Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 569 - 570 (Second Update)

Chapter 569: 570 (Second Update)

When Qiao Muyan learned that Song Shiqin was eating at the cafeteria, she hurried over. As she arrived, she happened to catch Chu Jin feeding Mo Zhixuan. She paused, then took out her phone, captured the scene, and sent it to Liu Meng Haoran’s QQ.

Only then did she go to get her meal, deliberately choosing a table very close to Song Shiqin to sit down.

She ate with great elegance, taking small bites with her chopsticks.

Sometimes she would play with her long hair, sometimes check her phone, every move she made was eye-catching.

She purposefully didn’t look towards Song Shiqin because she thought he must be able to see her. She was waiting for Song Shiqin to come to her, but she waited a long time, and he never did.

Now, Qiao Muyan was getting impatient. She looked back and was dumbfounded! Where was Song Shiqin’s figure? He and his group had left without her knowing when.

Qiao Muyan was so angry she slammed the table!

Could it be that Song Shiqin hadn’t seen her?

What was going on with Song Shiqin exactly?

Was it fun for him to leave her hanging?

"Classmate Qiao Muyan, may I get to know you?" A senior from the second year approached, holding a rose in his hand.

Qiao Muyan was beautiful and came from a good family. If one could become her boyfriend, it would open the door to success.

The senior was handsome, and under ordinary circumstances, Qiao Muyan would be willing to entertain him, but right now, she was not in the mood.

"Scram!" Qiao Muyan stood up and shoved the senior away, then left without looking back.

The senior threw the rose to the ground and with a gloomy face, crushed it fiercely into juice.

Qiao Muyan, huh?

He vowed to get back the humiliation he had suffered today! Was being rich that great?!

After successfully showing off their affection in front of her love rival, Mr. Mo was in a good mood as he walked Chu Jin to the bottom of her dormitory.

When he learned that for the coming month, Chu Jin could neither meet nor call him, Mr. Mo frowned unhappily.

Although the computer wasn’t confiscated, the internet cable was cut. Having a computer without internet was the same as not having one.

"I’m going upstairs, be careful on the road," Chu Jin said goodbye to him.

"Wait a moment," Mo Zhixuan crossed his long legs and grabbed her wrist directly.

Chu Jin looked back, "What...?"

Mo Zhixuan continued, "Go on up. Be well-behaved at school during this time, and don’t make me worry, okay?"

Chu Jin nodded slightly, "Okay."

But inside, she was grumbling; their interaction was becoming more and more like father and daughter...

Mr. Mo father had endless worries every day, even concerning what she wore.

Mr. Mo nodded satisfactorily, holding her hand with one hand and pinching her cheek with the other, "Go on, I’ll miss you."

In the afternoon, the military training continued.

Compared to the morning, the afternoon was noticeably hotter.

Song Shiqin’s face also turned noticeably darker, his expression so grim that it made it hard for others to breathe.

While the other instructors led their squads in the shade of trees, only their class was exposed to the scorching sun.

The students dared not express their anger, feeling both tired and hot.

"Attention!"

"At ease."

"Right turn!"

Whether it was the heat that muddled their minds or something else, when executing the right turn, two boys ended up face to face!

The two boys looked at each other, each thinking they had made the mistake, and quickly turned around.

Then they ended up face to face with another person behind them.

"Hahaha."

The boy with the low threshold for laughter couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

This laugh was contagious, and everyone burst out laughing along with it.

"Is it funny?" Song Shiqin’s voice suddenly softened, and his expression became gentle, taking on the appearance of a considerate instructor.

"Hahaha, I’m dying of laughter," a daring boy spoke up next.

The crowd chuckled along with him.

Song Shiqin also sneered twice, then his face abruptly darkened, "Everyone maintain your current posture, do not move, and give me a ten-minute hearty laugh!"

The laughter stopped abruptly as everyone promptly took up the military stance.

"Laugh, why aren’t you laughing now?"

Everyone stared straight ahead with stern faces.

Song Shiqin stood beside Chu Jin, his expressionless gaze swept over each person’s face as he said coldly, "Everyone, get down to the ground and get ready for push-ups for one hour!"

The so-called ’push-up preparation’ meant lying down with the tips of one’s feet touching the ground and hands propped up on the ground too, essentially holding the starting position of a push-up without moving.

An action that was incredibly torturous.

An hour of this, and one’s arms would stiffen completely, sore and painful, far crueler than standing at attention.

Half an hour later, everyone’s face was flushed red from holding their breath, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from their noses to the ground.

Some girls silently prayed in their hearts for a quick heatstroke, but despite being so hot they felt like they would explode, it just wouldn’t happen!

It made no sense! In the class next door, several had already collapsed in the shade, while their class, under the direct sun, seemed fine without any trouble.

Song Shiqin walked dominantly among the ranks.

After an excruciating hour passed, Song Shiqin had them continue standing at attention.

The sun was still scorching.

Qiao Muyan looked at the tall man in a military uniform with undisguised fervor in her gaze.

She hoped Song Shiqin would turn around and glance at her more, but he did not.

In the distance, several reporters with cameras roamed among the students, taking pictures.

The principal and teachers did not intervene.

These were well-known newspaper journalists who came every year to cover the military training of college students.

In the previous years, several girls had become the hottest internet celebrities due to the journalists’ cameras, gaining millions of fans overnight.

"Military Training Goddess," "Bare-faced Goddess," "School Goddess;" these were their labels.

Seeing the journalists come to take photos, everyone spiritedly maintained their best form.

Who knows, perhaps the next social media sensation would be amongst them!

Who could tell with these things?

"Atten-hut! Stand at attention! At ease! Right turn! Run—march!"

In their minds, everyone howled in anguish.

This instructor must be doing this on purpose!

Didn’t he see the reporters taking photos? Now that everyone had started running, how were they supposed to pose for pictures?

Though reluctant and resentful, everyone still ran out.

Song Shiqin also ran alongside the group, chanting the cadence, "121, 121, 1234!"

"1234!" The crowd shouted out, as if venting their frustration, thunderous and earth-shaking, screaming until their voices broke and successfully drawing the attention of everyone present.

Everyone silently sympathized with this class.

The reporters’ cameras quickly snapped a few pictures in that direction.

This kind of training was nothing to Chu Jin, but for some, it was akin to purgatory.

The boy running beside Chu Jin turned pale as a sheet, his lips also white, his body already weakened, and suddenly his vision darkened and he pitched forward.

Chu Jin’s pupils contracted and she reached out to catch him. The nearly six-foot-tall boy collapsed onto her.

The sudden turn of events caught everyone off-guard, eliciting a cry of surprise; they didn’t know what to do, and for a moment, nobody thought to help Chu Jin support the boy.

"What’s going on?" Song Shiqin’s voice came from behind.

"Instructor, someone has fainted over here." The crowd immediately cleared a path for Song Shiqin.

Chu Jin swiftly laid the boy flat on the ground, took out the Golden Needle from her pocket, and sealed his major acupoints.

Her movements were smooth and fluid, almost as if infused with the elegance of martial arts.

Under the sunlight, the Golden Needle glittered with a dazzling light. The students, who had not expected her to perform such an action, inhaled sharply, their eyes wide open in shock and amazement.

Acupuncture.

It was a scene that in the past, they could only witness on television; today, it unfolded live before them, and the person in action was their very own classmate!

Who would believe, without seeing with their own eyes, that such a delicate girl could possess such skill!

Song Shiqin simply watched her and did not intervene; from his angle, he could see the exposed pale skin of her neck and the softness hidden beneath her collar.

His eyes darkened unintentionally, heating up so much that Song Shiqin quickly looked away.

"Do not gaze upon what is improper."

As the incident unfolded, a reporter quickly ran over and captured everything with his camera.

The reporter had become completely captivated by Chu Jin’s beauty.

He had only one thought in mind.

That was, this girl was going to become famous!

Despite being able to rely on her looks alone to get by, she chose the path of genuine talent, and moreover, it was the nearly extinct ancient Chinese medicine from China mainland.

This girl was not ordinary.

Qiao Muyan watched Chu Jin with dissatisfaction.

She regretted not having her family hire a teacher to instruct her in the art of ancient medicine when she was a child.

Otherwise, the person gaining all the attention today would have been her, not Chu Jin!

When Qiao Muyan saw that Song Shiqin’s gaze was not fixed on Chu Jin, her irritation slowly subsided.

After the needlework was done, the color returned considerably to the boy’s face.

Chu Jin then took out a black pill from her pocket and fed it to him.

Only after swallowing the pill did the boy slowly open his eyes.

Chu Jin then stood up and turned to two boys nearby, saying, "You two, help him over there to rest a bit." At this moment, she was no longer the 18-year-old girl she seemed to be; she radiated the exclusive authority of a superior, instinctively compelling obedience.

Quite imposing.

The two boys stood up straight and helped the boy off the ground, nearly forgetting the existence of Song Shiqin, they supported the boy and headed towards the resting area.

Chu Jin then turned her gaze to the reporter and slowly extended her hand, saying softly, "Give me the camera."

Though her tone was extremely soft, it carried an intimidating force that made the seasoned reporter shudder involuntarily as he handed over the camera with trembling hands.

Chu Jin took the camera, pressed a few buttons at random, quickly returned it to the reporter, and looked up at him earnestly, "I have a ’no-photos’ condition, so stop taking pictures of me."

Seeing the deleted photos, the reporter wanted to cry but had no tears and asked, "Really, I can’t take pictures?"

Even the students around felt a great pity; the photos were very beautiful, taken from excellent angles with no dead spots, as if they had been carefully retouched.

But Chu Jin had deleted every single one.

"Really..." Chu Jin shook a finger, "No photos."

In the sunlight, her slender finger looked almost translucent, and her expression was equally serious.

The reporter, still not giving up, continued, "Our photos have a very high exposure rate. If these were put online, you would definitely shoot to fame."

"I don’t want to be famous," Chu Jin replied flatly.

If she had wanted fame, why would she have waited until now?

The reporter was stunned, for the first time hearing someone declare they did not want fame!

While others were trying everything to become famous, this girl, presented with the opportunity to do so, firmly rejected it!

Could this girl be speaking in irony?

As the young reporter hesitated, a voice sounded in the air.

"If I see even the slightest news about her on a phone tomorrow, you know the consequences." When he got to the last two words, Song Shiqin grabbed the reporter’s collar in one fell swoop as if he was an eagle snatching a chick.

All the students’ attention was drawn to Song Shiqin.

His action was extremely domineering, giving off the vibe of a tyrannical military officer.

Compared to the stupefied students present, he was more than a hundred times cooler!

The girls’ eyes turned into peach hearts.

"Instructor Song is so loving."

"Damn, damn, damn! Too handsome!"

Forgetting their fatigue and Song Shiqin’s brutal methods, the girls gazed at him like fangirls.

Admiration nearing worship glinted in the eyes of the boys.

When could they also become a charming man like Instructor Song!

Qiao Muyan was on the verge of snapping her own fingers out of spite. That Chu Jin, how exactly did she manage to catch Song Shiqin’s eye with some tricks! So shameless! She already has two men, and now she’s thinking about seducing Song Shiqin!

The person who should be the center of everyone’s attention was supposed to be herself.

The reporter peed his pants out of fright.

He was somewhat familiar with Song Shiqin and knew there were no benefits in offending him. With trembling hands, he took out his phone from his pocket, and under Song Shiqin’s threatening gaze, deleted the last few photos.

"Commander, really, they’re all gone," he pleaded, his face crying for mercy.

Song Shiqin then let go of his collar and said with a cold voice, "Scram."

The reporter stumbled a few steps and hastily ran off!

He wondered, just who was that girl! She actually received such protection from Song Shiqin!

Was she Song Shiqin’s sister? A relative?

No sooner had the reporter turned around than Song Shiqin resumed his stern instructor façade, without sparing Chu Jin another glance. Standing erect, he ordered the group emotionlessly, "Everyone at ease! Attention!"

"Left turn—dress!"

"Eyes front—look!"

"Start running—move!"

"Assemble on the spot."

Moving in unison, everyone started running forward.

Song Shiqin looked at the crowd and announced five words, "Rest in place for ten minutes."

His voice sounded like sweet music from the heavens.

Upon hearing this, everyone let out a satisfied sigh of relief and, without minding the dirty ground, sat down right where they were.

"Actually, our instructor is quite handsome."

"He’s always been handsome, it would be nice if he were a bit gentler."

And a few whispered voices, "What do you think is the relationship between Instructor Song and Chu Jin? Could they be a couple?"

"I don’t think so, it doesn’t look like they know each other from the way they interact."

"Instructor Song was really cool just now!"

Others with wild imaginations said, "Could it be that Instructor Song has taken a liking to Chu Jin?"

"I think it’s possible."

"Actually, I think they make a good match..."

Wherever there were girls, there was gossip. They chatted joyfully, completely unaware that Song Shiqin had walked right past them. Strangely enough, Song Shiqin didn’t stop them; instead, his lips very rarely turned up a fraction.

Qiao Muyan walked over with a cold face and said in a low voice, "What nonsense are you all talking about here! Chu Jin already has a boyfriend! Besides, how could Instructor Song possibly fancy this kind of woman! If you continue spouting nonsense, be careful of your own mouths!"

Chu Jin not only had a boyfriend but was also kept by another man; how could such a woman be worthy of Song Shiqin?

The group of girls all knew Qiao Muyan and were aware of the Qiao family’s status in Capital City, so they stopped talking immediately!

Might makes right!