Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 598 - 599, drunk

Chapter 598: 599, drunk

"Move it!" Chu Jin pushed against his forehead with her hand, looking very disgusted. "You stink to death!"

Mr. Mo’s actions paused for a moment as he looked up, somewhat shocked.

He stank!?

Unbelievable, it was the first time someone had said he smelled bad!

Taking advantage of this gap, Chu Jin slipped out from under him like a nimble, bewitching fish.

"I stink?" Mr. Mo leaned in.

"Very much," said Chu Jin, her eyebrows slightly raised and her expression serious.

Seeing her so earnest, Mr. Mo almost started to doubt himself. He looked down and sniffed, and only when he was certain there was no unusual smell on him did he relax.

How could a person with severe mysophobia tolerate any strange odors on himself?

"Pfft!" Seeing him so tense, Chu Jin couldn’t help but laugh out loud. "Just kidding. I’m going to take a shower."

With that, she darted into the bathroom.

She was now fully awake and somewhat unable to tolerate the pungent smell of alcohol on herself.

Chu Jin went into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with water, added a few drops of essential oil, and then lay down in it with her bare feet sticking out.

It was then that Chu Jin realized an important problem.

She hadn’t brought any change of clothes with her into the bathroom.

Having no other choice, Chu Jin yelled out, "Mo Zhixuan, bring me some clothes."

Mr. Mo, with a slightly raised eyebrow, took a white shirt from the wardrobe and knocked on the bathroom door, speaking in a deep tone, "Wear mine for now. I’ll have someone bring you new clothes tomorrow morning."

Chu Jin cracked the bathroom door open just a sliver, stretching out her fair and slender arm, "Where’s the shirt?"

Mr. Mo looked somewhat speechlessly at that glaringly white arm, a faint smile appearing on his lips. The little girl was guarding against him as if he were a thief.

After changing into the shirt, Chu Jin came out to find no sign of Mr. Mo in the room. She didn’t give it much thought; after being up almost all night, all she wanted was to sleep well.

The room maintained a constant temperature for all seasons. Chu Jin climbed into bed, covered herself with the blanket, and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning.

As soon as Chu Jin opened her eyes, she saw Mo Zhixuan’s distinctive face. Chu Jin froze for a few seconds, then quickly came to her senses, rubbing her temples with a bit of a headache. Last night... She seemed to have drunk too much.

The hangover didn’t feel good at all.

Her head was a bit dizzy, and it hurt a bit.

Alcohol was indeed not a good thing.

"Good morning, Jin," came a deep voice from above her head.

"Morning," Chu Jin said groggily, yawning, "What time is it?"

"Just past nine, you can still sleep a bit more," Mr. Mo’s voice sounded somewhat lazy.

It was full of security, the only time she could let down her guard and sleep peacefully.

Because all the storms were blocked by the man in front of her.

Downstairs, someone was already busy in the kitchen. Zuo Lingxiang hummed an English song as she bustled about.

Two servings of sandwiches were already on the table.

Mr. Mo strolled into the kitchen nonchalantly. Upon seeing the figure in the kitchen, he furrowed his brows slightly. Mr. Mo usually didn’t pay much attention to people who didn’t matter, and at this moment, he had already forgotten who Zuo Lingxiang was, simply assuming she was a maid in the villa.

"Good morning, sir," greeted Zuo Lingxiang, flashing a textbook smile. She wore exquisite makeup and had on a flattering dress. Being short, she had deliberately chosen a pair of high heels to compensate for her lack of height.

Although she was frying eggs, she wasn’t wearing an apron.

Overall, she didn’t seem like a maid.

Mo Zhixuan frowned subtly, nodding slightly as a response.

Mr. Cool, indeed.

Like an iceberg.

Zuo Lingxiang thought to herself subconsciously.

At the same time, she couldn’t help but marvel at Mo Zhixuan’s breathtakingly handsome features, which she thought surpassed even those of movie stars and popular young idols.

No one is perfect, and although Mr. Mo had stunning looks, his personality was cold as ice. Such a person probably had no heart, she figured, and was likely just toying with Chu Jin.

Luckily, she was self-aware. She didn’t covet Mr. Mo’s person but his wealth.

Even if she couldn’t get his wealth, to sleep with him just once was a win for her.

"Sir, my mother isn’t feeling well today, so she had me prepare the breakfast. I’ve grilled a steak and fried some eggs; it will be ready in a moment." Seeing the puzzled look on Mo Zhixuan’s face, Zuo Lingxiang continued, "Sir, Aunt Zhang is my mother."

By the look on his face, he seemed to have mistaken her for a maid!

She was no maid; she was a graduate from a prestigious university.

Just by looking at Jin, you could tell she wasn’t university material, nothing but a vase.

She couldn’t fathom what he saw in Jin!

If Chu Jin was stripped of her ’wealthy heiress’ label, she would be nothing.

Aunt Zhang wasn’t unwell but had drunk water laced with sleeping pills, and that’s why she was still asleep—her mother, poor in both wealth and ambition, was not only unsupportive but positively a hindrance. Had she been awake, she would surely have spoiled her plans.

With that reminder from Zuo Lingxiang, Mo Zhixuan recalled that Aunt Zhang had been with the villa for many years. Aunt Zhang, being a loyal and straightforward person with no hidden agenda, had earned his trust, which was why he had so easily forgiven Zuo Lingxiang for the incident before.

"You’re not needed here," Mo Zhixuan spoke slowly, his voice deep and magnetizing, "Go on out, take advantage of the holiday, and take Aunt Zhang out for a stroll."

Zuo Lingxiang hesitated as she watched Mo Zhixuan, "Sir, the eggs will be ready soon..."

It wasn’t just the eggs; she had prepared a delicate steak, made sandwiches by hand, and boiled milk.

Her purpose was to make Mo Zhixuan take a second look at her.

Because Zuo Lingxiang knew that a wealthy young lady like Chu Jin would definitely not cook.

Although she didn’t match Chu Jin in looks, she was ten times more skilled in other areas. She spoke several languages, was talented and knowledgeable, a thousand times stronger than Chu Jin, who was like a canary locked in a cage.

Zuo Lingxiang experienced a very strange sensation when it came to Chu Jin.

Part envy, part disdain.

"I said, go out," Mo Zhixuan coldly repeated.

"But..." Zuo Lingxiang said with difficulty, "the eggs..."

"Out!" His two words were icy, chilling to the bone. Mo Zhixuan, accustomed to high office, had an imposing presence that others found irresistible. He usually kept it in check and was barely noticed, but now, with his aura fully unleashed, he was like an emperor who looked down upon the world, and Zuo Lingxiang simply couldn’t withstand it.

Zuo Lingxiang broke out in a cold sweat, forgetting about the eggs as her legs trembled, nearly fleeing the room, not daring to look directly at Mo Zhixuan.

Too terrifying!

Sir was truly terrifying.

At the same time, he exuded a fatal allure, making her unable to resist the urge to approach him, to conquer, to possess.

How could someone like Chu Jin be worthy of such an outstanding man?

As Zuo Lingxiang left, Mo Zhixuan’s expression softened. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal muscular forearms, moved to the stove, and packed up the steak, sandwiches, and everything into a lunchbox; then he cleaned the pots and pans and started anew making porridge, kneading flour, and frying pancakes.

Jin didn’t like Western breakfasts.

Jin liked the breakfasts he made with his own hands.

They say a great man should stay away from the kitchen.

He used to think the same.

A man should be born unto the battlefield, to protect his home and country. What kind of man deals with kitchen affairs, like a woman? Was that even considered being a man?

But now, he felt that a true great man should be capable on the battlefield and in the kitchen.

For his wife, nothing was too much trouble, nothing he wouldn’t do.

Zuo Lingxiang stood outside the door, almost grinding her teeth in frustration. Sir had rejected her breakfast! She was also incredibly shocked—Sir was actually cooking himself!

And he did it with such style, so captivating.

An ordinary man in the kitchen would surely look effeminate, but although in the kitchen, Sir had the air of a sovereign directing his territory.

So much for gentlemen staying away from the stove.

Probably just some nonsense made up by flawed people.

In a moment, Zuo Lingxiang’s gaze grew even more infatuated.

Before long, the aroma of porridge wafted from the kitchen.

Carrying the packed lunchbox, Mo Zhixuan walked outside, spotting Zuo Lingxiang still lingering, he said with slight annoyance, "Why haven’t you left yet?"

Zuo Lingxiang paused, then replied, "I stayed to see if Sir needed any help."

"There’s nothing for you to help with here. Go keep Aunt Zhang company," Mo Zhixuan said, continuing towards the door.