Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 562 - 563, Disdain (First Update)

Chapter 562: 563, Disdain (First Update)

Mr. Mo caught her hand and, in the end, took it into his mouth and lightly bit it.

Tingling, delicate, and cool, her fingertips felt like they were being electrified—a very subtle sensation.

This immediately made Chu Jin think of the firm heat in the palm of her hand; she hurriedly withdrew it and sat up properly.

Hmm, this habit of patting faces needs to be changed.

To mask her awkwardness, Chu Jin leaned over to turn on the car’s music system.

Instantly, a beautiful woman’s voice enveloped the entire car.

"For one person alone I come forth, even if my lord’s love be deemed foolish, born with beauty I cannot forsake..."

A rich classic Capital City accent, a blend of strength and gentleness, mellow and melodious, each sound entering the ears, very pleasant to listen to.

Chu Jin slowly closed her eyes, leaning lazily against the seat back, contentedly closing her eyes, sinking into the charming chant.

Mr. Mo, in a good mood, lifted the corners of his mouth and glanced down at her, "What would you like to eat tonight?"

"Anything," Chu Jin said languidly, and as if remembering something, she opened her eyes, "I want dumplings. Let’s go buy some flour and then head back home to make them."

Mo Zhixuan gave her a surprised glance, "You can make dumplings?"

Chu Jin nodded, "Of course, I can teach you if you don’t know how."

As a bona fide Capital City person, even though Chu Jin couldn’t cook, she could make a beautiful hand of dumplings.

Ten minutes later.

The car stopped in front of an upscale supermarket.

The silver-grey Volkswagen stood out as particularly ordinary against a backdrop of luxury cars, but the man and woman stepping out attracted all eyes.

The man had a grand presence, with handsome features.

The woman had an exceptional bearing, with a face like jade.

Both handsome and beautiful, they were like a matched pair, with a natural charisma all their own.

They walked hand in hand towards the supermarket entrance.

At that moment, a young woman dripping with luxury slowly removed her sunglasses and cast a scornful look towards their figures.

Ha, to think they dare to shop at this kind of upscale supermarket driving an old Volkswagen.

Paupers.

She had thought Chu Jin would at least snag a tycoon or something—after all, with beauty like hers, it would be easy to find a sugar daddy.

Yet, to her surprise, Chu Jin had ended up with someone so unremarkable.

Driving a Volkswagen that even their family’s maid would look down on!

Subconsciously, she became curious about what the man looked like.

Unfortunately, from her angle, she could only see a tall silhouette, a spotless white shirt and neatly ironed suit pants, walking with poise and elegance, as if he was a born aristocrat.

Such an eye-catching figure from the back surely meant an even more handsome front view!

But, being handsome, what of it?

Deep down, he’s still a pauper.

Another long-haired girl approached Qiao Muyan, following her gaze with curiosity, and asked, "Muyan, what are you looking at?"

Qiao Muyan’s smile gradually grew wider as she clipped her sunglasses back on her face and softly chuckled, "Nothing, let’s head up."

Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan finished shopping at the supermarket, gathering all the ingredients they needed before starting to head downstairs.

Mr. Mo went to the underground garage to fetch the car, while Chu Jin waited for him at the ground-floor exit.

The evening breeze was gentle.

With the bright moon overhead, the nighttime scene in Capital City was awash with beautiful neon lights, making it exceptionally bustling.

Chu Jin stood there, holding a cup of milk tea and lightly biting on the straw. Her skin was fair and delicate, a light evening breeze tossed her hair over her jade-like features, creating a disheveled beauty, highlighting her full, red lips that were bewitchingly beautiful.

With just a fleeting glance, the man in uniform stopped in his tracks.

He took a few steps closer.

She approached a few steps closer.

He had already smelled the distinctive, fresh scent that seemed to be exuding from her.

Yet, Chu Jin had not noticed him.

He slightly curved the corners of his mouth upwards, his feet became rooted to the spot, as he just watched her.

At that moment, a woman clad in luxurious attire arrogantly strolled by Chu Jin’s side, her high-end perfume diffusing through the air.

After walking a few steps ahead and realizing Chu Jin had not noticed her, the woman stepped back with a surprised look and said, "Oh? Isn’t that Chu Jin? I thought I had mistaken someone else for you."

The woman removed her glasses, revealing a face covered in makeup.

Very pretty.

But her true features were no longer clear.

It was Qiao Muyan.

Chu Jin’s expression was indifferent, and she nodded slightly, saying, "Yes, it’s me. Are you here to shop as well?" Chu Jin did not have a particularly good or bad impression of Qiao Muyan; after all, they lived in the same dormitory, and she naturally wouldn’t refuse someone who greeted her first.

In truth, this little princess wasn’t bad at heart; she was simply spoiled by her family.

Compared to the sarcastic Liu Meng Haoran, she was much more genuine.

Qiao Muyan tossed her long hair, a fragrance wafting from it, and said with a smile, "This supermarket belongs to my father’s company. I came to check it out for him. If you shop here again, you can use my name to get a fifty percent discount."

A look of pride was plastered all over Qiao Muyan’s face.

Unconcealed.

This kind of condescending generosity felt so great. Surely Chu Jin would feel grateful to her now, wouldn’t she? This was a fifty percent discount we’re talking about! It’s as good as a pie falling from the sky!

"Thank you," Chu Jin replied with her usual demeanor, her serene face devoid of excessive emotions, "but no thank you."

Qiao Muyan was taken aback for a moment, then realized that Chu Jin really liked to go against her! Here she was, kindly offering her a favor, and Chu Jin wasn’t taking it!

If it were someone else, they would probably be treating her like an ancestor by now!

But her? She had dismissed Qiao Muyan with just five words!

Chu Jin was clearly just a pauper, yet she had the audacity to put on such a facade of high moral standing.

Hypocrite!

Qiao Muyan felt she had never encountered someone as hypocritical as Chu Jin.

The friends around her were not as wealthy, so they habitually sought to please Qiao Muyan in order to gain some benefit from her.

Liu Meng Haoran was a prime example of this.

So, from a young age, she knew money was a wonderful thing.

Without money, everything would be lost.

Friendship, love, all were bought with money.

Even family was the same.

The marriage of her parents was the perfect illustration of this.

Hence, Qiao Muyan had grown accustomed to this way of life, using money to get everything she wanted. She saw through this world very clearly, or perhaps it’s more accurate to say, her heart had long become numb to it, and she was used to a life where everyone revolved around her like stars around the moon.

Now, coming across someone who didn’t value her money, of course, she felt awful, even more than feeling awful, she felt as though her dignity had been challenged.

Qiao Muyan let out a small laugh, "Suit yourself. Anyway, you can enjoy the fifty percent discount whenever you mention my name. Oh, by the way, I just saw you with a man. Is he your boyfriend?"

Chu Jin nodded gently without denying it. It was obvious she didn’t wish to elaborate, thinking to herself when Mr. Mo would arrive.

"How old is your boyfriend?" Qiao Muyan continued, "What does his family do? Is he a local from Capital City?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Jin slightly furrowed her brows and out of politeness, she succinctly replied, "He’s a bit older than me, a businessman, not a local."

Qiao Muyan sneered internally.

Chu Jin was really good at pretending!

Driving a rundown Volkswagen and she has the nerve to call him a businessman! But then again, anyone nowadays who sets up a street stall can claim to be in business. So, someone driving a rundown Volkswagen and claiming to be a businessman isn’t exactly wrong.

"Chu Jin," Qiao Muyan said, "I saw him driving a Volkswagen, his family’s financial situation doesn’t seem very good, does it? And he’s older than you! With your looks, what kind of man can’t you have? Why settle for an old, poor man? Isn’t that just torturing yourself?"

Chu Jin took a sip of her milk tea, stayed silent, and didn’t feel like explaining anything, her downcast eyes revealing no particular emotion.

Seeing her like this, Qiao Muyan thought she was feeling inferior, so she seized the opportunity to say, "I know many young elites with a net worth over a million, how about I introduce one to you? From then on, you’d be the wife of a wealthy family, with no worries about food or clothing."

Qiao Muyan proactively extended an olive branch.

Only in this way could she make Chu Jin completely dependent on her, making Chu Jin like everyone else, trying every day to please her.

Thinking of this, Qiao Muyan felt extremely satisfied.

It was then that Chu Jin finally looked up at her, the corners of her lips slightly curled up in a rather defiant manner as she said, "A millionaire? I really don’t think much of that."

Her demeanor was brilliant to the extreme, like flowers in full bloom, impossible to divert one’s gaze from.

Qiao Muyan was stunned by her smile.

Before Qiao Muyan could react, Chu Jin had already walked to the side of the road, "My boyfriend is here, I’m leaving first, goodbye." Without looking back, she waved at Qiao Muyan.

By the time Qiao Muyan recovered, the silver Volkswagen had already disappeared in the traffic.

She was so angry that she stamped her foot!

When Qiao Muyan turned her head back, she realized that there was a tall man in a military uniform standing behind her. As she looked at him, he was also looking at her.

The night shrouded him.

It bestowed upon him a layer of bright luster, making the face hidden under the military cap particularly enchanting.

Qiao Muyan felt a moment of nervousness.

The man, however, walked over to her, looking down at her and asked, "A freshman?"

It was a very magnetic voice, with an undertone of wildness and a hint of pressure.

Qiao Muyan was immersed in the man’s powerful presence, nodding with difficulty.

"From which university?" the man continued to inquire.

Qiao Muyan felt sweat forming in her palms, "Cap... Capital University."

A man striking up a conversation with a woman for no reason at all, and also taking the initiative to ask some rather personal questions, it’s difficult not to misinterpret his intentions.

This man, he must have taken a liking to her, right?

Qiao Muyan’s face felt hot.

Because of her superior birth and a decent face, from childhood to now, she has been hit on by countless boys and dated many men, but never had any man given her this strange feeling before.

It was quite rare for Qiao Muyan to feel this kind of embarrassment that a young girl might have, with her head bowed low and her heart racing.

Yet, when she looked up again, the man who had been standing before her had vanished without a trace.

It was as if the scene just now was an illusion.

But the heart beating fast reminded her that it was not a dream, nor an illusion.

At that moment, her phone rang.

Qiao Muyan took it out to look.

A message was displayed on the screen.

"Tonight at 8, Royal Court 1911, I’ll be waiting for you."

A message with a strongly suggestive tone.

A mere exchange of needs between a man and a woman.

The sender was Qiao Muyan’s childhood friend, with good looks, impressive height, and expert skills.

They had their first time together when they were 16.

Having rolled over the sheets countless times, they never spoke of love; he had his girlfriend, she had her boyfriend.

This was the reality of her life.

If it were any other day, Qiao Muyan wouldn’t hesitate to accept, but today she didn’t want to go; she preferred to head to the dormitory at Capital University.

There, she might find her surprise.

Qiao Muyan replied, "Find Yu, I’m not free today."

The response came quickly, "Reformed?"

Qiao Muyan replied with a "Scram!" and then ignored him, calling for a private car and giving the address of the university. Afterwards, she lay back in her seat and closed her eyes to rest.

**

The silver Volkswagen slowly came to a stop in front of a villa.

Chu Jin got out of the car, while Mr. Mo went around to the trunk to get the groceries.

A bag of flour.

Shrimp, green vegetables, eggs, pork, along with some oil, salt, vinegar, and other seasonings.

The villa was large and had been cleaned thoroughly, yet there was no sign of any servants.

As soon as Chu Jin entered the house, an adult-sized robot slowly approached her, "Welcome home, sir and miss, I am your butler, Jack. Miss, please change into slippers first."

Jack picked up a pair of pink slippers and handed them to Chu Jin.

"Thank you," Chu Jin said with a smile.

"No trouble at all, this is all part of my job." Jack, although a robot, possessed independent autonomous thoughts and his movements weren’t as stiff as other robots.

Chu Jin chuckled upon hearing this, praising, "Pretty smart."

Jack scratched his head shyly, "Thank you for the compliment. What would you like to eat for dinner, sir and miss? I can prepare it for you."

"No need," Chu Jin replied while walking further inside, "We’re going to make dumplings ourselves."

"Do it yourself for a plentiful life! Would you like me to search for guides and tips for you?" Jack offered.

Chu Jin smiled softly, "No need, you go and rest."

"Alright." Jack obediently walked to the side.

"Do you like it?" Mo Zhixuan suddenly asked from behind her.

"Hm?" Chu Jin was startled, "Like what?"

After placing the items he carried into the kitchen and sorting them, Mo Zhixuan asked in a low voice, "Do you like it here?"

As Chu Jin opened the bag of flour and started kneading the dough, she turned to him with a light laugh, "I do."

Her kneading technique was very standard and professional, her delicate fingers working the white dough formed a beautiful sight. A mischievous strand of hair fell loose as she worked, and she casually pushed it back.

A streak of flour immediately outlined her cheek, adding a playful touch. Mr. Mo softened his gaze several degrees from the side, rarely seeing her this way.

The strands of hair kept falling.

Chu Jin got annoyed, "Mo Zhixuan, get a hair tie and help me put up my hair while I knead the dough."

"Alright," the man behind her immediately turned away to look for one, then asked, "Where’s your hair tie?"

"It’s in the compartment of my backpack."

Their interaction had grown more harmonious; unbeknownst to them, they had come to see each other as the most important person in their lives.

Mr. Mo quickly returned with a hair tie and stood behind her, clumsily tying up her hair. His slender fingers inevitably brushed her neck, and Chu Jin, who was ticklish, especially around her neck, immediately burst into light laughter, struggling and saying, "Just a simple tie will do."

Mr. Mo, however, took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her waist, rest his chin on her shoulder, and breathe hotly on her neck, saying in a slow voice, "How can I just tie it any old way?" But his tone suggested something else.

Chu Jin suddenly turned her head, cupped his face with her hands covered in flour, leaving two palm prints before turning to run away.

Before she could escape the kitchen, she was grabbed around the waist, "Will you dare to again?"

"I won’t, I swear!" Chu Jin immediately conceded.

Mo Zhixuan unbuttoned the second button of his shirt and said softly, yet with an edge, "Too late."

What kind of habit is this, stripping at every disagreement?

Chu Jin slapped his face lightly, "Mo Zhixuan, where’s your face?" The sound of her slaps, crisp and loud, signaled the pain.

Mo Zhixuan stopped unbuttoning his shirt, bent his head to plant a skilled kiss on her neck, and said hoarsely, "When you own the person, the face naturally belongs to you too."

Chu Jin, now immune to his flirting, stepped back and cleared her throat, "Shall I teach you how to make dumplings?"

"Sure." Mo Zhixuan calmly went to wash his hands, instantly reverting to his cool and gentlemanly demeanor.

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