Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 596 - 597, whose tractor is this?

Chapter 596: 597, whose tractor is this?

Zhao Yiling was no longer the Zhao Yiling of that time.

She had made enough preparations to deal with Chu Jin, and in her hand, she held two trump cards.

Two trump cards sufficient to plunge Chu Jin into the abyss of hell.

Zhao Yiling not only wanted to take everything that belonged to Chu Jin, but she also wanted to let her experience the torment of complete disfigurement, of being skinned and deboned.

Zhao Yiling wanted everyone to know that no matter in which world, she could live a prosperous life.

She was destined to be the one in the limelight.

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Chu Jin wandered under the night sky, moving forward aimlessly. Her grand revenge plan was already half completed. Now, only Shen Lingtian remained. The plan was still in progress, and the day when Shen Lingtian would be utterly disgraced was not far away.

However, she felt no relief, nor did she feel the slightest sense of satisfaction from avenging her great enemies.

She came for revenge, and now that she had fulfilled her past life’s wish, her life seemed to lose its meaning.

What should she do next?

Where to go?

What was left in her life?

Initially, she was Qin Jie.

In the end, Qin Jie died, and she became Chu Jin.

Chu Jin.

She gained a lot under this identity.

Kinship, love, friendship, and camaraderie from schoolmates.

Plus an alias: a Tarot master.

But did these things truly belong to her?

If one day she lost this body, then who would she be?

A wave of sorrow spread throughout her body.

...

"Jin bro," sensing the change in her host’s mood, Zi spoke up anxiously.

Actually, Zi wanted to say that there were many beautiful people and things in this world.

But this was her host’s inner tribulation, which she had to face on her own.

A thought of life, a thought of death.

A thread of demon, a thread of Buddha.

Life or death, Buddha or demon, it all depended on her single thought.

Of course, what she faced was not just these.

"I’m fine," Chu Jin said faintly as she watched Lu Yan limp away. Her features were clean-cut, and her expression was as usual.

Zi continued, "Jin bro, tomorrow is short, don’t think too much." Tomorrow is short, one should cherish life because only one day in the future you will realize, every minute you wasted when you were young is what you’ll long for in your later years.

"Mm." Chu Jin’s lips pursed, and her jade-like features hidden in the night seemed somewhat hazy.

There was no moon or stars in the sky.

The night was profoundly heavy.

Only the faint glow of street lamps allowed her to see the surroundings clearly.

Chu Jin walked step by step, her pace seemingly slow yet each step carried the wind.

Unknowingly, she stopped at the entrance of a mausoleum.

Wind Mausoleum.

The cemetery at night was silent; not a soul was around, with occasional inexplicable noises.

Wind Mausoleum was where she was buried.

In that man-made blaze, the only remains of her skeleton were buried here.

Since her rebirth, this was the first time she had set foot in this place.

She walked forward slowly, a breeze rising, lifting her ebony hair that shone attractively, intermingling in the air, the collision of black and white, strikingly beautiful to the beholder.

Upon entering the cemetery, from a distance, Chu Jin saw a tall figure standing in front of a tombstone.

Chu Jin halted her steps, lifting her gaze toward the figure, several graves separating them, a distance of possibly seven or eight hundred meters.

By the shape of the silhouette, it was clear to see it was a man, a mysterious man.

Even though it was the hot summer season, he wore a knee-length black coat, black boots on his feet, and a black hat pressed down on his head, concealing his features, leaving only a slender jawline and a slightly protruding Adam’s apple visible.

A chilling aura emanated from his entire being.

It was intimidating, leaving others reluctant to approach.

Even though she couldn’t see the man’s features clearly, Chu Jin subconsciously felt he was very familiar.

Behind him was a woman dressed in blue, with a tall figure. Her features weren’t too striking, but she possessed a pure and clean temperament that was particularly captivating.

Just one glance was enough to tell that neither the man nor the woman was ordinary.

There they stood in front of the tombstone, neither speaking a word. After a moment, the man reached out to take a bunch of fresh flowers the woman handed him, placing them in front of the tombstone, then he bowed deeply.

It was a bunch of glorious peonies, blooming under the night sky, their beauty as striking as the king of flowers.

In a previous life, peonies were her favorites.

Lotuses signified nobility.

Plum blossoms, strong character.

Orchids, virtue.

Chrysanthemums, purity.

But she loved only peonies, for their true national beauty, for their furious bloom. Peonies needed no fancy words to enchant, they could captivate on sight alone.

People said peonies were too common.

But it was their very commonality she fell in love with, for only the common is real. Only the common can outshine all others, becoming the king among flowers.

Yet, few knew of her affection for peonies. Even her close friends, whom she saw daily, were never aware. How did this stranger of a man know?

She did not recognize the two people before her, never having met them before.

Chu Jin furrowed her brows slightly, watching the two figures by the grave, her mind swirling with thoughts. In her past life, she had been a literary master, accumulating quite a few fans. Could these two be among her fans?

But they didn’t look the part.

Who were they... really?

Chu Jin stood there from afar, and despite the long distance between them, she could still feel the sorrow emanating from the man.

Powerlessness, regret, repression...

"Xuanyuan, it’s getting late," the blue-dressed woman behind the man mentioned with a smooth tone, much calmer than the man’s emotional state.

Indeed, the two were Ling Que and Xuanyuan Shangchen.

Since the day Ling Que laid their cards on the table, their relationship hadn’t changed much. They interacted as before, with Xuanyuan Shangchen’s heart harboring only that one person, while Ling Que still loved only him.

Yet Xuanyuan Shangchen was blind to it.

"You go back first," Xuanyuan Shangchen spoke, his voice somewhat muffled and hoarse.

Two voices, one male, one female.

They reached Chu Jin’s ears, sounding so unfamiliar. She was certain she didn’t recognize either of them.

"I’ll stay with you," Ling Que spoke softly, uttering merely three words.

In this life, she ultimately succumbed to the two words "Jun Huang".

Xuanyuan Shangchen loved to the point of obsession, succumbing to his affliction.

And she, couldn’t she be described the same, sinking into the mire, unable to extricate herself?

If possible, she would rather go back and never have come at all.

Chu Jin’s ears twitched, capturing each word of their conversation, which sounded as though they knew her from before. But she had never met them before, and deep within her mind, a flicker of memory seemed forgotten.

"Zi, who are they?" Chu Jin asked in a muted voice, communicating with Zi in the space of the purple lightning using her consciousness.

For some reason, Chu Jin was reminded of the system’s warning.

The backlash of the Heavenly Dao.

Plus the words of Zhang Linzi and Qin Qingcheng.

She is someone abandoned by the Heavenly Dao.

Do these things have anything to do with the two people before her?

"Sorry, big brother Jin," Zi frowned slightly, then continued, "I can’t figure out who they really are either."

The big BOSSes of human society seemed to be growing in number.

For the first time, Zi felt her own insignificance.

"However, one thing is certain, they bear no ill will towards you, and they’re not bad people, so don’t worry." The only thing he, as a man, could determine was that these two individuals were not bad people.

Chu Jin narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the tall, straight silhouette not far away, seeing no particular emotion in her clear, bottomless peach blossom-like pupils.

"Wait for me." Standing beneath the night sky, the man’s gaze was fixedly on the gravestone ahead, his eyes lingered on the faded photograph.

The person in the photo still wore a smile, and a small red birthmark above the left eyebrow added a touch of brightness to their otherwise plain face.

Then the man, as though he had made some sort of decision, bowed deeply to the cold gravestone.

The man’s departing figure carried a hint of hermit-like loneliness.

The wind seemed to grow stronger, swirling the scattered leaves on the ground; the leaves and the breeze entangled in midair, refusing to fall.

It was unclear whether it was the breeze that was indifferent or the leaves that were unfeeling.

Chu Jin could only feel her vision blurring, an inexplicable sadness overwhelming her entire body.

In the instant the man turned to leave, the blue-robed woman who had been following behind him suddenly looked up, glancing in Chu Jin’s direction, her lips curving into a clear arc of a smile.

Trouble was coming.

The four characters flashed across Chu Jin’s mind.

Clearly, the blue-robed woman had noticed her presence a long time ago.

Chu Jin slightly raised her chin, meeting the blue-robed woman’s almost provocative gaze head-on, unflinching, radiating a ruler’s dominance.

The blue-robed woman seemed taken aback for a few seconds, but quickly averted her gaze and hurried to catch up with the man’s steps.

Chu Jin became even more curious about the identities of these two people.

As their figures receded further and further into the night until they vanished, Chu Jin began to walk toward the grave.

Stopping in front of her own grave, her white dress had merged with the colors of the night.

Visiting her own grave,

It was something she had never contemplated before.

A sense of sourness slowly permeated her emotions.

How ironic.

Looking at the plain face on the gravestone, her lips curled into a faint smile.

It was a shallow smile, tinged with a light mockery.

The mocking faded slowly, and a layer of dangerous coldness crept into her clear-cut eyes.

The red birthmark on the left side of her brow, under the veil of the night, displayed endless charm.

With closer observation, one would find that the position of the red birthmark on Chu Jin’s eyebrow was identical to the one on the person in the photo, not a hair’s breadth different.

By the time Chu Jin left, it was already the middle of the night.

She wandered alone leisurely along the streets.

With the night at its deepest, besides a few drunk ruffians, the streets were nearly empty.

With her beautiful appearance, she naturally attracted the lecherous gazes of the ruffians, but not a single one dared to truly approach her.

As she passed a barbecue stall, Chu Jin bought three cans of chilled beer.

For some reason, she suddenly really wanted to drink.

Not stopping until drunk.

Liquor dispels a thousand sorrows.

With an ice-cold beer sliding down her throat, Chu Jin felt an exceptional coolness and comfort as she walked and drank.

In both her past and present life, she was never a person fond of alcohol, particularly sensitive to it. Therefore, with a can of beer in her belly, a rosy flush quietly crept up her jade-like face, and her steps became a bit unsteady.

Several ruffian-looking youths were closely following behind her. Beautiful women were rare to come by, and beautiful, drunk women were even rarer.

They were all waiting for an opportunity.

Like hungry wolves, they thirstily eyed the girl before them.

It was at this moment.

’Swoosh,’ a black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the girl in white.

By then, Chu Jin had already downed two cans of beer. For someone not used to drinking, finishing off two cans meant she was at her limit, unsteady as if she were walking on cotton.

Chu Jin casually tossed the empty beer bottle, kicked at the obstacle in her path, and complained unhappily, "Driving a tractor and you dare to drag race! Don’t you know this is a sidewalk?" A drunk person makes no sense at all.

The ’tractor’s’ owner leaned out of the car, his face stern as he looked at Chu Jin. His tone was icy as he spoke, "Why have you been drinking, huh?"

At that moment, she didn’t recognize who the man before her was, irritated that some son of a bitch was so blind to drive a tractor onto the sidewalk!

She almost got hit!

"This tractor is yours?" Chu Jin lifted her foot again and kicked at the Rolls-Royce’s door, leaving two footprints on the brand-new door panel.

Mr. Mo looked at her, going along with her seriously, "It’s mine. What do you want to do about it?"

"I..." Before she could finish her sentence, Chu Jin belched, and a strong scent of alcohol sprayed onto the face of the man opposite her, "Forget it, I’m in a good mood today, too lazy to bother with you. But remember, next time don’t you dare race your tractor like that, it’s too dangerous..."

Next to them, the Rolls-Royce: Bao Bao feels wronged, but Bao Bao won’t say.

A drunk person, not only lacks any logic but also talks a lot.

Chu Jin was continuously lecturing the irresponsible tractor owner, when suddenly the man snatched the beer bottle from her hand and sighed, "Do you even remember who I am?"

Chu Jin shook her head, gazing at the man before her, trying hard to recall, "Eh, why do you look so familiar? Do we know each other? Who are you..." Chu Jin tilted her head, her delicate peach blossom eyes sparkling in the night, captivating; in her eyes, his figure was reflected, causing the man a momentary daze.

"Ah!" Chu Jin pointed at him, suddenly laughed, "I remember now, you look like my dad!"

The girl, laughing suddenly began to cry, hugging the man before her tightly, "Dad, I’ve missed you so much..."

Mr. Mo: "..." He really had provoked an ancestor!

After crying for a while, the girl suddenly let go of him and wiped her eyes, "No, that’s wrong, you’re not my dad!"

Mr. Mo’s eyebrows relaxed.

Good, the ancestor had finally sobered up. No matter what, it was impossible for such a young man to resemble her father!

Just as Mr. Mo’s eyebrows relaxed, Chu Jin continued, "My dad would never drive such a low tractor!" Her tone was full of disdain.

Mr. Mo: "..." The drunk girl was completely different from her usual self, her face slightly red, revealing a naive yet lively charm that was absolutely stunning.

Mr. Mo looked at her, pretending to be mysterious, "Want to know who I am?"

"Yes." The girl, like a curious Bao Bao, nodded eagerly.

"Then kiss me." Mr. Mo’s expression remained unchanged, his god-sculpted exquisite features shone under the streetlight, his thin lips curled up slightly. Even Chu Jin, in her drunken state, couldn’t resist the allure of his overwhelming beauty.

...

"How can you go back on your words!" The girl kicked him hard, "No respect for the elderly!"

The kick was powerful, and Mr. Mo grunted from the force of the blow.

Mr. Mo maintained his composure, chanting silently to himself three times, "This is my own fiancée, just spoil her, spoil her."

"Never mind, don’t tell me. I don’t even care to know." Chu Jin bypassed Mr. Mo, staggering forward.

Mr. Mo quickly caught up, grabbed her wrist, and with a forceful pull, he drew her into his embrace. Gazing into those enchanting peach blossom eyes, he said emphatically, "I am your fiancé!"

"Pfft!"

The girl laughed outright, pointing at Mr. Mo, "You’re lying, I don’t have a fiancé as old as you."