Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 539, precisely because she is Jun Huang (second update)

Chapter 539: 539, precisely because she is Jun Huang (second update)

"Take care as you go, sir, and be sure to remember my words. You are susceptible to the element of water recently, so you absolutely must not go near a lake or the sea. Just avoid these for three days, and the prohibition will be lifted." Chu Jin rose to see off the second client of the morning.

A well-dressed young man.

Just as he was about to step off the curb, the young man quickly halted, turning to Chu Jin, "Thank you, Master Chu, no need to see me out! I will certainly bear your advice in mind."

His words were very respectful.

Chu Jin stopped in her tracks, "Good, make sure you take it to heart."

After sending off the young man, Chu Jin turned and walked back to her stall.

As soon as she turned around, she caught sight of a familiar figure.

Chu Tian.

Not having seen her for a month, Chu Tian had already transformed perfectly.

She wore a light green dress that made her skin appear white and delicate, almost translucent. With a pair of lovely almond-shaped eyes and a standard diamond-shaped face, her features were exceptionally striking. She exuded the grace of a lady from a respected family,

If it weren’t for seeing it with one’s own eyes, no one would believe she was the same emaciated and sallow girl from a month ago.

"Sister." Chu Tian approached, nodding slightly at Chu Jin, her face beaming with a smile, her demeanor affectionate.

Although Chu Tian had changed a lot, her attitude towards Chu Jin was consistent, respectful with a touch of cautiousness.

Chu Jin could feel that Chu Tian bore her no malice.

Despite the lack of malice, there was a purpose behind her actions, just like last time.

If it hadn’t been for Chu Tian, she wouldn’t have been summoned to the detention center.

"Take a seat," Chu Jin said, her voice light, gesturing to a stool.

Chu Tian gracefully sat down.

Chu Jin looked at her and slowly began, "Do you need something from me?"

Chu Tian first nodded, then shook her head, seemingly struggling to speak, "Sister, I..."

She had thought about it for many days at home, and she knew that Chu Jin, being so clever, must have already worked out what was going on.

She did feel somewhat guilty towards Chu Jin. It was because from the beginning, she had approached her with a specific purpose, since she knew that Chu Jin, with her disposition, would never ignore her in such a pitiful state. Moreover, her own background was very similar to Chu Jin’s in the past.

She had exploited Chu Jin’s sympathy.

No matter the reasons, what she did was wrong. Chu Jin had trusted her so much, yet she had let her down.

Chu Jin smiled faintly, speaking evenly, "Just say what you need to say. Hmm, in the future, you should call me Miss Chu or Master Chu. I really can’t bear your calling me sister."

The meaning in her words was clear, left unspoken. To a certain extent, she was allowing Chu Tian to save face. After all, she still bore the Chu name, didn’t she?

"I’m sorry, Sister," Chu Tian barely dared to look into Chu Jin’s eyes.

"I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have done that. You trusted me so much, yet I disappointed you! But please believe me, sister, I really didn’t lie to you. The little girl mistreated by the servants was me! The little girl unloved by her birth father was also me; the little girl schemed against by her stepmother was still me..."

She had lived in the Chu Family for three years, enduring inhuman torture. Nothing Chu Jin had seen that day was false.

"You indeed didn’t lie to me," said Chu Jin, raising her brows slightly, her tone cool, "You simply exploited my sympathy to kill your birth father, and Zhou Meilin’s disappearance has something to do with you too, right?"

"You’re very clever. You first let me see your background and circumstances, gradually earning my trust, then you found a way to let me see the feng shui in your room, creating a bad impression of your stepmother and father in my mind. You purposely chose a day when both your parents were at home to take me to your house, with the goal of having me warn your father that he would face a bloody disaster within three days, right? Because you knew that as a fortune-teller, I would certainly remind your father! Also, if I’m not mistaken, it was you who disclosed my words of ’bloody disaster within three days’ to the police, wasn’t it? Because only if both of us were detained together would you have a chance to be rescued! Furthermore, you had long known that Zhou Meilin was not your birth mother! So, all of this, from the start, was a trap you had set!"

At this point, Chu Jin paused, then continued, "However, what I’m really curious about is how you knew all this in advance. How did you know that your father would face a bloody disaster?"

This didn’t make sense. As an ordinary person, how did Chu Tian know about Chu Songhe’s bloody disaster? And how could she be sure that she would say those words to Chu Songhe? If she hadn’t said them at that time, wouldn’t Chu Tian’s plan have been ruined?

Why was Chu Tian so certain that everything would develop as she had envisioned?

What kind of trump card was she holding in her hand?

Just what was Chu Tian’s background?

There was a slight chill in Chu Jin’s voice.

Chu Tian’s complexion grew paler and paler.

She had thought Chu Jin only knew that Song Shi Qin was someone she had brought in, but she had not anticipated that Chu Jin would deduce the entire process!

Exactly!

This person was even smarter than she had imagined!

"Sister..." The color drained from Chu Tian’s face.

Chu Jin raised her brow slightly, "I’ve said, don’t call me sister. I can’t bear it, and besides, I don’t want to die young."

A person capable of killing her own father might one day turn on you.

It was best to keep as far away from such a person as possible.

Chu Tian burst into tears, "He deserved to die... Chu Songhe and Zhou Meilin both deserved to die! He wasn’t fit to be a father! He and Zhou Meilin conspired to kill my mother. After she died, not only did they seize her property, but they also tossed me into the countryside! It’s all retribution! The punishment they deserved! By the way, Sister, do you know what Chu Songhe was called before? His name was Li Songhe! He was nothing but a self-righteous hypocrite..."

"...Do you say, doesn’t such a man deserve to die?"

As she spoke, Chu Tian cried.

His expression was somewhat sorrowful.

Chu Songhe became a son-in-law to the Chu Family, and after conspiring with Zhou Meilin to kill Chu Tian’s birth mother, changed his surname to Chu to show outsiders.

From start to finish, the Chu Family had only one daughter, Chu Tian.

Yet in the end, she turned out to be the second young miss!

That Chu Zhi Nan was unexpectedly three years older than her!

Chu Songhe deserved to die.

Zhou Meilin deserved to die as well.

Neither of them was a good person!

Chu Jin hadn’t expected the story to be so twisted.

However, Chu Tian still hadn’t gotten to the main point. She was so young at the time, how did she come to know all this? Could it be that she was a Prophet, able to foresee everything in advance?

Chu Jin looked up at her and asked again, "How did you come to know all this?"

Chu Tian instinctively avoided Chu Jin’s gaze.

She couldn’t reveal the reason why she knew all this.

Chu Tian wiped the tears from her face, "Sorry, sister, I can’t tell you right now."

Chu Jin slightly raised her eyebrows but didn’t speak; Chu Tian indeed had secrets.

Chu Tian continued, "But sister, please believe me, I came to apologize to you sincerely and hope you can forgive me. I hope, in the future, I can still call you sister."

"You should go back," Chu Jin said softly, "and don’t come here again in the future. I’ll consider today’s incident as if it never happened."

Chu Tian stood there dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long while.

She hadn’t expected Chu Jin to be so resolute.

She thought that Chu Jin would forgive her after understanding her predicament.

This situation was beyond her expectations.

Chu Tian bit her lip, sat down again opposite Chu Jin, took a deep breath, and then said, "Sister, if you still trust me, please don’t go to Nanshan with your friends in the next few days. It’s not safe there. Goodbye."

After saying that, Chu Tian got up and left.

Chu Jin frowned slightly, somewhat unable to understand the meaning behind Chu Tian’s words.

Nanshan was in C City, 500 kilometers away from Capital City.

She had never mentioned that she was going to Nanshan.

How could Chu Tian suddenly say such a thing?

What on earth was going on with Chu Tian? It was inexplicable.

After walking a few steps, Chu Tian saw that Chu Jin did not call out to her, stopped, turned around, bowed deeply to Chu Jin, and then strode away.

She truly left this time.

Without any hesitation.

That day, Chu Jin served six clients and earned 50% Faith Value.

The sun set over the mountains, and the black Bugatti Veyron stopped on time by the roadside.

Chu Jin packed up her belongings and, with her backpack, got into the car.

The setting sun stretched the girl’s shadow long.

Once in the car and settled, Mo Zhixuan handed her a cup of cool milk tea that must have just been bought, as the ice cubes hadn’t fully melted yet—it was jasmine-flavored, half sugar, and from a very popular brand, which always had long queues in front of its shops, no matter the time and place.

Chu Jin couldn’t quite imagine what he looked like waiting in line for milk tea.

It must have attracted a lot of attention.

"Tired?" Mo Zhixuan said, putting her backpack in the storage compartment.

"Not tired," Chu Jin shook her head slightly, inserted the straw into the cup of milk tea, and took a satisfied sip.

The half-sugared jasmine flavor, with the refreshing scent of jasmine and bitterness of green tea, mixed with the crushed ice, left a cool and instantly soothing effect on the palate, extremely refreshing.

Mo Zhixuan glanced at her and slowly spoke, "School is going to start soon, and Qingyi suggested that we take advantage of this time to call up Qin Jinyong and his sister to go to Nanshan for a trip tomorrow. What do you think?"

"Go to Nanshan?" Chu Jin frowned slightly, as Chu Tian’s words suddenly echoed in her ears, giving rise to a bad feeling.

What Chu Tian said had come to pass.

This was quite terrifying upon reflection.

Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly, "Yes, why, you don’t like that place?"

Chu Jin took another sip of milk tea through the straw, "It’s not that. I’m just surprised. Qingyi has never mentioned this to me before. Why would she suddenly want to go to Nanshan out of the blue?"

Mo Zhixuan glanced at her and said while driving, "That girl is just like that, acting on impulse as soon as she gets an idea. If you don’t want to go, then we won’t."

It was apparent that Chu Jin seemed to have some resistance to the place called Nanshan.

Chu Jin didn’t immediately answer him, and only after a long while did she say, "Let’s go, I want to see."

She was actually curious about what secrets Nanshan hid and what Chu Tian was capable of!

In fact, everyone harbors a kind of rebelliousness deep inside them.

Chu Jin was no exception.

The more Chu Tian reminded her not to go, the more curious she became about what sort of fierce animals might be lurking there.

Mo Zhixuan didn’t ask further, simply replying, "Alright, I’ll accompany you."

Chu Jin smiled and turned her head, bringing the milk tea to his lips, "Seeing how you’re so obedient and virtuous, this is your reward."

Mo Zhixuan’s thin lips parted slightly, taking the straw into his mouth, "Thank you, my lady." Because of the straw, his speech was somewhat muffled.

The next day.

Early in the morning, while Chu Jin was still in bed, she was woken up by Mo Qingyi’s noise.

It has to be said that when it came to ’playing,’ Mo Qingyi was very enthusiastic.

Dressed in a black and white dress, Mo Qingyi twirled around beside Chu Jin’s bed, "Jin bro, can you wear this dress too? Xinran is going to wear the same one today. The three of us wearing the same will definitely look gorgeous."

Disturbed from sleep, Chu Jin reluctantly sat up in bed, grabbed the alarm clock from the bedside table, and saw that it was only 5:30 in the morning!

Chu Jin’s biological clock was usually very precise; she got up around 6:30 every morning, went for an hour-long run, and left the house around 9 o’clock.

Being woken up an hour early out of the blue, she felt pretty out of sorts, her voice sounding somewhat hoarse.

"Qingyi, why did you get up so early today?"

Mo Qingyi glanced at her and sat down beside the bed, "Early? My brother has been up for a while! Hurry and get up, we should leave early to avoid traffic."

Only then did Chu Jin realize that Mr. Mo had already vanished from the bed, which explained Mo Qingyi’s bold entrance.

"Alright, alright, I’m getting up," Chu Jin scratched her head, then added, "I think I put that dress in the cabinet, you go get it for me."

"Okay!" Mo Qingyi immediately ran to the cabinet to find the dress for her.

Chu Jin also got out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Once everything was ready, it was 7 o’clock in the morning.

When Chu Jin and Mo Qingyi walked out of the Mo family’s gate, they were dazzled by the lineup in front of them, with three limited edition luxury cars neatly parked at the door.

They were a Koenigsegg One:1, a limited edition Ferrari F60America, and an Aston Martin One-77.

Any one of these cars pulled out could match a lifetime’s salary of an ordinary person.

Perhaps some people struggle their whole life and still can’t earn even a fraction of it.

"Jin, Qingyi." Miao Xinran emerged from the Aston Martin, her long dress fluttering in the wind. As Mo Qingyi had said, she was wearing the black and white dress.

Clearly the same dresses, but the three of them each displayed a different style.

Each had its own merits.

"Wow, Xinran, you’re really blinding me with that dress," Mo Qingyi said as she reached out and prodded Miao Xinran’s chest, "Wouldn’t have guessed, you’re quite substantial!"

Miao Xinran laughed coquettishly and quickly hid behind Chu Jin, "Jin, she’s taking advantage of me, help me hit her."

In front of the Aston Martin stood a tall and imposing man, none other than Qin Jinyong.

"Mo Little Three." Duanmu Zhe stepped out of the Ferrari, whistling mischievously at Mo Qingyi.

Mo Qingyi snorted coldly, ignoring him; the two seemed to be on bad terms.

"Really mad?" Duanmu Zhe approached, nudging Mo Qingyi’s shoulder with his arm and flashing a careful smile.

Mo Qingyi still paid him no mind.

"My lady, I was wrong, please forgive me. I’m kneeling down for you," said Duanmu Zhe. As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand with the palm up and made a ’V’ with his right hand, placing the two fingers on his right palm as if kneeling.

He played the act quite well.

Eventually, Mo Qingyi was amused into laughter by him.

It has to be said, Duanmu Zhe had a knack for cheering up girls.

After a while, Mo Zhixuan finally emerged from the side, walking straight to Chu Jin’s side. He scanned the group with a swift glance and slowly said, "Now that everyone is here, let’s set off."

He exuded an innate commanding presence, like a born King, emanating an aura of dominance from his very bones, compelling people to submit.

At his words, those who had been jovially chatting outside all filed into their cars.

Six people, three cars.

Each car had a young lady sitting in the passenger seat.

Except for Duanmu Zhe, the men driving appeared quite mature.

Inside the cabin of the Aston Martin, the most popular music of the time filled the air, "Only the wise river knows, the snow fled the castle because it longed to play..."

Miao Xinran was humming along with the rhythm.

Qin Jinyong couldn’t quite comprehend the musical tastes of the younger generation. These lyrics—what even was all this about? They were going to corrupt the kids!

He frowned slightly, then he spoke up, "Your friend, is she with Mo Zhixuan now?"

Miao Xinran was initially taken aback but soon realized that by friend, Qin Jinyong was referring to Chu Jin, "Yes, didn’t you know? Jin is Mo Zhixuan’s fiancée. Speaking of which, you should be calling her your sister-in-law."

Privately, Miao Xinran would never take the initiative to call Qin Jinyong ’brother.’

She would either call him by name or simply address him as "you."

"Fiancée?" Qin Jinyong’s voice rose a few decibels, "When did this happen? How come I never heard Mo Zhixuan mention it?"

Now, Qin Jinyong wasn’t even using the term ’brother’ anymore, indicating that he seemed somewhat angry.

Miao Xinran looked at Qin Jinyong, slightly raised her eyebrows, and challenged him, "What’s with your big reaction to Mo Zhixuan’s fiancée? Don’t tell me you’ve taken a fancy to Jin?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Qin Jinyong’s face turned a shade darker.

Miao Xinran gave him a look, her tone unfriendly, "Then what’s making you angry? Are you saying our Jin isn’t good enough for Mo Zhixuan?"

Qin Jinyong sighed, "That’s not what I meant." His eyes seemed a bit deep.

"Then what do you mean?" Miao Xinran retorted.

Seeing her like this, Qin Jinyong’s tone softened a bit, "I just feel that Mo Zhixuan and your friend aren’t very well matched."

Miao Xinran could not stand anyone speaking ill of Chu Jin, and her face quickly showed her displeasure, "Then you tell me, where are they not well-matched? I think they’re a perfect fit! You’re really something, thinking our Jin isn’t worthy of your high and mighty Mo Zhixuan. What, is he made of gold or something?"

The car was filled with a fiery tension.

Qin Jinyong knew Miao Xinran’s temperament well and decided not to argue with her. Instead, he took out a bottle of mineral water from the storage compartment and handed it to her, "Have some water to soothe your throat first."

Miao Xinran took the water and gulped down a big mouthful.

For the rest of the journey, the two no longer spoke.

However, it was calm on Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan’s side. Owing to the early start in the morning and having been kept awake by Mo Zhixuan for most of the previous night, Chu Jin fell asleep against the car seat as soon as she got in the car.

The air conditioning inside the car was set very low, so Mo Zhixuan freed one hand, slowed down the car, leaned over, and covered her with his suit jacket from the overhead compartment.

The liveliest spot belonged to Mo Qingyi and Duanmu Zhe.

Both were young and full of vigor.

And their tastes were drastically different.

The music playing inside the car was a powerful DJ set.

All along the way, Mo Qingyi was as excited as Second Dog Son who’d just arrived in the countryside, marveling inwardly at everything he saw.

Nanshan couldn’t compare to the bustle of Capital City; it was more of a suburban area. Even from the highway, one could see vast paddy fields and unnamed crops.

About 5 hours later, they arrived at their destination.

Three luxury cars lined up in a row.

As the name Nanshan implied, wherever they went, there were mountains—continuous and seemingly endless, presenting a magnificent sight.

The cars stopped at an inn at the base of the mountains.

Hidden Ferry Inn.

An antique wooden building, with a string of red lanterns hanging in front of the door, and pairs of tourists coming and going.

"The air is nice." After getting out of the car, Chu Jin stretched languidly.

Mo Qingyi was already calling Miao Xinran over to take pictures.

"Brother Jin, Brother Jin, this is a rare opportunity, let’s take a photo together, the three of us," Mo Qingyi beckoned Chu Jin over.

"Sure," Chu Jin replied with a light smile, making her way over as Mo Zhixuan followed.

"Bro, it just so happens that you can take the photo for us," Mo Qingyi handed his camera to Mo Zhixuan.

Girls often say one thing and mean another; although they promised to take only one picture, the reality was far from simple. They tried various poses and arrangements for the photo shoot.

Qin Jinyong took the chance to pull Duanmu Zhe aside.

As Duanmu Zhe watched the commotion over at Mo Qingyi’s side, he said, "Jinyong, what’s up?" It was clear his mind wasn’t really with Qin Jinyong.

Qin Jinyong’s expression darkened slightly, "Mo Zhixuan has become muddled and ended up with Chu Jin. If you didn’t know to stop him, that would be one thing! But you’re going along with it, calling her sister-in-law! Aren’t you just adding to the chaos?"

At those words, Duanmu Zhe’s demeanor became serious.

Could it be that Qin Jinyong disapproved of Chu Jin’s status as being unworthy of Mo Zhixuan? Thinking this, Duanmu Zhe said,

"Jinyong, you weren’t there on the night of the extreme yin, so you don’t know what happened. If it hadn’t been for our sister-in-law, do you think Mo Zhixuan could have made it through the night unharmed on his own?"

Qin Jinyong kept silent, and Duanmu Zhe continued, "Our sister-in-law is no ordinary person! You might not believe this, but she is the reincarnation of an empress...".

Qin Jinyong cut him off before Duanmu Zhe could finish, "Saving someone is one thing! That’s a separate issue! Precisely because she is the Empress, that’s why she shouldn’t be with Mo Zhixuan! We must stop all of this!"