Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 557 - 558, found it (second update)

Chapter 557: 558, found it (second update)

In fact, Qin Zhurao was Qin Jinyong’s biological sister. Therefore, after Zheng Chuyi’s death, Qin Jinyong wholeheartedly wanted Qin Zhurao and Mo Zhixuan to be together.

Qin Zhurao was somewhat puzzled why Qin Jinyong would be so kind to a commoner.

However, it seems now that his kindness to that commoner was nothing special.

Jia Zhuo nodded thoughtfully, "So she was just a lowly commoner. I should have created an aftershock earlier, let them die together and spare me the eyesore."

Qin Jinyong reached out and grabbed Jia Zhuo’s neck, his eyes filled with bloodlust as he said, "If you dare to touch a single hair on Xinran’s head, I will send you to hell!"

He took the risk because he understood Jun Huang’s character. He knew Miao Xinran would definitely be safe.

Miao Xinran was his! No one but him could touch her!

In that instant, Jia Zhuo’s face turned purple and he struggled to breathe, making a ’gurgling’ sound in his throat. His eyes rolled back as if he could die at any moment.

After Jia Zhuo practiced the evil art, her previous cultivation had disappeared. Now she only had the natural ability to control earthquakes, and therefore, she had no power to fight back against Qin Jinyong.

"Let go of Jia Zhuo!" Qin Zhurao desperately slapped Qin Jinyong’s arm.

It was then that Qin Jinyong released his grip.

Jia Zhuo, as if pardoned, coughed violently and gasped for breath. The feeling of being a step away from the Grim Reaper was terrifying! Had Qin Jinyong lost his mind? To even be willing to harm a partner!

"Hand it over." Qin Jinyong extended his hand towards Qin Zhurao.

Reluctantly, Qin Zhurao pulled out a jade-carved red lotus from her pocket and placed it in Qin Jinyong’s palm.

This was the sacred object that could suppress the Empress’ spirit.

Qin Jinyong pocketed the red lotus and then said, "Alright, leave this place quickly before Ninth Brother finds out about you two."

"I’ll take my leave, until we meet again." Jia Zhuo bowed to the two of them and then turned to leave. Chu Jin surely wouldn’t survive, a mere mortal crushed under a pile of rubble was likely already dead.

Zheng Chuyi’s great vengeance had been avenged, and now she should immediately return to the Superpower World to offer Zheng Chuyi incense and share the good news with her.

It was just a pity that she couldn’t cut off Chu Jin’s head to pay tribute to Zheng Chuyi.

Jia Zhuo left swiftly, but Qin Zhurao was somewhat reluctant. She lowered her voice and said, "Brother, aren’t you helping me anymore?" They had agreed that he would help her become the mistress of the Mo family; why was he now telling her to leave?

In the past, Mo Zhixuan had been cursed. Qin Jinyong forbade her from getting close to Mo Zhixuan, which was understandable as nobody wanted to die young. Even if Mo Zhixuan was willing to marry her, she wouldn’t be willing to marry him.

But now, Mo Zhixuan had recovered, and Chu Jin was dead. How could Qin Jinyong go back on his word?

She was determined to marry Mo Zhixuan.

Qin Jinyong was well aware of her intentions and said in a deep voice, "Appearing here safe and sound will definitely provoke Ninth Brother’s displeasure and suspicion. Listen to me, go back to Capital City first. I will notify you to come for Chu Jin’s funeral, then you can look for an opportunity to get close to Ninth Brother."

After all, people are most vulnerable when they are weak. As long as Qin Zhurao seizes this opportunity, it should suffice.

"Will that work?" Qin Zhurao was worried; Mo Zhixuan wasn’t easy to approach, after all.

"Why wouldn’t it work?" Qin Jinyong said with a slight smile, "Don’t forget, you saved Aunt Mo’s life. You are the Mo family’s lifesaver, and besides, Aunt Mo has always liked you quite a lot. It’s just unfortunate that, back then, Ninth Brother’s health..."

He paused, then continued, "Otherwise, you would have become the Mo family’s mistress long ago."

Hearing this, Qin Zhurao smiled, "Brother, you’re right. I was the one originally destined to be the Mo family’s daughter-in-law. It’s that Chu Jin who stole the position that belonged to me. Her death could be considered retribution."

People like Chu Jin deserved to die a hundred times over.

Qin Jinyong nodded, "After you arrive in Capital City, visit Aunt Mo first. If you can manage to stay in the Mo family, that would be even better." The one who is near the water gets the moon first, and this Mo Zhixuan was no longer the Mo Zhixuan of the past.

Many coveted the position of the Mo family’s matriarch.

It wasn’t just the position of the Mo family’s matriarch, but also the supreme position in the Superpower World; a man like him would, sooner or later, reclaim his throne.

"Mhm, I understand, brother." Qin Zhurao’s eyes shimmered with smug triumph as if she had already seated herself upon that throne.

Qin Jinyong’s face was stern, "How many times have I told you? Do not call me brother! Do you still want the title of Descendant of Medical Ancestor or not?"

It wasn’t just the title of Descendant of Medical Ancestor at stake, but also some latent matters that would be exposed alongside it.

Therefore, aside from the two involved, no one knew that these two were actually blood siblings.

"Isn’t there no one here?" Qin Zhurao spoke softly, head lowered.

Qin Jinyong’s face remained hard, "Even if there’s no one, it’s not allowed."

If Miao Xinran were present, she would have noticed a peculiar change in Qin Jinyong, who seemed completely unfamiliar, as if he had become someone else entirely.

"Then I’m leaving, goodbye." Qin Zhurao waved her hand at Qin Jinyong.

Qin Jinyong expressed no emotion as he uttered four words, "Be careful on the way."

After Qin Zhurao left, Qin Jinyong also began heading towards Mo Zhixuan’s location.

When he arrived, Mo Zhixuan and Duanmu Zhe were inside a barrier, where fragments of debris floated above them, suspended as if paused by an unseen hand.

Meanwhile, Mo Zhixuan and Duanmu Zhe continued to stoop to collect stones and fling them back into the air.

Upon seeing Qin Jinyong approach, Duanmu Zhe asked in surprise, "Jin Yong, where have you been? Why did it take you so long to get here?"

As Qin Jinyong also began to pick up fragments, he replied as if nothing were amiss, "I went to look elsewhere for any trace of Miss Chu." From the beginning, he had referred to Chu Jin as Miss Chu, and that had never changed.

Therefore, it couldn’t change now.

"Did you find anything?" Duanmu Zhe continued.

Qin Jinyong’s expression dimmed in a flash, "Nothing," he sighed and then lowered his voice, "Do you think Miss Chu might have already..." The unspoken words hung heavy in the air.

"No way!" Mo Zhixuan suddenly looked up at Qin Jinyong, his tone ice-cold, "Jin won’t come to harm! She must be alive."

"Ninth Brother," Qin Jinyong also looked at him, sighing softly with a deep sense of regret, "Whether we like it or not, what’s happened has happened. You need to accept reality. It’s no use running away from it..."

The aura around Mo Zhixuan turned frosty in an instant as he looked at Qin Jinyong, his eyes filled with a chilling intensity, "You, shut up!"

An overpowering force rolled towards Qin Jinyong; his face turned deathly pale, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his strength seemed to be drained from him in an instant, rendering him incapable of even producing a single syllable, let alone speaking!

The power Mo Zhixuan possessed was truly terrifying, capable of obliterating heaven and earth!

At that moment, Duanmu Zhe’s exclamation sounded from the side, "Ninth Brother, Ninth Brother, I found it!"

At these words, Mo Zhixuan’s eyes brightened instantly, and he hurried over to Duanmu Zhe.

However, Qin Jinyong’s brows twitched.

Could it be that Chu Jin hadn’t died?

Impossible, right? He had already checked; there were no traces of Chu Jin’s presence here! She should have been thoroughly dead!

It must be that Duanmu Zhe had discovered Chu Jin’s body!

Yes, that must be it!

Qin Jinyong really wanted to walk over and investigate, but the pain all over his body made it impossible for him to move! Mo Zhixuan’s attack was too cold-blooded and ruthless!

For the sake of a woman, he actually struck at his good brother of many years!

Underneath the rubble, indeed, there was a person being crushed.

Many things were pressing down on her, and what appeared before the two of them was a slender hand. Although the hand was already covered in dust and grime, the blood-red bracelet on the wrist told him that this person was Chu Jin.

"Jin!" Mo Zhixuan called out softly, quickly reaching to check her pulse, which, although weak, was steady—indicating she was still alive. Fortunately, she was merely unconscious temporarily and had not sustained any serious injuries, allowing Mo Zhixuan’s heart, which had been in suspense, to finally relax.

Then, he squatted down and carefully, along with Duanmu Zhe, began to clear away the debris on top of her, moving very gently for fear of causing her secondary injuries.

In less than two minutes, all the debris and rubble on top of her were cleared away.

Only then did Mo Zhixuan notice that a small figure was shielding Chu Jin’s body, protecting her from a fatal blow.

The child was about six or seven years old, with very dark skin, just like an African. Although he was clearly a boy, he wore two braids like antelope horns, and his hair was naturally curly like an African’s.

The only difference from an African was his lips—they were very red, unlike Africans whose lips are black as well.

Mo Zhixuan frowned slightly; he had never seen this child with Chu Jin before, so who could he be?

Duanmu Zhe stepped forward to pick up the child and checked his nose, saying, "Ninth Master, he’s still breathing!"

Mo Zhixuan first carefully wiped the dust from Chu Jin’s face, then took out a black handkerchief from his pocket to cover her eyes. He carried her horizontally and then slowly spoke, "Let’s take them back."

No matter who he was, since he saved Chu Jin’s life, he was Mo Zhixuan’s benefactor.

Qin Jinyong was stunned to see Mo Zhixuan carrying Chu Jin out; he had never expected that Chu Jin was still alive! How could her life be so tenacious?

If she’s still alive, doesn’t that mean his entire plan is ruined?

Qin Jinyong maintained his composure, but his heart twisted into a knot! He knew he should have let Jia Zhuo create another, even bigger aftershock!

Dragging his heavy feet, Qin Jinyong came to Mo Zhixuan’s side and said with difficulty, "Ninth Master, Miss Chu, she... is she okay?" pretending to be very concerned about Chu Jin.

Right now, it was important to mend the brotherly bond, to ensure Mo Zhixuan didn’t harbor any prejudice against him.

Mo Zhixuan gave him a cold sideways glance, "She’s not seriously hurt."

"That’s good, that’s good," Qin Jinyong sighed with relief, then said, "I’m sorry, Ninth Master, I misspoke earlier. I thought Miss Chu was... Please forgive me."

"Be more careful in the future," Mo Zhixuan said coldly, with just five words.

Qin Jinyong nodded slightly, then slowed his pace to walk with Duanmu Zhe, asking, "Duanmu, who are you holding there?"

Without much thought, Duanmu Zhe replied, "A kid, I don’t know him either. But, we owe a lot to this child. If it weren’t for her, the ninth mistress might have really been out of luck. He took the lethal blow for her."

Qin Jinyong clenched his fist, then praised, "He truly is a little hero. When he wakes up, we must thank him properly."

Although he said this, in his heart, he loathed the child! Such a meddler! If it weren’t for him, Chu Jin would have gone to meet Yama already!

Qin Jinyong had only accounted for the fact that Chu Jin would certainly act to save Miao Xinran and Mo Qingyi, but he hadn’t anticipated that someone would save Chu Jin!

It was like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!

With mixed emotions, Qin Jinyong followed Duanmu Zhe onto the helicopter.

Seeing Mo Zhixuan returning with Chu Jin in his arms, Mo Qingyi and Miao Xinran rushed to greet them excitedly, "Big brother Jin/Jin!" they both exclaimed in unison.

Miao Xinran, swift acting, flattened the seat for them, and Mo Zhixuan gently placed the person on it, pulling a blanket from the storage compartment to cover her.

Mo Qingyi saw Chu Jin’s pale face, her eyes still covered with a piece of black cloth, and looked nervously towards Mo Zhixuan, asking, "Brother, is Jin okay?"

Mo Zhixuan’s gaze lifted faintly, his eyes filled with a cold light, his voice particularly icy, "You all go out first, I need to treat Jin’s injuries."

"What about this one?" Duanmu Zhe asked, pointing to the child in his arms.

Mo Zhixuan looked at him and slowly uttered three words, "Just hold him."

Facing the formidable Mo Zhixuan, Duanmu Zhe had no power to retaliate and had to resign himself to carrying the child out of the cabin. Heaven knows, the child looked so small, yet he was heavier than a rock! So heavy! Could he have been raised on pig feed?

Outside, the rain had stopped.

The sun peeked out from the clouds, casting a layer of golden light on the earth, but the disaster brought by the earthquake had not ceased, and bodies were continuously being carried out from under the rubble.

"Duanmu, how is Jin?" Mo Qingyi, in a rare serious tone, looked towards Duanmu Zhe and asked.

Miao Xinran also hurriedly said, "Yeah, Duanmu, is Jin okay?"

If this were the Mo Qingyi of the past, seeing Duanmu Zhe holding a child, she would definitely have teased him, but now, she just wasn’t in the mood.

Duanmu Zhe’s expression was equally serious, "You two relax, lady Jin is fine. She’s just suffered some superficial wounds and will wake up soon."

"That’s good!" Miao Xinran breathed a sigh of relief.

But Mo Qingyi was a bit worried and said, "Are you telling the truth? You’re not just comforting me, are you?"

"Everything I’m saying is true!" Duanmu Zhe continued, "If you don’t believe me, you can ask Jin Yong."

Miao Xinran didn’t want to bother with Qin Jinyong, turning her head away without a word.

Mo Qingyi looked up at Qin Jinyong and asked, "Big brother Qin, is what Duanmu said true? Jin... my sister-in-law, she’s really okay?"

Qin Jinyong nodded lightly, "What Duanmu said is true, Miss Chu is fine." His voice remained as gentle as ever. After speaking, he walked up to Miao Xinran’s side, extending his hand to her shoulder, "Alright, don’t be angry, I apologize to you."

Miao Xinran snorted coldly and said nothing.

Hearing that Chu Jin was truly okay, Mo Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Duanmu Zhe and asked, "Who is the child you’re holding in your arms? A love child?"

Duanmu Zhe was so annoyed that he kicked Mo Qingyi, "With our looks, could we produce a child that’s this dark?"

Mo Qingyi kicked back at him, with one fierce kick, making Duanmu Zhe grunt, "Scram, kid! Who’s like you!"

Duanmu Zhe stepped back a few paces, straightened his expression and said, "Stop, stop, stop, let me tell you, this child isn’t just anybody, don’t injure him by mistake!"

Mo Qingyi, stroking her chin, continued, "He’s so dark and ugly! Could he possibly be a foreigner? Where did you pick him up from?"

"Speaking of which, you should thank him," Duanmu Zhe continued, "If it weren’t for him protecting lady Jin, I’m afraid you would never see her again."

In that situation, if not for the child, Chu Jin would have long since perished.

"You’re saying, he saved Jin?" Mo Qingyi asked in disbelief.

Duanmu Zhe nodded, "Otherwise, what do you think, I’m just hanging out carrying him for no reason! My lord, I’m exhausted!"

Jin’s lifesaver was her lifesaver as well!

Hearing this, Miao Xinran and Mo Qingyi gathered around Duanmu Zhe, smiling and saying, "Wow, whose child is this, he’s so cute, Duanmu, may I hold him, please?"

Duanmu Zhe: "..." Indeed, the most fickle thing in this world is a woman’s heart! Just three minutes ago, they were complaining about how dark and ugly the kid was! And in the blink of an eye, the style changed completely, did the little black imp suddenly become cute?