Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 541, Bi Mei Meng Jiang (Second Watch)

Chapter 541: 541, Bi Mei Meng Jiang (Second Watch)

Chu Jin followed beside Mo Zhixuan, asking, "Are you sure you didn’t hear it wrong?"

Since Chu Jin was communicating with Zi using her consciousness, no one noticed anything unusual about her.

Zi affirmed confidently, "I’m sure I didn’t hear it wrong. There’s definitely Soul Resurrection Grass on this mountain."

"But Nanshan is so vast, where do we search for the Soul Resurrection Grass? Can you sense its exact location?" Chu Jin frowned slightly.

Nanshan was at least several hundred kilometers wide, wasn’t this quest akin to searching for a needle in a haystack?

Upon hearing this, Zi sounded somewhat deflated, "I can’t sense it either..." Then, she quickly added, "Otherwise, we could stay here a few more days. As long as we’re sure that the Soul Resurrection Grass is on this mountain, we’ll definitely find it."

Chu Jin raised her eyebrow slightly, "It seems that’s the only option now. Hey, by the way, Zi, I remember someone often bragging about being invincible in the universe, possessing the strongest brain in the cosmos. How come now you can’t even find a blade of grass?"

Zi’s face turned red, "Hehe... Is that so? I don’t seem to remember that."

The group of six headed towards the inn.

As soon as they walked in, a proprietress dressed in exotic clothing welcomed them, "Mr. Mo, please follow me."

It seemed Mo Zhixuan had reserved rooms in advance.

Since there were girls in the group, Mo Zhixuan booked three suites, each with their own bedroom and bathroom, making it convenient and safe to stay.

Being close to the mountains, at night, in addition to people, there were other things that could come out.

Mo Zhixuan naturally shared a suite with Chu Jin, Qin Jinyong and Miao Xinran, the siblings, shared another, while Mo Qingyi stayed in a suite with Duanmu Zhe.

"Brother, I don’t want to share a suite with him!" Mo Qingyi retorted discontentedly.

Mo Zhixuan glanced at her, then emotionlessly unlocked the door of the neighboring room, pulling Chu Jin in with him and responding to Mo Qingyi with a ’bang’ as he closed the door.

Mo Qingyi stamped her foot in anger, "Hmph! He forgets his sister at the sight of his lover!"

Duanmu Zhe, in a good mood, opened the door, "Come on, Mo ’Third Kid,’ what are you waiting for?"

Mo Qingyi stood there unmoving.

"Mo ’Third Kid,’ let me tell you, the mountains aren’t like the Capital City. There is all sorts of stuff in these hills. You’d better come inside quickly. Lest you see something you shouldn’t and then, don’t blame me for not warning you," said Duanmu Zhe ominously.

Mo Qingyi glanced over to see that Miao Xinran and Qin Jinyong had already gone inside. The empty corridor was eerily quiet with no one around, scaring her into rushing into the room.

Once inside, seeing Duanmu Zhe’s mischievous smile, Mo Qingyi picked up a pillow and threw it at him, "Damn it! You actually dared to trick me! I’ll make you pay today!"

The two quickly started to bicker.

Of the six people on this trip, no one noticed that an extra woman’s figure had appeared in the previously empty corridor.

She was dressed in a dark purple gown, with a strikingly beautiful and bold face, a purple peach blossom ornament dotted on her forehead, her long hair tied up high, a purple bead flower pinned on the left side of her head, and even her lips were purplish-red. The whole person looked very strange, gazing resentfully towards the room where Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan stayed.

It was Jia Zhuo.

Having not seen her for several months, Jia Zhuo had changed a lot, exuding a somewhat gloomy aura, as if she had become obsessed.

Ever since she heard about Zheng Chuyi’s death, Jia Zhuo had become like this, barely able to accept the reality!

Had it not been for Zheng Chuyi’s timely rescue back then, she would not be where she was today! Moreover, she had grown up with Zheng Chuyi from a young age like sisters! She hated herself for not being able to protect her ’sister’ properly at that time!

She swore that she would avenge Zheng Chuyi!

Even if it meant sacrificing herself, she was determined to kill Chu Jin with her own hands!

But how easy could it be to deal with Chu Jin? Even with the skills of Jia Zhuo, even ten of her would be no match for Chu Jin!

So, she left the Superpower World and began to practice evil arts.

Jia Zhuo stared at that room door, her hands hidden under her sleeves tightly clenched, her fingernails digging deep into her flesh, completely unaware of the pain.

"Whether you are Jun Huang or Chu Jin, I will have you buried in these southern mountains! To avenge Sister Chuyi and dispel her grievances!"

"Xiao Zhuo, the guests in Building Three say that the air conditioning isn’t cooling. Hurry up and go take a look," the landlady’s voice came from downstairs.

"Okay, I’m coming." Jia Zhuo replied, resuming the appearance of an ordinary person and hurried downstairs.

The guesthouse was large, but did not host many travelers; the environment inside was also extremely elegant. Green plants and fresh flowers could be seen everywhere, magnolia carvings, and at the entrance of the hall was a considerable artificial hill. Beneath the hill was a small pond with several water lilies planted in it, their pink blossoms in full bloom. Various colorful goldfish swam around beneath the flowers, attracting a few groups of tourists who stopped to watch.

Mo Zhixuan had booked three suites, almost each with a separate bedroom and restroom, except the one he shared with Chu Jin, which did not.

"Why is there only one bedroom?" Chu Jin stood in the living room, her eyebrows slightly raised.

Mr. Mo was sitting on the sofa, looked up at her with his eyes slightly narrowed, "Hmm?"

His voice was already low, and now, deliberately subdued, it sounded even more magnetic.

Chu Jin cleared her throat and swirled a glass of water in her hands, "Mr. Mo, has anyone ever told you that you really, really are shameless? Hmm?" Chu Jin mimicked his intonation, the final ’Hmm’ rising ever so slightly.

"Calling me ’Dad’ again!" Mo Zhixuan’s face fell. Was he really that old?

Chu Jin slightly raised her eyebrows, teasingly said, "I’m only eighteen! You must be eighty by now, right?" Indicating that calling him ’Dad’ was letting him off easy!

Once again being considered old by someone, Mo Zhixuan’s already stern features grew even colder, "No more calling random names from now on!"

He then added, rather gloomily, "I’m not that old yet..."

Surprisingly, Mr. Mo actually seemed angry.

Chu Jin’s eyes bend into crescent moons, even happier, "Dad, Dad, Mr. Mo Dad..."

Her voice was clear and melodious, sounding very pleasant to the ear.

Mr. Mo grew even more frustrated and seeing Chu Jin pass by him, he reached out without thinking and grabbed her fair wrist, gently pulling her.

It was almost without warning.

After successfully leaving his mark on her, Mo Zhixuan lifted his head slightly, his phoenix eyes staring intently at her, "Will you call me ’Dad’ again?"

"I won’t! I promise!" Chu Jin surrendered quickly, recognizing a wise move when she saw one.

Mo Zhixuan lightly arched his elegant brows, "Really?"

"I swear."

Under the lighting, Mr. Mo stood there, tall and handsome, his features exuding a natural nobility that demanded attention, a cold halo created by the crystal light encasing him.

He was carelessly unbuttoning his sleeve’s cufflinks.

It was a casual gesture, but he interpreted it with a noble air, like a sovereign supreme.

The diamond cufflinks reflected a dazzling light under the illumination.

Chu Jin continued, "I, I just remembered, Qingyi and Xinran were looking for me about something. I’ll go check on them." With that, she dashed towards the door as if carried by the wind.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

She instantly reacted and then ran to open the door.

It was Miao Xinran and Mo Qingyi.

"Jin, we’re going downstairs to eat, do you and Brother Nine want to join us?" Miao Xinran walked in and asked.

Mo Qingyi ran to the table, grabbed a beverage, and quickly unscrewed the cap, "I need a drink first, I’m dying of thirst."

Chu Jin nodded, linking her arm with Miao Xinran’s, "Sure, let’s go together, I’m hungry too."

Miao Xinran glanced at her and then looked down at her collarbone, swallowing hard, "Jin, do you want to... change your clothes?"

Mommy, in broad daylight, these two are too wild!

"Change clothes?" Chu Jin was initially confused, then she realized, covered her collarbone with her hand, and quickly ran inside, "Then wait for me a moment." Passing by Mr. Mo, she gave him an annoyed look.

The clueless Mo Qingyi carelessly sat on the sofa and said to Mo Zhixuan, "Bro, you really are vain. Isn’t it just a meal? Is bathing and changing clothes necessary? Look how you’ve influenced Jin!"

Rushing to help, Miao Xinran picked up a slice of watermelon and handed it to her, "Qingyi, eat some melon, eat some melon."

It was best for them to stay quiet and be spectators.

Of course, Mo Qingyi, this careless melon-eater, was not an easy one to deal with. She looked around the suite and asked, "Bro, your suite is different from ours, huh? Why do you only have one bedroom here?"

Mo Zhixuan gave her a cool glance, with a chilly edge in his eyes, "You want to stay here too?"

Hurriedly, Miao Xinran handed her another slice of watermelon, "Here, Qingyi, eat this piece, it’s sweeter."

By then, Chu Jin had changed and came out of the washroom. She had put on a white shirt and black pencil pants, and stepped into a pair of white sneakers, radiating youthfulness and energy.

The shirt collar just covered the kiss mark on her collarbone.

"I’m ready, let’s go," Chu Jin said as she approached Mo Qingyi and Miao Xinran.

The three of them giggled and went downstairs, with Mo Zhixuan following behind them.

Duanmu Zhe and Qin Jinyong were already waiting downstairs.

The six of them stood there, the men handsome and the women beautiful, creating an exceptionally stunning scene that instantly captured the gaze of everyone in the hall.

Although Nanshan was not large, it wasn’t a small place either, and it hosted many tourists each year. However, the innkeeper and the staff had never seen a group of six with such high attractiveness and presence before.

Each time they saw them, they couldn’t help but secretly marvel.

"What should we eat?" Mo Qingyi asked.

Duanmu Zhe replied, "I’ve checked already, the most characteristic restaurant around here is not far ahead. We can walk there, a 15-minute stroll will get us there."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let’s hurry up and go, I’m starving!"

The party of six walked out of the inn.

This was a very quaint little town, somewhat reminiscent of the water towns in the Jiangnan region, with cobblestone paths underfoot, small bridges over flowing streams, wooden boats drifting on the water and fishermen singing their fishing songs.

The air was incredibly fresh.

On the way, Mo Qingyi was as excited as a new farmhand in the countryside; she walked backwards, suggesting, "Jin, Xinran, after we eat, shall we come back here to row a boat?"

"Wow! This swan is so cool! Wow, it can catch fish too!"

"Ew, that’s so gross! Why did it spit the fish it ate back out?"

Duanmu Zhe followed behind and explained, "Oh my dear lady! That’s not a swan, its scientific name is cormorant, a large fish-eating water bird, adept at diving, and a great helper for fishermen to catch fish..."

Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan walked hand in hand behind the two, strolling leisurely.

Miao Xinran and Qin Jinyong followed behind them, with Qin Jinyong’s gaze drifting towards Chu Jin now and then, his expression quite complex.

"Old Qin, what’s wrong with you? You seem distracted?" Miao Xinran asked.

"Not at all. I just think the scenery here is really nice," Qin Jinyong said, glancing at her sidelong, changing the subject, "By the way, do you like it here?"

"Big brothers, buy a flower for the beautiful sisters," just at that moment, a little girl came towards them carrying a bamboo basket, which was full of brightly colored, flourishing wild roses.

The little girl was very spirited, not very tall, with fair skin, a typical Jiangnan person, not the prettiest but her looks were very charming, and the words she spoke were even more so.

The group stopped in their tracks.

Chu Jin stepped forward, picked up a flower from the basket, and sniffed it lightly at the tip of her nose, "Little sister, how much are you selling these flowers for?"

The group, at a glance, was clearly either rich or noble.

The little girl’s eyes, clear-cut in black and white, spun around, "Originally, these flowers are 18 yuan each, but seeing as how pretty you are, sister, I’ll sell them to you for 10 yuan each."

"What a sweet talker you are, little girl!" Mo Qingyi came over, "So, what do you think, how much would you sell one to me for?"

The little girl touched her chin and said with a beaming smile, "Hmm, the Buddha says, ’500 glances in past lives for just one passing by in this one’—since we’re so fated, and you’re so beautiful, I’ll also sell it to you for 10 yuan each."

In fact, the aura of everyone in the group was very strong, especially Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin. Others felt intimidated by just a glance, and other hawkers lowered their voices upon seeing the group. Yet this little girl was not intimidated and even approached them to peddle her flowers.

"What about me? I want one too. Is it also 10 yuan each?" Miao Xinran approached, feeling like she had struck a great deal, unaware that these flowers were usually sold at 10 yuan for three.

"Of course," the little girl nodded, "The three sisters are even more beautiful than these roses, just as it says in the books... ’people are more delicate than flowers!’ Today, I would be willing to give away all the flowers in my basket to the three of you for free."

The little girl looked at the three with a joyful smile in her eyes, without any obvious flattery, making it clear that she spoke from the heart.

"I like what you’re saying," Mo Qingyi was so flattered she was almost lost, "I’ll take the whole basket of flowers. Duanmu Xiaosi, pay up."

The little girl bowed deeply in thanks, "Thank you, pretty sister."

"By the way, little girl, what’s your name?" Chu Jin asked, unable to resist such an intriguing little girl.

The little girl looked up at Chu Jin and said politely, "Sister, my name is Yinyin."

"Yinyin?" Miao Xinran asked with curiosity, "Is it the ’yin’ from music?"

The little girl shook her head with a smile, "No, it’s the ’yin’ from De Yin. My mom said my name comes from the Book of Songs, ’There are Women in the Same Cart’ - ’Meng Jiang was beautiful, her virtuous charm lingers on.’"

Chu Jin smiled faintly, "That’s a nice name. So, Yinyin, how old are you this year?"

The little girl continued, "Sister, I turned 10 years old today."

Just then, a woman’s voice rang through the air, "Meng Deyin, stop setting out your flowers and hurry home to take care of your brother! What kind of way is that for a girl to behave, always away from home!"

The little girl responded and then took the red bill Duanmu Zhe offered her, bowed and said thank you, handed the basket of flowers to Mo Qingyi, and then ran off.

"What an interesting little girl," Mo Qingyi remarked.

Miao Xinran frowned slightly, "Her mom sounded so fierce! Not like someone who would give such a poetic name."

Chu Jin took a rose from the basket and twiddled it in her hand, her downcast eyes showing a tinge of complexity.

These wild roses were clearly suffused with the scent of Soul Resurrection Grass, and quite heavily so!