi’s forehead, "Do I not know Little Zhe well enough? He’s just letting you win, and you think he can’t beat you?"

Right at that moment, Duanmu Zhe approached and greeted them politely, "Aunt Mo, Aunt Tong." He was the picture of refinement and grace, the very image of an ideal son-in-law, making Mo Qingyi’s grandmother more and more pleased.

Mo Qingyi spared no effort in exposing him, "A refined scoundrel, always putting on an act."

Duanmu Zhe responded with a smile, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, "Here, wipe off some sweat." As he extended his hand, the black hair tie hidden beneath his cuff was just barely visible.

It appeared to be an item worn by girls to tie their hair.

It seemed to have been used for a while, as the black elastic was somewhat faded.

At a passing glance, a strange sensation flashed through Mo Qingyi’s heart. To wear a girl’s item on one’s wrist, that girl must be very important to him, perhaps even someone he likes?

She really wanted to know, what kind of ethereal beauty had caught the attention of Duanmu Xiaosi.

She must be very pretty, right?

Mo Qingyi lowered her eyelids, concealing the emotions in her eyes, and nonchalantly took the handkerchief to dab away the perspiration on her forehead. For a moment, she forgot to tease Duanmu Zhe; suddenly, she just felt a heaviness in her heart.

"Qingyi, didn’t I just tell you to go see how your brother and Jin are doing? Why did you come back so soon? How is it? Is Jin awake yet?" Mrs. Mo suddenly remembered the important matter and asked.

Standing beside her, Tong Zhi also chimed in, "Yeah, Qingyi, are the two of them alright?"

Mo Qingyi abruptly snapped back to reality, smiling as she said, "They’re both fine, just fine. You two can stop worrying."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Mo breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s good to hear."

Tong Zhi smiled and said, "Sis, why don’t we go check on them ourselves and stop worrying so much? Besides, Zhixuan was able to get through the extremely yin night successfully, all thanks to Jin. We haven’t properly thanked Jin yet."

"You’re right," Mrs. Mo nodded in agreement with Tong Zhi’s suggestion, then turned to Duanmu Zhe and Mo Qingyi, "You two have fun, your Aunt Tong and I will go see how Jin is doing,"

"Okay," Duanmu Zhe replied politely, "Take your time, Aunt Mo and Aunt Tong. I’ll take care of Qingyi."

Watching the two leave, Mo Qingyi involuntarily thought of the phrase "5000-watt light bulb" in her mind.

"Well, what are you standing there for?" Duanmu Zhe put an arm around Mo Qingyi’s shoulder, "Follow me, I’m taking you to eat something delicious!"

No sooner had Mrs. Mo and Tong Zhi left than Duanmu Zhe reverted back to his nonchalant demeanor.

"Who fancies your treats," Mo Qingyi glanced at him before suddenly realizing that this Duanmu Zhe wasn’t too bad-looking at all, with all the right features for the part of a young idol.

Such a pity that this perfect young lad is going to be someone else’s.

Today’s weather feels so oppressive.

With it, an unsettling heaviness lingered in Mo Qingyi’s heart, as if she had lost something important.

Not giving Mo Qingyi a chance to decline, Duanmu Zhe forcibly walked her forward while teasing, "I see you’re just being stubborn. Deep down, you desperately want to go, but you still say you don’t..."

Just then, Mo Qingyi’s phone in her pocket suddenly buzzed.

Mo Qingyi quickly took out her phone. It was a WeChat message. After recognizing the nickname, her previously dimmed eyes lit up again. Waving her phone in front of Duanmu Zhe, she said, "Who has time for your food? Look, my idol has sent me a message. I’m going to my room to chat with my idol. You go eat by yourself."

With her gone, it would be perfect for Duanmu Zhe to call up the goddess in his heart.

Duanmu Zhe’s gaze fixed on her phone screen.

The WeChat note was: Male God.

The avatar was a sun rising in the east.

At that moment, Duanmu Zhe almost wished he could smash the phone in Mo Qingyi’s hand, but alas, he had no right to do so.

The best he could muster was a forced smile, just like always, "You, stop harassing good young men out there. With your looks, do you think anyone would even glance your way?"

If you’re going to cause trouble, cause it with me.

Duanmu Zhe silently uttered these words in his heart.

There were things he had considered telling Mo Qingyi, outright, countless times, but he was afraid, fearful that taking the step might end their friendship.

"Pfft, underestimate me all you want. I was at least the beauty of our class, alright?" Mo Qingyi held her head high, "No more talking. Oh, let me just add one more thing. You’re not getting any younger, so while you still have your looks, find yourself a girlfriend. Miss it, and she’ll be someone else’s girlfriend."

Having said that, she turned and left.

Duanmu Zhe watched her leave, his lips lifting in a bittersweet smile.

He wanted to say something, but sadly, she never gave him the chance.

In the room on the other side.

"I’m hungry, go get me something to eat." Chu Jin pushed Mr. Mo’s shoulder, feeling her temperature rise continuously, fearing that something might happen if it kept going like this.

After the Night of Extreme Yin, Mr. Mo’s body temperature had returned to that of a normal person.

...

Chu Jin was stunned for a moment before she realized what he meant, her face flushing as she pushed him away, "Go, go, go, be serious. If you have no shame, I still do."

"Ancestor, please do tell, where am I shameless?"

"No, I misspoke, you are not shameless, you are simply faceless. Your face told me months ago that it doesn’t need you anymore."

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhixuan leaned in again, "Since you’ve said that, I might as well live up to this crime you’re accusing me of."

Chu Jin’s brows twitched convulsively as she scooted further into the bed, "What are you trying to do?"

Standing at the doorway, Mrs. Mo and Tong Zhi, hearing the commotion inside, chose to silently lower their hands, having intended to knock on the door. However, they didn’t immediately leave either, instead, they perked up their ears, listening excitedly to the sounds inside, unable to conceal their eagerness.

Gossip was in a woman’s nature, even for the women from the Superpower World.

Neither of them had expected that the typically cold and wooden Mo Zhixuan would have such a side to him in private.

A millennium-old iron tree was finally blossoming. It was rare, too rare.

Too excited, Mrs. Mo really was too excited, and then she couldn’t control herself, slapping a pillar with a slap that caused a not-so-subtle noise.

At the sound, Chu Jin promptly pushed Mr. Mo off her, who had been lying on top of her, "Someone’s outside, get off, I’ll go open the door."

Their moment interrupted, Mr. Mo buttoned up his shirt unsatisfiedly, his face showing his frustrated desire. He had known for a while that there were two light bulbs hiding outside but had chosen not to point them out. Little did he expect that these two light bulbs would have the audacity to shine so brightly.

Such a miscalculation!

Knowing they had caused trouble, Tong Zhi and Mrs. Mo immediately scurried away to hide.

Having adjusted her clothing and assured that her attire was in order, Chu Jin walked barefoot toward the door and opened it, only to find that the sun was shining brightly outside and there was no one to be seen.

"Strange," Chu Jin scratched her head, looking around and muttering to herself, "I clearly heard quite a loud noise just now."

"No one’s there, you must have heard it wrong," said Mr. Mo as he took her hand, closed the door, and trapped her between the door and himself, looking down at her with dark, deep eyes.

Chu Jin glanced at him, her eyebrows slightly raised, "How could I possibly have heard wrong? There definitely was someone, with such a loud noise, didn’t you hear it?"

"No." Mr. Mo’s expression remained unchanged, his deep-set phoenix eyes reflecting her entire figure, his low voice carrying an uncontrollable huskiness, enticing to the core.

"Sigh," Chu Jin sighed, shaking her head, "With age, the ears don’t work as well. But don’t feel inferior, I can understand you." As she spoke, she patted Mr. Mo’s shoulder with apparent concern.

For the Nth time, this person was implying he was old.

Actually... he was indeed kind of old.

The harsh reality was undeniable.

Mr. Mo casually caught her hand and placed it over his heart, looking at her seriously, speaking slowly, "You didn’t hear wrong, it’s my heart that was stirred." Stirred by you.