Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 602 - 603, The Person with a Story (First Update)

Chapter 602: 603, The Person with a Story (First Update)

A pear tree laden with blossoms bows over the begonia.

It is a seven-character quatrain composed by the literary figure of the Northern Song Dynasty, Su Shi, to mock his friend Zhang Xian for marrying an eighteen-year-old concubine at the age of eighty!

Was he that old?

Han Zixiu, infuriated, realized that Mo Zhixuan had deliberately used this verse to provoke him!

He had long known that beneath Mo Zhixuan’s icy demeanor hid a sordid heart.

Han Zixiu had known Mo Zhixuan for quite some time, one being water and the other fire, neither could stand the sight of the other.

Theoretically, a cold person like Mr. Mo shouldn’t be able to get into arguments with anyone.

Yet fate had it that he met Han Zixiu.

The two had known each other for many years and had squabbled for just as long, from the Superpower World to the secular world.

They quarrelled endlessly and with great zest.

"Mr. Mo, whom are you saying is a pear tree bowing over the begonia?" Han Zixiu clenched his teeth and whispered furiously.

If it weren’t for the sake of Ding Siyu and Chu Jin, he would have already fought eight hundred rounds with this scoundrel!

Although he wasn’t necessarily able to beat that jerk, Mo Zhixuan.

Compared to Han Zixiu’s contorted face, Mo Zhixuan was the picture of calm, nonchalantly uttering one word, "You."

When it comes to being sly.

Nobody really compares to Mr. Mo.

He hardly needed to use force to infuriate Han Zixiu to the brink of death.

After so many years, why was Mo Zhixuan still so despicable?

Han Zixiu, who had raised his fist, put it down again and mocked, "I bet my little sister doesn’t even know your real age yet. Tell me, would she still want to be with you if she knew?"

As a matter of fact, Mo Zhixuan was even older than himself, and he had the audacity to describe himself with ’a pear tree bowing over the begonia’, a verse that couldn’t be more fitting for Mo Zhixuan himself.

The ’little sister’, of course, refers to Chu Jin.

Since Mo Zhixuan had the nerve to call Ding Siyu ’older sister’, he could, of course, call Chu Jin ’little sister’.

Mo Zhixuan, looking down, twirled the ring on his finger and said in a deep voice, "Age isn’t a problem. What matters is that Jin has me in her heart. What about you? Does my elder sister have you in her heart?"

This question was truly a blow to the heart.

Ding Siyu and Han Zixiu had been married for three years, without any real progression between them, and Ding Siyu was still a virgin.

So frustrating! Infuriating!

Han Zixiu gritted his teeth, "That’s still better than you, cradle robber!"

Mo Zhixuan, ever unperturbed, glanced at him from head to toe and said provocatively, "Jin has me in her heart."

Han Zixiu had never seen someone so shameless, his face reddening with rage as he continued to accuse Mo Zhixuan.

"You have no shame! Seduction of an underage girl!"

"Jin has me in her heart."

"I got a marriage certificate with Yuer! We are legally married!"

"Jin has me in her heart."

"Mo Zhixuan, can’t you have some decency? You’re old enough to be a girl’s grandfather!"

"Jin has me in her heart."

"Mo Zhixuan, your girl calls my wife ’sister’, so from now on, I’m your brother-in-law!"

"Jin has me in her heart."

Han Zixiu: "..."

Fuck! Mo Zhixuan, I curse your ancestors for eight generations!

Mo Zhixuan is even more despicable than before!

Externally, Han Zixiu appeared composed, but he sighed quietly, thinking to himself that he must try harder to make his wife truly become his wife, or else Mo Zhixuan would certainly look down on him.

Given Mo Zhixuan’s fussy nature, if Ding Siyu didn’t harbor him in her heart, Mo Zhixuan would mention it incessantly for a lifetime.

Why did fate have to make him meet Mo Zhixuan?

The first round, Mo Zhixuan wins.

A crushing victory.

So, quite rarely, a smile formed on Mr. Mo’s face.

The feeling of beating Han Zixiu was very satisfying, refreshing both mind and spirit.

His Jin really made him proud.

Chu Jin and Ding Siyu walked over from the side and saw the smile on Mo Zhixuan’s face, Chu Jin asked with some confusion, "What are you guys talking about? You seem so happy."

"We’re discussing marital harmony," Mo Zhixuan said as he put an arm around Chu Jin’s shoulders, "I heard that Mr. Han has a special knack for winning a woman’s heart, so I specifically came to ask for some advice."

Is this an insinuation that he has a lot of women on the side?

Han Zixiu was nearly livid! That bastard Mo Zhixuan, how dare he smear his image in front of Yu’er! Wasn’t this stirring trouble between him and his wife?

Too wicked!

Really too wicked!

Han Zixiu didn’t have the guts to put an arm around Ding Siyu’s shoulder, so he sheepishly stuck his hands into his pockets and said lightly, "Far from it, when it comes to experience, I’m not even one ten-thousandth of Mr. Mo who has been married eighteen times, truly a man blessed with romance."

If he didn’t retort, Mo Zhixuan would really think he was easy to bully!

As the words fell, Han Zixiu showed a challenging smile towards Mo Zhixuan.

Already married eighteen times, and still chasing after girls as fresh as flowers and as lovely as jade. How shameless!

Mo Zhixuan chuckled lightly, then his gaze lowered tenderly towards Chu Jin, "That’s because fate hadn’t let me meet the right person, unlike Mr. Han, whose household flag stands tall while outside banners flutter, that’s the real definition of being blessed with romance."

Han Zixiu’s reputation with women was notorious, never lacking beauties by his side.

After all, he was a normal man, sometimes, he needed release.

But he had never truly loved those women, nor had there been any entanglements with them.

It was simply a matter of physical needs.

The one he loved was only Ding Siyu.

Regrettably, Ding Siyu was unwilling, and he didn’t have a place in her heart, so he couldn’t force himself on her.

Han Zixiu had strong desires, but he would never force a woman.

Unlike Mo Zhixuan, who was ascetic, like a monk, still a virgin to this very day!

The virgin joke.

It was something that had been used to mock Mo Zhixuan in the past.

He never expected he would fall for this joke himself today.

Mo Zhixuan, that petty man!

He was infuriating!

However, it had been quite some time since Han Zixiu had sought other women, during which he constantly stayed by Ding Siyu’s side, attempting to mend their relationship.

Just when he was about to succeed, just when he was about to win his beauty, Mo Zhixuan came out of nowhere and shattered all his hard work.

Mo Zhixuan was his nemesis!

At that moment, Han Zixiu hurriedly explained to Ding Siyu, "Yu’er, don’t listen to his nonsense, I only love you, I don’t have anyone else outside..."

Ding Siyu didn’t even look at him, her downcast eyes revealing no particular emotion.

Yet, the morning’s newspaper suddenly flashed before her eyes.

A separate section reported this week’s most explosive entertainment news.

The flamboyant, bright red headline read—Famous Pure Actress Qing Li’s Late-Night Rendezvous with Boss Han.

He was never without women by his side.

Ding Siyu knew this.

Similarly, Han Zixiu had never loved her. He only loved her body.

Once he grew tired of it, he would kick her to the curb.

Therefore, Ding Siyu had always been restraining herself.

Restraining herself from falling for him.

To be heartless.

Only in this way, she wouldn’t get hurt.

Han Zixiu really has boundless energy, playing games with Qing Li on one side, and yet coming to provoke her on the other.

With Qing Li being so beautiful, why hasn’t Han Zixiu married her?

But in front of others, Ding Siyu didn’t want to embarrass Han Zixiu, so she looked up and said with a superficial smile, "Mm, you don’t need to explain, I believe you."

"Do you really believe me?" Han Zixiu’s face was filled with excitement.

Ding Siyu’s expression was indifferent, and her beautiful eyes showed little emotion, "Mm."

"That’s great," Han Zixiu exclaimed excitedly as he hugged Ding Siyu.

Ding Siyu shrank her shoulders slightly, unaccustomed to the embrace.

Han Zixiu could feel her discomfort, but at that moment, he couldn’t let go of Ding Siyu, for if he just let go of her, that old fart Mo Zhixuan would surely laugh himself to death at him!

He couldn’t let Mo Zhixuan get the last laugh!

And so, the war between the two men began with a mere glance.

Underneath their seemingly calm gazes, they had already clashed hundreds of rounds.

Chu Jin could see the tension between them and raised her eyebrows slightly, saying, "Mr. Han, were you and Mo Zhixuan acquaintances before?"

Ding Siyu also looked at them curiously.

Guided by a woman’s intuition, Ding Siyu felt that these two men probably knew each other.

But the way they acted was very ambiguous, making it difficult to discern the truth.

With a light chuckle, Han Zixiu said with a disarming ease, "Mo Zhixuan is a household name in Capital City, I believe there are few people who don’t know him, right?"

His words carried a certain implication.

He neither directly denied nor acknowledged their acquaintance.

Mo Zhixuan slightly curled his lips, responding subtly, "Mr. Han is too kind."

"Heh," Han Zixiu continued with a laugh, "You’re too modest, Mr. Mo. Since you are my sister’s fiancé, it only makes sense to call me brother-in-law, doesn’t it? Calling me ’Mr.’ this and ’Mr.’ that, isn’t it too formal? Or is it that..."

Han Zixiu shifted his tone and continued, "you don’t have my sister in your heart at all?"

Hadn’t Mo Zhixuan just tried to stir up trouble between him and Yu’er? Now he was using Mo’s own tactics against him.

Regardless, in the end, the one to benefit would be him.

Isn’t Mo Zhixuan tough?

This tough guy still had to call him brother-in-law, right?

Upon hearing this, Ding Siyu looked incredulously at Han Zixiu. She hadn’t misheard, had she?

Han Zixiu actually referred to Chu Jin as his sister?

Concerned about Chu Jin, Mo Zhixuan couldn’t stay calm and immediately said, "Of course, Jin is in my heart!"

Han Zixiu, the little villain! How dare he sow discord!

Mo Zhixuan was provoked.

With a smug look, Han Zixiu said, "Since you have my sister in your heart, then call me brother-in-law and let’s hear it."

"Brother-in-law!" Mo Zhixuan enunciated every syllable, his voice so cold it almost dropped icicles.

"Good brother-in-law, good brother-in-law," having successfully turned the tables, Han Zixiu was in an excellent mood. He patted Mo Zhixuan on the shoulder, "Brother-in-law, this is a meeting gift that your brother-in-law has prepared for you and my sister. If you ever dare to bully her, I and your sister-in-law will be the first to not let you off."

Han Zixiu took out a red envelope from his pocket with all the semblance of a senior, and handed it to Mo Zhixuan.

Just thinking about Mo Zhixuan having to call him brother-in-law made Han Zixiu unbearably happy.

After so many years, Han Zixiu had finally turned the tables!

He had finally pushed down that old fart Mo Zhixuan.

At this moment, Han Zixiu saw the flowers as red and the grass as green, but the only thing black was Mo Zhixuan’s face.

Why was that?

Because he was pissed off, of course.

The more Han Zixiu thought about it, the happier he became, and he nearly wanted to burst into song.

"Then thank you for the red envelope, brother-in-law," Mo Zhixuan said as he tore open Han Zixiu’s red envelope and pulled out two red bills from inside, "Brother-in-law is really generous, isn’t he? Jin, aren’t you going to thank your brother-in-law?"

In his haste, it was quite an accomplishment for Han Zixiu to have prepared a red envelope with two hundred yuan in it!

But who would have expected that old fart Mo Zhixuan to use it to mock him!

The boss of the prestigious Han Clan, handing out a paltry red envelope of just two hundred yuan—this was indeed a bit too shabby.

It might even lead Ding Siyu to misconstrue that he didn’t value the sister she had acknowledged outside.

Thinking of the relationship between him and Ding Siyu, which had not been easy to ease a little...

"Wrong, wrong," Han Zixiu laughed dryly a few times, "Sister, don’t get me wrong, this isn’t the red envelope I prepared for you. As a brother-in-law, how could I possibly be so stingy..."

Chu Jin smiled without saying a word, somewhat unclear about the game the two men were playing, and could only look towards Ding Siyu.

Ding Siyu also looked at her with a bewildered face.

Who knew what Han Zixiu was up to?

It might be that Han Zixiu was in a good mood today; otherwise, with his overbearing nature, how could he possibly bother with people he didn’t know, and even warmly call them ’sister’ and ’brother-in-law’?

Ding Siyu could never have imagined that the reason Han Zixiu had changed was entirely for her.

Even a hero finds it hard to overcome the barrier of a beautiful woman.

Strong as they are, everyone has a weakness.

And by chance, Han Zixiu’s weakness was her.

It was just that she was lost in the situation.

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhixuan’s lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile, and a gleam flashed in his profound phoenix eyes as he spoke slowly.

"Oh, so the gift of acknowledgment prepared by my brother-in-law isn’t this one, eh? Then it must be that string of Buddha Beads on you, brother-in-law. You’re really too kind. How could Jin and I have the heart to accept such valuable Buddha Beads from you?"

Although Mr. Mo said he was embarrassed, his face showed no hint of discomfort whatsoever.

At the end of his words, he took Chu Jin’s hand, saying, "Jin, we must be polite, let’s thank our brother-in-law."

Caught by surprise by his words, Chu Jin could only turn to Han Zixiu and say very politely, "Thank you, brother-in-law."

Since she considered Ding Siyu a sister, it made sense to call Han Zixiu ’brother-in-law’ both in sentiment and in reason.

Han Zixiu, standing there, could only swallow his teeth along with the blood, thinking so be it! It was just a string of Buddha Beads. Let him have it!

After all, she was his own sister!

She could not be considered an outsider!

Moreover, he didn’t want to lose face in front of the younger generation.

With a pained heart, Han Zixiu reached into his pocket, took out a small string of Buddha Beads, and handed them to Chu Jin with a beaming smile, "Sister, I wish you and your husband a hundred years of happiness and early parenthood."

As he said the last word, Han Zixiu dragged out the tone for an extended time, glaring directly at Mo Zhixuan, as if he wished he could start a fight with him right there.

He had spent a lot of effort to obtain that string of Buddha Beads! And just like that, Mo Zhixuan had casually talked him out of it.

Mo Zhixuan’s expression remained unchanged, his lips even bearing a faint smile.

Looking at Mo Zhixuan, this old rascal, who could still manage to smile, Han Zixiu became even more infuriated in an instant.

Damn Mo Zhixuan.

How could he be so shameless?

Those Buddha Beads were crafted from natural purple jade, soaked in spiritual water for forty-nine days, then blessed with Buddhist rites. They could ward off evil and demons, and were a rare treasure indeed.

Naturally, Chu Jin felt it improper to accept such a valuable item from someone for no reason, and was just about to politely decline.

However, Mo Zhixuan beside her reached out and took the Buddha Beads, his voice low as he said, "Alright then, we’ll accept my brother-in-law’s generous gesture with thanks."

Han Zixiu clenched the Buddha Beads tightly and gritted his teeth, "You’re welcome."

As if Mo Zhixuan didn’t see the reluctance on his face, a gentle tug and the string of Buddha Beads was in his own hands.

Damn it!

Han Zixiu fumed with urgency as Mo Zhixuan’s shamelessness climbed to a new level. How dare he forcefully snatch what was in his hands!

His sister was young and naively easy to deceive. Probably she was conned by Mo Zhixuan.

After Mo Zhixuan took the Buddha Beads, he lowered his eyes and placed them on Chu Jin’s wrist. The pale purple jade contrasted against her fair and delicate skin, looking exceptionally pleasing.

At this point, Chu Jin realized that Mo Zhixuan and Han Zixiu must have known each other before. Otherwise, given Mo Zhixuan’s aloof nature, he would never casually accept things from others.

Nor would he be so sharp-tongued as to infuriate Han Zixiu like that.

Furthermore, this string of Buddha Beads was no ordinary item—the spiritual energy and Buddhist power within it could nourish the meridians. It wasn’t something an ordinary person could possess.

This Han Zixiu, like Mo Zhixuan, must also be a person with a story.