Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 543 (second update)

Chapter 543: 543 (second update)

"Yes," Qin Zhurao nodded and then said, "I suppose you must be Zhixuan’s sister, Qingyi?"

"You know me?" Mo Qingyi was somewhat surprised.

Qin Zhurao smiled and said, "I’ve heard Zhixuan mention you before; he said you were quite mischievous as a child."

Upon hearing this, Mo Qingyi continued, "Since you say you’re a descendant of Bian Que, then why is your last name Qin and not Bian?"

Probably only Mo Qingyi could ask such a silly question.

She could even forget the basics of junior high.

Qin Zhurao covered her mouth and chuckled, "Qingyi, you really have a sense of humor. The medical ancestor’s surname was Qin and his given name Yue, while the words ’Bian Que’ were merely a honorific used by later generations."

Mo Qingyi scratched her head embarrassingly and chuckled dryly, "So that’s how it is..."

After the meal.

Qin Zhurao still had no intention of leaving, just following the group. What had been a party of six had become a group of seven, and the atmosphere was somewhat peculiar.

With the three girls walking in front, Qin Zhurao had no choice but to walk with the three men trailing behind.

She didn’t deliberately walk next to Mo Zhixuan but instead stayed by the side of Qin Jinyong.

As the four of them walked together, Qin Zhurao broke the silence, "Miss Chu seems quite young, doesn’t she?"

Mo Zhixuan raised his eyes to the girl walking ahead, a smile playing on his lips, "Hmm, she just turned eighteen this year."

Qin Zhurao teased with a smile, "In that case, it seems you’re the one taking advantage of a young girl!"

Mo Zhixuan didn’t speak anymore.

He was, by nature, not talkative. Qin Zhurao didn’t mind and continued, "However, that little girl has the good fortune of catching your eye. At first, when I heard about Chuyi, I thought your fiancée might also be from the Superpower World, but it turns out she is from the mortal realm. The girl seems innocent and harmless, and she even looks quite charming. If you hadn’t told me, I would have a hard time believing such a bright and spirited little girl is your fiancée. Indeed, appearances can be deceiving."

Appearances can be deceiving; those words carried some intrigue.

Could an eighteen-year-old girl have killed Zheng Chuyi? She looked so delicate, but who knew what kind of heart was hidden beneath that beautiful skin?

An eighteen-year-old girl being able to so easily catch Mo Zhixuan’s eye? She probably used some unscrupulous methods, right?

Moreover, she mentioned Zheng Chuyi more than once, seemingly to remind Mo Zhixuan of the promise he made to Zheng Zilong.

Stirring, stirring, stirring.

Qin Zhurao was trying to sow discord again.

To someone like Mo Zhixuan, who was a righteous and upright man, he probably despised those manipulative white lotus types.

Although Qin Zhurao did not say so explicitly, the implications behind her words were quite clear.

Duanmu Zhe, who always stood up for Chu Jin, unusually did not say a word.

Qin Jinyong also remained silent.

Mo Zhixuan, with one hand in his pocket, still had his usual glacier-like expression, his lips pressed tightly, nearly forming a line. Amidst his coolness was a hint of scholarly refinement, which in turn exuded princeliness. On hearing her words, the corners of his mouth lifted in a rare contemplative smile as he spoke in a deep voice, "To have met her is the fortune of three lifetimes."

Every word landed, every syllable heard.

Qin Zhurao could never have dreamed that Mo Zhixuan would say such a thing.

In her mind, Mo Zhixuan had always been a cold and serious king. When had he ever been so heartfelt about protecting someone else? And that someone was a woman, no less—a woman full of faults!

He could actually put brotherly affection aside!

What was so good about that woman that she could ensnare Mo Zhixuan to this extent!

Qin Zhurao stopped talking and looked up at Qin Jinyong instead.

Qin Jinyong gave her a reassuring smile.

Duanmu Zhe felt somewhat uncomfortable. On that extremely dark night, Chu Jin had risked her life to protect them, but now, he was expected to betray her, which really was...

On one side was Chu Jin, and on the other was Mo Zhixuan.

It was impossible for him to choose.

Why couldn’t two such people end up together?

Duanmu Zhe felt stifled, a discomfort he couldn’t express.

They were approaching a bustling market town.

There were many people coming and going, with most of the stall owners being from South Mountain Town, mainly selling knick-knacks and local specialities, as well as some dealing in jade stones.

Mo Qingyi wanted to buy everything she saw, and soon Duanmu Zhe’s hands were loaded with various items.

Although Miao Xinran was slightly calmer than Mo Qingyi, the amount of shopping she did was no less, and Qin Jinyong could only carry her bags without complaint, not daring to utter a single grumble.

Chu Jin, on the other hand, was composed; under normal circumstances, she merely watched the other two shop, only occasionally spotting a few items she liked, which were small trinkets that could easily be stashed in her backpack.

Seeing the other two with items in their hands, Mr. Mo had an opinion. He strode forward and came to Chu Jin’s side, "Let me carry your bag for you."

Having someone offer to carry bags while shopping is one of life’s small joys, Chu Jin slightly curled her lips, took off her backpack from her shoulder, and handed it to Mr. Mo, "Then I will have to trouble you!"

Mo Zhixuan looked at her, his gaze slightly deep, his seductive Adam’s apple sliding up and down a few times before he leaned in and whispered in Chu Jin’s ear, "Since you think I’ve put in the effort, how about a little reward? Hmm?"

His warm breath tickled her neck.

This man indeed had the talent of being a hooligan with complete sincerity.

Just at that moment, Mo Qingyi called out from the other side, "Bro Jin, come quick and look, this is so pretty."

Chu Jin pushed away Mo Zhixuan with her hand, "Can’t be bothered with you," and then immediately ran towards Mo Qingyi.

Mo Zhixuan watched her retreating figure, a pleasurable curve forming on his lips.

The sunlight was just right, the breeze gentle and soothing.

Qin Zhurao came over leisurely, smiling, "The young lady seems delicate, let me carry the bag for you."

After speaking, she reached out her hand towards Mo Zhixuan.

How could a man like Mo Zhixuan easily indulge a girl by waiting on her hand and foot! He must have been worn down by the girl’s persistence! Truly spoiled and arrogant! Qin Zhurao’s gesture was also indirectly expressing her own understanding nature and graceful demeanor.

Mo Zhixuan glanced down at Qin Zhurao, "No need to trouble yourself, I am naturally a few years her senior; it’s my duty to look after her."

His voice remained as deep and cold as always, and without giving Qin Zhurao another glance, he walked directly towards Chu Jin.

Qin Zhurao’s hand froze mid-air, even her fingertips trembling slightly.

Embarrassment, annoyance!

Was this the Mo Zhixuan she knew?

The Mo Zhixuan who regarded children’s romance as insignificant?

It took a while for Qin Zhurao to retract her hand.

Qin Jinyong, carrying a bunch of items, came to Qin Zhurao and consoled, "Zhurao, don’t be disheartened, all beginnings are hard, Duanmu and I will help you when the time comes."

Qin Zhurao took a deep breath and then nodded her head.

Duanmu Zhe, standing behind the two, also sighed deeply; with things having reached this point, he could only follow through to the end.

Passing by a jade stall, Chu Jin was attracted by a palm-sized raw stone.

"Boss, how much is this?" Chu Jin stood in front of the stall, picked up the black raw stone and weighed it in her hand, asking.

The stall owner was a bespectacled middle-aged man; seeing the extraordinary man and the young lady with picturesque brows standing in front of his stall, he knew they were people of no ordinary status.

He immediately smiled and said, "The young lady has good taste. This is a piece of jadeite raw stone. Although it’s small, it’s extremely precious. Since we are fated today, I will sell it to you for twenty-eight thousand."

Chu Jin was not familiar with jade, but thanks to her abnormal senses, she could see a layer of spiritual energy swirling around the raw stone, invisible to the naked eye—a rare find indeed.

"I’ll take this one." Chu Jin handed the raw stone to Mo Zhixuan and then took out her phone to transfer the money to the stall owner.

The stall owner, seeing her paying so readily, thought to himself that she must be some family’s wastrel making trouble.

He had only made up a few stories on the spot! And she believed them! She was the epitome of foolishness! This black stone had been sitting in this corner for a long time, ignored by everyone, and today he finally met a big fool!

The stall owner quickly picked up a jade pendant and began to tout it to Chu Jin, "Young lady, I can see you’re an expert! You know quality when you see it! Take a look at this jade pendant, this is exactly the one that was in Empress Yang’s mouth when she was buried! Look at this color, this moistness, you won’t find another like it in the world. For the sake of our fateful meeting, I’ll sell it to you for eighteen thousand, what do you say?"

Chu Jin glanced at the jade pendant; it was nothing more than a piece of glass slag cobbled together into a fake, so fake it couldn’t be faker, and the stall owner had the gall to hype it up, which was quite an effort.

Chu Jin slightly curled her lips and said to the stall owner, "Do you think I look like a fool?"

The stall owner: "..." By spending twenty-eight thousand on a pitch-black stone, aren’t you a fool?

When one day the stall owner learned that the pitch-black stone was worth several hundred million, he sat in front of the television, crying as he beat himself to death.

The afternoon passed quickly.

When the group returned to the inn, it was already dark.

They had come back after having dinner.

Qin Zhurao was also there.

Because there was an additional person, Mo Zhixuan had opened another room.

At night, everyone retired to their own rooms.

Chu Jin was organizing the spoils of the day in the living room. She emptied everything from her backpack onto the coffee table; it hadn’t seemed like much when packing, but now there lay a small pile.

Ding dong—

The doorbell rang.

Just then, Mo Zhixuan walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. The white robe was loosely tied around his waist, revealing hints of his abdominal muscles, especially enticing. Without even raising her head, Chu Jin said, "Go open the door."

Mo Zhixuan had no choice but to go and open the door.

Qin Zhurao, standing outside, was momentarily stunned upon seeing Mo Zhixuan. She quickly said, "Zhixuan, I’m sorry for disturbing you so late."

Mo Zhixuan stepped aside with a deep look in his eyes, "Come in first."

Qin Zhurao walked in cautiously, her heart pounding non-stop; she had never seen Mo Zhixuan like this before.

A brand new Mo Zhixuan.

She had never known that someone could wear a bathrobe like this.

Slightly languid, yet not losing the innate nobility and cool detachment.

And now, with a touch more of a king’s aura.

Mo Zhixuan walked straight to his room and closed the door, while Qin Zhurao approached Chu Jin and spoke softly, "Miss Chu, I’m really sorry for disturbing you and Zhixuan so late."

Chu Jin gently looked up, her eyes smiling as she said, "What exactly does ’sorry’ mean?"

Who could have expected Chu Jin to ask such a tricky question? Qin Zhurao was momentarily lost for words, unsure of how to respond.

At that moment, Mo Zhixuan emerged from the room. In the brief interval, he had changed his clothes, as if the man Qin Zhurao saw earlier was just an illusion.

Qin Zhurao recovered and began to apologize, "I’m sorry, Miss Chu, I was too abrupt just now. If my words offended you in any way, please don’t take it to heart."

Wherever she went, the one who apologized first could always gain others’ attention and sympathy.

Qin Zhurao was a wise woman; she knew this very well.

Especially with Mo Zhixuan still around, of course, she couldn’t be confrontational with Chu Jin.

She was not like Zheng Chuyi, who foolishly ran headfirst towards trouble.

Chu Jin, still organizing the things in her hands and without glancing up, said, "If you have something to say, just say it directly. We’re all adults here, there’s no need for beating around the bush." From their interaction in the afternoon, Chu Jin knew that Qin Zhurao was no pushover.

She was most likely here to cause trouble.

Mr. Mo sure has a lot of unwanted suitors!

Qin Zhurao slightly bowed her head, her voice as tender as water, "Miss Chu, do you perhaps misunderstand me?"

She indeed was interesting.

Chu Jin looked up, her eyebrows slightly raised as she countered, "What do you think I’m misunderstanding about you?"

It wasn’t Mo Zhixuan’s place to interject in a conversation between women.

He leisurely took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, and with a ’click’, the pale blue flame flickered in the air, the faint smell of tobacco spreading through the room.

Amidst the curling smoke, the man’s sharp facial features appeared even more indistinct, adding a layer of haziness.

"If there’s no misunderstanding, that’s good," Qin Zhurao slowly started, "Miss Chu, don’t laugh at me, but this is actually my first time being out. I’m a bit afraid of staying in a room alone at night, so, I was wondering... would it be too much trouble for you to stay with me for the night?"

This was Qin Zhurao’s real plan; she couldn’t let Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan stay together!

Two people, like tinder and flint, something was bound to happen!

So, she had to find a way to break up their cohabitation.

"No!"

"No!"

Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin spoke in unison.

"I’m sorry," Chu Jin said in an indifferent tone, "I’m not used to living with strangers. Why don’t you ask one of the female staff here at the inn to see who might be willing to keep you company for the night?"

Coming from the Superpower World and claiming to be scared of sleeping alone in a room! Who would believe that if it were said out loud?

"They are not worthy of sharing a room with me!" scorn filled Qin Zhurao’s eyes, but she quickly remembered that Mo Zhixuan was present, and instantly resumed her gentle demeanor, "What I mean is, I also don’t like living with strangers, but since I feel a connection with Miss Chu, I approached you. Miss Chu, you probably don’t know this, but you look a lot like my younger sister. Every time I see you, I feel a special bond."

Qin Zhurao behaved as though she truly liked Chu Jin.

The smile on the corner of her mouth seemed to bloom flowers.

Those unaware would really think she had a sister who looked a lot like Chu Jin.

Chu Jin offered a slight smile, "I’m sorry, but I don’t have the habit of wrongly claiming relatives, and you don’t look anything like my sister." This statement didn’t leave Qin Zhurao with any face at all.

Qin Zhurao responded with a forced laugh, thinking to herself that Chu Jin was no easy target—completely impervious to soft or hard tactics!

"Miss Chu really knows how to joke!" Qin Zhurao continued, "Since Miss Chu is reluctant to stay with me, how about I just spend the night here then? I can sleep on the sofa, you don’t have to mind me."

Qin Zhurao was dead set on sabotaging the two of them.

Chu Jin was speechless; it was the first time she had encountered someone with such thick skin.

"Well, suit yourself then," Mo Zhixuan’s voice was cold, a hazy mist spilling from his cool lips, an indescribably sexy sight, "Let’s go." Having said that, he walked over to Chu Jin, grabbed all the trinkets from the table into a bag, and pulled her into the bedroom.

And slammed the bedroom door with a ’bang.’

Qin Zhurao hadn’t expected Mo Zhixuan to pull Chu Jin straight into the only bedroom! How could he! Didn’t she save old Mrs. Mo’s life? Was this how he treated his mother’s savior?

Qin Zhurao sat in the living room, biting her lip tightly, her face full of discontent!

However, now that she had successfully made her way into the suite, the next part of the plan was half accomplished! She refused to believe that nothing would happen inside the room when there was a living person in the living room!

Fortunately, the bedroom came with its own bathroom; otherwise, it would have been truly embarrassing!

Entering the room, Chu Jin threw the bag onto the bed with annoyance, "Mr. Mo, you really have quite some charm."

Unwelcome love interests were following him home.

Three people sharing a suite, what was this supposed to mean?

"Are you upset?" Mo Zhixuan sat next to Chu Jin and began to massage her temples, whispering, "She is a woman, after all; I can’t very well physically throw her out, can I? Besides, she did save my mother’s life..."

All in all, the main reason Mo Zhixuan could tolerate Qin Zhurao was that she had saved his mother’s life.

Otherwise, he would not have had such patience.

Mr. Mo did have a point; with someone refusing to leave and thick-skinned at that, one could hardly manhandle her out.

Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, her complaint tinged with sarcasm, "One minute it’s Zheng Chuyi, the next it’s Qin Zhurao, your family’s troubles are never-ending."

Mr. Mo continued to massage her temples, "My fault, my fault."

Seeing that Mr. Mo’s attitude in admitting his wrongs wasn’t bad, Chu Jin let it go.

The bedroom was very soundproof; Qin Zhurao leaned against the door and listened for a long time but didn’t catch a single word.

She was frantic.

As night deepened, Qin Zhurao picked up her nightgown and went to the bathroom for a shower.

The nightgown was made of real silk.

Pink, with a belt tied at the waist and a V-neck—it was neither conservative nor revealing.

She lay on the sofa, her posture incredibly sultry, her chest pushed up to create a deep ravine, a bold display of ivory skin, the epitome of springtime allure.

Everybody has urgent needs, and she didn’t believe Mo Zhixuan wouldn’t need to use the bathroom during the night.

Waiting intentionally for Mo Zhixuan to emerge, Qin Zhurao scarcely slept all night, maintaining her most seductive pose, ready to tempt him at a moment’s notice.

Yet, all night long, Mo Zhixuan never opened the door.

The next morning, when finally the door opened, Qin Zhurao was fully prepared; she lay sideways on the sofa, pulling the collar of her nightgown down past her shoulder, pretending to be sound asleep while displaying unlimited allure.

Chu Jin glanced at Qin Zhurao on the sofa, the corners of her mouth curving up, and walked step by step towards her.

The soft footfalls seemed to stomp directly on Qin Zhurao’s heart.

Her tension mounted—Mo Zhixuan was coming, he had noticed her. Qin Zhurao thought men were most impulsive in the morning; what would happen next?

"Miss Qin, putting on such a sexy outfit this early in the morning, are you waiting for Mo Zhixuan?" Chu Jin approached, her eyebrows slightly raised.

A simple sentence, like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguished all of Qin Zhurao’s hopes!

Qin Zhurao had never dreamed that the visitor would be Chu Jin!

A wave of disappointment flooded over her!

Why wasn’t it Mo Zhixuan who came?

This woman was truly audacious, showing off so early in the morning right in front of her! She even dared to call Mo Zhixuan by his full name! Acting as if she was someone special! Such a young girl, living with a man without shame—utterly disgraceful!

Qin Zhurao hurried to her feet, straightening the collar of her nightgown, and said softly, "I’ve made Miss Chu laugh, I’ve always had poor sleeping habits."

Chu Jin leaned over, her lips curling into a smirk, whispered into Qin Zhurao’s ear, "Trying to seduce Mo Zhixuan, aren’t you?"