Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 578 - 579 (first update)

Chapter 578: 579 (first update)

Chu Jin couldn’t help but quicken her steps.

Thirty days is neither long nor short, but Chu Jin even felt that Mr. Mo seemed to have become even more handsome.

Is it really true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder?

Even in an ordinary Volkswagen, Mr. Mo managed to make it feel like a luxury edition of an expensive car.

As soon as she got into the car, Chu Jin leaned over and gave Mr. Mo a big hug; the familiar scent of tobacco enveloped her, and she greedily inhaled, "When did you get here?"

Looking at him, he seemed to have waited for quite a while. It was tough on him; he didn’t even know when her class ended and just waited foolishly.

"Just arrived not long ago," Mo Zhixuan wrapped his arm around her waist, the corners of his mouth curling up into a faint smile, warmth glowing in his deep, phoenix eyes.

The girl he had been yearning for was finally throwing herself into his arms, and the sensation was simply wonderful.

Qiao Muyan hid behind a tree, watching Chu Jin enter the Volkswagen.

That’s right.

It was still that very ordinary Volkswagen. The windows were closed, so it was impossible to see the man’s face clearly, but according to what Chu Tian said, Chu Jin’s fiancé was no ordinary person. How could someone like that be driving an unremarkable Volkswagen?

Chu Jin really was a flirt!

So shameless.

Already engaged, yet getting into another man’s car.

Qiao Muyan sent the photos she had captured to Liu Meng Haoran.

This time, she was determined to ruin Chu Jin’s reputation.

Someone like her didn’t deserve to have love.

This kind of person should be scorned by the whole school.

She didn’t know what Song Shiqin saw in her, but she would definitely show him her true colors this time.

Meanwhile, inside the car.

Looking at the swiftly passing scenery outside the window, Chu Jin turned her head and asked, "Where are we going?"

Clearly, this was not the way to the villa.

Mo Zhixuan’s lips curved slightly as he slowly said two words, "We’re going home."

It was a simple phrase of four words, yet it sent a warm current slowly crossing Chu Jin’s heart.

Enchanting music lingered in the car.

Chu Jin lazily leaned against the back of the seat, closing her eyes to rest. Her long hair messily fell across her chest, framing her porcelain-white face with sharp contrasts; her crimson lips were pursed into a beautifully curved line, complementing her stunningly breathtaking features.

Her beauty was effortless, breathtaking, and awe-inspiring.

Mo Zhixuan glanced over, slightly spellbound.

"Bang!"

The consequence of his distraction was that the car’s front crashed directly into the roadside green belt.

Coming back to his senses, Mr. Mo quickly shifted his gaze and stepped on the brakes.

"Tss—"

The strong impact woke Chu Jin up from her slumber.

At that moment, Mr. Mo finally understood the true meaning of ’beauty is a dangerous distraction.’

She looked at Mr. Mo beside her in a daze, "What happened?" Her clear voice was a bit husky from just waking up, but it wasn’t unpleasant, quite the contrary—it was incredibly soothing.

Mr. Mo calmly glanced at her, unhurriedly unbuckling his seatbelt, and said, "It’s nothing, keep sleeping. I’ll go out and check."

Chu Jin squinted her eyes slightly, and only then did she notice that the Volkswagen had made an intimate contact with the green belt; smoke was billowing from the front of the car.

It seemed like the collision wasn’t light.

This was a very wide and smooth road.

There wasn’t much traffic either.

Even a bad female driver wouldn’t have an accident with her eyes closed here.

Mr. Mo was an experienced driver after all.

How could he have an accident on a road like this?

This is just too abnormal.

She pressed her temples with a speechless expression, and also unbuckled her seatbelt to get out of the car.

The green belt was knocked askew.

The front of the car was dented, and its parts were scattered all over the place.

The scene was "too gruesome to bear."

It was impossible for the car to drive away normally now.

Mo Zhixuan stood to the side making a phone call, his stature like a jade tree against the light, blurring his distinctive facial features. From Chu Jin’s angle, she could just make out the slightly protruding sexiness of his Adam’s apple, his exquisite jawline carved like a knife, and his thin, cold lips.

A king-like aura that couldn’t be ignored emanated from him.

Cold and compelling.

It made people subconsciously feel a sense of dread.

His cold and low voice continually carried in the wind, entering her ears with a sense of oppression, making it evident the pressure the person on the other end of the phone must be feeling.

Chu Jin stood by the car, watching his figure, as her red lips slightly curved into a smile.

After ending the call, Mo Zhixuan took long strides towards her and looked down slightly, asking, "Why did you get out?"

A large shadow came over her, blocking the harsh sunlight—an advantage of having a boyfriend with a tall stature.

Chu Jin gently lifted her gaze, her mouth forming a light smile, dimples faintly showing, eyes playfully clear, "I came to appreciate the driving skills of an experienced driver." As she finished speaking, Chu Jin said with a smile, "With such road conditions, you still managed to get the car into this state, Mr. Mo, you’re quite impressive."

Her enchanting peach-blossom eyes twinkled with a clear spirit.

Mr. Mo casually shifted his gaze away from her face, "Maybe it’s because I haven’t been sleeping well lately." His tone was natural, betraying no particular emotion.

"Hmm?" Chu Jin slightly raised an eyebrow, "Why haven’t you been sleeping well?"

Mr. Mo took her hand in his, gently stroking it as he looked down at her. The inkiness in his eyes deepened, and with a meaningful tone, he said, "Have you ever heard the saying?"

"What saying?" Chu Jin asked back, her beautiful eyes showing confusion.

Mr. Mo looked at her, his voice deep as he spoke, "A gentleman keeps his tools in hiding and makes his move when the time is right."

Chu Jin hadn’t let her thoughts wander elsewhere. To her, this was nothing more than a famous saying from the "I Ching," but what did this saying have to do with his sleep?

"Hmm?" Chu Jin hummed again, the pitch of her voice rising slightly.

Before long, a young man arrived at the scene, driving a flashy Maybach.

"BOSS." The young man respectfully handed over the keys to Mo Zhixuan. His eyes briefly met Chu Jin’s, and he paused, astonishment flashing through, before quickly bowing his head again.

His mind was a storm of emotions.

All these years.

This was the first time he saw a woman by the BOSS’s side, and such a beautiful one at that.

The perennial bachelor had finally seen the light.

This... is this the Boss’s wife?

She looked to be quite young.

The BOSS is going for someone younger!

Indeed, old men all like young girls.

Probably because young girls are easier to deceive.

Spring has finally arrived for the BOSS, does that mean they’ll have easier days ahead?

Does this mean they won’t have to face the BOSS’s cold face anymore?

This is an assistant with quite an active imagination.

He even wondered secretly whether the BOSS might give him a raise.

From his lofty position, Mo Zhixuan glanced down at his assistant, his tone cold, "You stay to deal with the scene."

In front of others, he always had the same icy expression.

The assistant instinctively straightened up, "Yes." Even though it wasn’t his first day with the BOSS, the assistant still felt a little breathless every time he faced him.

Mo Zhixuan, holding Chu Jin, walked towards the Maybach. Just as he opened the passenger door, Chu Jin didn’t sit down but instead stretched out her hand towards him, "Give me the keys."

Mr. Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, "What’s wrong?"

"I’ll drive." Chu Jin directly snatched the keys from his hand, pushed him into the car, and closed the door in one swift series of actions.

The assistant watched, dumbfounded.

Boss’s wife is quite bold, huh.

The scariest part is, the Boss actually cooperated the whole time.

That’s just too abnormal.

Not the Boss’s style at all.

Looks like there’s a cure for every ailment.

The iceberg Boss has met his nemesis.

After stuffing the person into the passenger seat, Chu Jin circled to the driver’s side, started the engine, and drove off, with the Maybach quickly disappearing from view.

The assistant silently retracted his gaze, feeling as if his entire worldview had been refreshed, and upon glancing back at the black car that had become intimately acquainted with the greenery, couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Good Lord, I’ve seen a ghost!

A, a Volkswagen?

The president of Mo Group is actually driving a Volkswagen!?

What kind of situation is this? The assistant rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but the scene before him remained unchanged.

It’s really just an ordinary Volkswagen!

The Boss’s garage is full of luxury cars, but today, he’s actually going out in an ordinary Volkswagen!

And it’s a manual transmission at that!

I don’t quite understand the thought process of the rich.

Or is it that the Boss, in order to accommodate his wife, opted for a manual Volkswagen?

With Chu Jin driving, Mr. Mo enjoyed his leisure, sitting calmly in the passenger seat, half-squinting his phoenix eyes, with his peripheral vision filled with her figure.

People are most attractive when they’re concentrated on doing something.

Mr. Mo found that when she was serious, she looked vastly different from her usual self, especially captivating.

Before long,

The car entered Phoenix Manor and stopped in front of the Mo family’s old house.

Steward Uncle Wang had been standing at the entrance of the manor early to welcome them.

"Young Master Nine, Miss Chu."

"Uncle Wang," Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly.

"Hello, Uncle Wang," Chu Jin also spoke politely.

Uncle Wang said with a smile, "Miss Chu, you’ve finally come back. The old madam and Madam Tong have been talking about you for a long time; please come in with me quickly."

In the living room.

The old madam of the Mo family, Tong Zhi, Mo Qingyi, and Duanmu Zhe were all present.

"Jin, I’ve missed you to death." As soon as Chu Jin entered the house, she was embraced by Mo Qingyi.

Having not seen Mo Qingyi since school started, and after a session of military training, Mo Qingyi’s face was noticeably darker and firmer.

Chu Jin returned her hug, "I’ve missed you too."

As soon as she sat on the sofa,

Tong Zhi and the old madam came over to fuss over her.

"Jin, are you tired from the military training?"

"Look, you’ve lost weight! You need to drink more chicken soup tonight to replenish your strength."

"Jin, eat some grapes, these grapes were freshly picked by me from the farm this afternoon."

"Have some watermelon, it’s good for the skin."

"Jin, your skin is really nice, still so white, look at how dark Qingyi has become."

The deprecated Mo Qingyi: "..."

Mo Zhixuan, being the actual son, was completely ignored.

Chu Jin answered all the questions with a gentle smile, showing not the slightest impatience.

During dinner, Chu Jin found it hard to decline the hospitality and ended up eating two bowls of rice and three bowls of chicken soup...

She was too stuffed.

In the end, Chu Jin simply collapsed on the living room sofa, unwilling to move.

The Mo family’s elderly Madame Tong Zhi, Mo Qingyi, and Duanmu Zhe were playing a game of "Fight the Landlord" with four people.

Chu Jin was lazily leaning on the couch, acting as Mo Qingyi’s military advisor.

With Chu Jin as her military advisor, Mo Qingyi was unstoppable, plastering Duanmu Zhe’s face with sticky notes, and even Tong Zhi and the elderly Madame weren’t spared.

"It’s getting late, time to head upstairs and rest," uttered.

Mo Zhixuan came down from upstairs, hands in pockets, his hair slightly damp, presumably from a recent shower.

As Tong Zhi managed her cards, she said, "My dear nephew, what time do you think it is? Jin is finally on a break, let her have a little more fun."

Mo Zhixuan turned his gaze to Tong Zhi and spoke slowly, "Aunt Tong, studies have shown that people of a certain age should not overwork themselves, and they definitely shouldn’t stay up late, as it could accelerate aging."

He spoke earnestly, with such a serious expression that it would be hard for anyone not to believe him.

Tong Zhi quickly discarded her playing cards, "That’s it, no more playing, let’s all head to our rooms to sleep." She always took her looks seriously. No wonder she noticed a few new crow’s feet recently, probably from staying up late.

Mo Qingyi still wanted to play, "Don’t listen to my brother’s nonsense, Aunt Tong, let’s play a few more rounds."

"Let’s go to bed," the elderly Madame joined in, "It’s not good for young people to stay up late either, it causes acne."

Mo Qingyi backed down and went silent; recently, she not only got tanned but also broke out in lots of acne...

Her brother and mother combined were truly the originators of slyness.

A few words from them could pinpoint someone’s weakness.

Mr. Mo walked over to Chu Jin and extended his hand, "Let’s go," he said.

Chu Jin glanced at him but did not reach for his hand; she had eaten too much earlier and hadn’t gotten over it yet. Plus, she had eaten a banana to help with digestion, and now she really didn’t want to move at all.

Mr. Mo arched his handsome brows and half-knelt in front of her, "Get on, I’ll carry you upstairs."

Chu Jin was momentarily stunned before reacting; she didn’t play coy and climbed straight onto his back.

His back was wide, expansive, and gave a great sense of security.

Mr. Mo easily picked her up and made his way upstairs, his eyes soft, not feeling in the least that there was anything improper about this gesture.

Seeing this, everyone in the house was no longer surprised.

It seemed that all of Mo Zhixuan’s inhibitions went out the window when it came to Chu Jin.

To say nothing of carrying her upstairs, if Chu Jin asked for his heart,

he would not hesitate to carve it out and offer it with both hands.

Tong Zhi and the elderly Madame casually walked to the back hall, discussing whether they could schedule the couple’s wedding sooner and even decided on the color scheme for the future children’s room.

"Can we not be this lovey-dovey so late at night!" Mo Qingyi hugged a pillow and wailed.

"Jealous? Want to be in a relationship?" Duanmu Zhe teased, leaning in with a mischievous grin.

Mo Qingyi smacked him on the head with a pillow, "Psh, as if I’m envious of you!"

Duanmu Zhe was not the least bit bothered by Mo Qingyi’s attitude. Mimicking Mo Zhixuan, he half-knelt in front of Mo Qingyi and gestured to his back, "Come on, I can carry you, too."

Mo Qingyi noticed the black rubber band on his wrist and dimmed a bit. She carelessly stuffed the pillow on his back and nonchalantly said, "Who needs your carry? Narcissist."

After saying that, she hurried upstairs.

Mo Qingyi wasn’t interested in boys who already had someone in their hearts.

Nor did she care to fight over a boy with another girl.

Duanmu Zhe was really dedicated—able to wear a rubber band on his wrist for so long.

Probably for two or three years, right?

That girl must be something special.

If Duanmu Zhe’s heart belonged to someone, why would he bother with her? Or did he always think of her like a little sister, and she had misunderstood him all along?

Duanmu Zhe watched her retreating figure, a faint smile tracing his lips.

Mo Qingyi felt a mess inside; she took a bath and went straight to sleep after returning to her room.

The lights in the main bedroom on the second floor stayed on.

"Mr. Mo, older people shouldn’t overwork and certainly shouldn’t stay up late. You should go to sleep early too," Chu Jin said, adding force to her hands.

"So you actually have the heart to be this tough!"

Chu Jin spoke disbelievingly, "Your face, where is it?"

"Here it is," he said, pointing to his own face.