Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 619 - 621, Grinding Ink (second update)

Chapter 619: 621, Grinding Ink (second update)

Duanmu Zhe could only quietly sigh in his heart.

It seems the road ahead is still very long.

Mo Qingyi snapped back to reality at his words and slapped him, "You’re the pig!"

Such a Duanmu Zhe!

She had thought his words had another meaning, but it turned out he was calling her a pig!

She was angry and at the same time, somewhat disappointed.

"Let’s build a snowman, build a snowman." Duanmu Zhe squatted down to roll a snowball, trying to divert Mo Qingyi’s attention.

Over there, Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan’s snowman was already complete.

It was...

Um, sort of hard to look at.

It was hard to imagine that a snowman built with the cooperation of two capable people could end up... so ugly!

"Does it look good?" Chu Jin picked up a carrot as the snowman’s nose and looked up at Mo Zhixuan.

To themselves, any snowman they created was beautiful, no matter how others might see it as ugly; to Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin, it was unparalleled in beauty.

"It looks good, Jin. Whatever you make looks good," Mo Zhixuan nodded seriously.

"I’ll take a photo and post it on Weibo," Chu Jin excitedly pulled out her phone from her pocket, took a couple of photos of the snowman, and then posted on Weibo.

"The Return of the Past"V: "Building a snowman! [photo.jpg]"

[Wow! So excited! Sister actually posted twice on Weibo today, I need to screenshot this for posterity!]

[Sister building a snowman is so cute.]

[Old Return, the snowman you built is quite unique!]

[I reckon only my Return could make a snowman look like this!]

[Snowman: "Who am I? Where do I come from?"]

[This is a snowman with a story!]

[It’s impossible for me to build a snowman, I can never build one in this lifetime, I don’t know how to roll snowballs, so I can only survive by stealing other people’s snowmen, which is much better than staying at home... Other people’s snowmen are assembled so beautifully, they speak so nicely, oh, I super like the snowman Sister Return built.]

[Hahaha, I’m dying laughing, the person above, why are you so funny?]

[Che Guevara was here!]

[...]

Perhaps to avoid discouraging Chu Jin on the other side of the screen, everyone was quite euphemistic when commenting on the snowman.

Seeing Chu Jin post instantaneously on Weibo, Mo Zhixuan also curled his lips into a slight smile, opened the Weibo page, and sent out a post.

"First Encounter"V: "The whole world. [photo.jpg]"@The Return of the Past.

The accompanying photo was that of Chu Jin’s back, resilient against the snowy landscape.

Cloaked in dazzling red.

No view in the world surpasses you.

Though it was just a photo, her commanding presence seemed to come to life, almost palpable even through the screen.

Although it was only a backdrop, Weibo still exploded!

As soon as the post went up, the comments began to skyrocket.

[Ahhh! Is this my Return? Is this my Return? She looks stunning, doesn’t she!]

[Licking the screen! Comrades, are your phone screens still okay?]

[My Return truly is a beauty of the age!]

[There is a beauty up north, supremely lovely and peerless; at one glance, she topples cities; at another, countries.]

[Ah! So excited!]

[I’ve had my fill of dog food.]

[Finally, a photo of my Return!]

[Oh my! I’m going to flip!]

[I feel like the blogger doesn’t deserve my Return...]

[Sister Return is so beautiful!]

[Going crazy for Sister Return!]

[Begging for a front face photo!]

[Don’t tell me she’s a one-trick backdrop killer?]

[Sir! Sir! First Encounter sir, please share a frontal photo!]

[Mommy! Mommy! As a fan of beauty, I’m turning into a fan of The Return of the Past!]

[This charisma! This figure! This aura! There’s nothing like it under the heavens!]

[My Return is a superstar held back by her writing.]

[Mommy, if she entered that circle, wouldn’t Fan Shuishui and Zhang Zitai have to step down?]

[Absolutely! Fan Shuishui and Zhang Zitai would have to move over.]

[Love it! Love it so much!]

[...]

The number of comments kept growing, and the crowd of onlookers feasting on the drama grew larger.

A term named "The Return of the Past, real photos" was pushed by the mighty netizens into the hot search ranks.

The follower count on The Return of the Past’s Weibo also surged, causing the Weibo servers to crash!

The comment count on Mo Zhixuan’s Weibo post even reached 100W+ in a matter of minutes.

Chu Jin was busy making a snowman, completely unaware of these developments, let alone that she had made it onto the Weibo hot search list once again!

And because of this hot search, The Return of the Past’s Weibo account became the one with the most followers on Weibo.

Sometimes, the power of words is truly immense.

As for Mo Zhixuan, he was browsing through the comments one by one, a barely noticeable smile playing at the corners of his mouth, feeling happy whenever he saw others praising Chu Jin for her beauty and elegance.

At that moment, he wished he could proclaim to the whole world that this beauty, who could captivate a city with one glance and a nation with another, was his, his...

Forever his.

Hearing his laughter, Chu Jin looked up puzzled, "What are you chuckling at?"

"Nothing," Mo Zhixuan replied, instantly back to normal, casually putting his phone back in his pocket. He walked over to Chu Jin, took her hand, and said in a low voice, "Let’s go over there and see how Qingyi and Duanmu are doing with their snowman."

Because she had just touched the snow, Chu Jin’s hand was a bit cold, so Mo Zhixuan wrapped her hand tightly in his and tucked it into his pocket.

On the spacious snowfield, a set of clear footprints was left behind.

The snow, which had stopped earlier, began to fall again, dusting both of their hair white.

Over there, Mo Qingyi and Duanmu Zhe were focused on making a snowman together, so engrossed in their task that they didn’t notice Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin approaching.

"Ah! Duanmu Xiaosi! You’re really too clumsy!"

"You’re the clumsy one!"

Their intermittent arguments continued non-stop, and seeing how happily they were bickering, Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin didn’t want to disturb them; they quietly walked away towards another direction, as the snow fell heavier.

The two strolled through the snowfield like that.

Hands entwined, vow unchanging through this life.

The figures in the snow were without parallel in this world.

Meanwhile, Mo Qingyi and Duanmu Zhe had just finished making their snowman.

Compared to the snowman of Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin, theirs looked way more elegant!

"Ah! The snowman I made is so nice!" Mo Qingyi looked proudly at her creation.

"What do you mean, ’the one you made’?" Duanmu Zhe countered immediately, "I helped too, thank you!"

"Haha," Mo Qingyi scoffed, "If it weren’t for you, the one I made would have looked ten times better!"

"I’m convinced by your evil," Duanmu Zhe raised his eyebrows lightly.

The heavy snow also whitened their hair.

Perhaps Mo Qingyi didn’t realize that when Duanmu Zhe looked at her, his eyes were filled with warmth, capable of melting glaciers.

Or perhaps Mo Qingyi had already grown accustomed to such gazes.

"Do you have your phone on you?" Mo Qingyi boldly extended her hand to Duanmu Zhe.

"Got it." Without any hesitation, Duanmu Zhe pulled out his phone from his pocket and handed it to Mo Qingyi.

Mo Qingyi took the phone, naturally unlocked it, took a photo, and even switched to selfie mode, making a V sign alongside her snowman for a selfie.

She was so used to using Duanmu Zhe’s phone that she didn’t think anything was amiss with her actions.

Almost half the photos in Duanmu Zhe’s phone were of Mo Qingyi’s selfies.

In fact, the way Mo Qingyi and Duanmu Zhe interacted had long transcended the feelings between a normal man and woman; it’s just that she hadn’t realized it herself.

After taking the photo, Mo Qingyi tossed the phone back to Duanmu Zhe, "Remember to edit it before sending it to me."

Duanmu Zhe immediately matched her with an OK sign, "No problem!"

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the figures in the snow began to look a bit blurry, but the scene was incredibly picturesque, like something out of a TV idol drama.

Romantic, picturesque.

Mo Qingyi tugged at her clothing, "Duanmu Xiaosi, shall we go back inside? It’s pretty cold."

"Sure." Duanmu Zhe wrapped his arm around her shoulders naturally and said carefreely, "Let’s go, buddy."

This time, Mo Qingyi didn’t refuse his embrace.

He had said, buddy.

It was an embrace between buddies; refusing it would have seemed odd.

The wind howled by their ears.

But to Mo Qingyi, tonight’s wind felt warm.

The Mo family’s garden was vast, and it took several minutes for them to walk back to the house.

Mo Qingyi looked up at the youth’s elegantly handsome profile and blurted out like a ghostly envoy, "Duanmu Zhe..."

It was rare for Mo Qingyi to call him by his full name for the first time; Duanmu Zhe turned to look at her, clearly surprised as he said, "Hmm? What’s up?"

"Duanmu Zhe," Mo Qingyi stopped and faced Duanmu Zhe, speaking very seriously, "The moonlight tonight is truly beautiful."

The other meaning of The moonlight tonight is truly beautiful is, I like you.

It’s often used to confess love.

This is an internet slang.

Mo Qingyi saw this strategy in a forum.

Duanmu Zhe should know the meaning of this sentence, right?

It was with great courage that Mo Qingyi gathered to speak up.

Perhaps influenced by the wonderful atmosphere, on a snowy day, being with the person one likes, both of them having turned old together...

The moonlight is truly beautiful?

Duanmu Zhe was bewildered! As a good young man who doesn’t surf the internet often, he genuinely didn’t know the meaning of this sentence!

On such a snowy day, with everything a hazy gray, where is the moonlight coming from?

Has Mo Qingyi gone silly?

Why would she suddenly come up with such a sentence?

Looking up at the sky, Duanmu Zhe said, "Mo Qingyi, what joke are you making? There’s no moon in the sky."

Long, long afterward.

Thinking back to this night.

Duanmu Zhe simply wanted to take the Moonlight Treasure Box and kill his former self at this moment!

Because they almost missed a lifetime by passing up this moment.

"Haha," Mo Qingyi laughed out loud, kicking Duanmu Zhe twice, trying to act as if nothing happened, "You big fool, I was just teasing you..."

He rejected himself.

Perhaps out of consideration for his own dignity, Duanmu Zhe did not point it out directly.

Mo Qingyi’s first love hadn’t even begun before it ended prematurely in its cradle.

A sourness hit Mo Qingyi’s nose, and she almost broke down crying, but the little dignity left in a girl’s heart told her not to cry! She had to laugh strongly, heartily.

"Mo Qingyi, you’ve gotten bold! How dare you kick me!" Duanmu Zhe didn’t notice her abnormality and started chasing after her direction.

The two of them were messing around in the snowy field.

For Mo Qingyi.

Was she happy?

Happy.

Was she unhappy?

Unhappy.

She knew that after this night, she and Duanmu Zhe could never go back to how they were before.

The snow kept falling.

Just as Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan got back home, Zhao Yan came over smilingly with two porcelain bowls, "This is ginger jujube soup I’ve stewed, it’s good for dispelling the cold, drink it while it’s hot."

"Thank you, Mom." Chu Jin accepted the bowl with a smile.

"Thank you, Aunt Yuan." Mo Zhixuan followed suit in expressing his thanks.

Zhao Yan looked at the two, nodding with a smile on her face.

"Aunt Yuan, Aunt Yuan, what good stuff is this? I want some too!" Mo Qingyi bounded excitedly into the room from outside.

"Me too, me too," Duanmu Zhe followed behind.

"There’s plenty," Zhao Yan said with a smile, "Just wait a sec, I’ll go get you two some."

Outside the door, the snow was flying.

Inside, the atmosphere was warm and joyous.

Zhao Yan was very attentive and even brought a bowl of soup to Chu Xiu.

Chu Xiu was quite fond of this aunt; Zhao Yan was very gentle, a typical woman from the south of the Yangtze River. She spoke softly and gently, giving Chu Xiu a sense of the maternal love she had longed for.

After getting back to her room, Mo Qingyi dropped all pretenses, buried her head under the covers, and began to weep quietly.

This was the first time she had liked someone so much.

Her first love hadn’t seen the light of day before it perished. How could she not be heartbroken?

That night, some slept well while others did not.

The next morning, during breakfast, Mo Qingyi made an announcement to everyone.

After the New Year, she was going to study abroad as an exchange student.

The first to object was the Mo family matriarch, "No way, M country is so far away, I can’t feel at ease with you, a girl, going alone, and what if I miss you?"

Chu Jin was also somewhat surprised; Mo Qingyi had mentioned this to her casually before, and she hadn’t taken it to heart. Now it seemed Mo Qingyi was serious.

Immediately, Mo Qingyi clung to her grandmother’s arm and cooed, "Mom, I’m not a child anymore, I can take care of myself. Don’t worry, and besides, with technology so advanced nowadays, we can video chat face-to-face if you miss me."

"Mom, please agree, this opportunity is very rare. There are over sixty students in our class, but only three exchange spots are available."

As the saying goes, a daughter is beyond her mother’s grasp once she grows up. The Mo family matriarch sighed, turning to Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin, "Zhixuan, Jin, you two quickly help persuade Qingyi."

Mo Zhixuan remained composed as he replied, wiping his mouth with a tissue, "Qingyi, are you sure? Can you handle everything there all by yourself?"

Mo Qingyi nodded firmly, "Yes, brother, I’ve thought it through, I want to go!"

Mo Zhixuan then added, "Since you’ve made up your mind, then go. You’re not little anymore. Once you’re there, pay more attention and don’t just grow tall, grow wise, too."

After New Year’s, Mo Qingyi would be nineteen, old enough to think independently. Plus, it’s only beneficial for a girl to get out there and see the world, with no downsides.

"Thank you, brother."

"Zhixuan!" the old Madame Mo said in frustration and dissatisfaction, "I asked you to help persuade Qingyi! But instead of helping, you’ve convinced her to go overseas!"

Mo Zhixuan turned his eyes gently, speaking in a very mild tone, "Mom, Qingyi is no longer a child. Going abroad can train her independence. There’s nothing wrong with that."

"What do you think, Jin?" the old Madame Mo turned to Chu Jin and asked for her opinion,

Mo Qingyi immediately started making faces at Chu Jin on the side.

Chu Jin smiled slightly, "Aunt, everyone has to grow up. Since Qingyi has made up her mind, we might as well respect her decision." In other words, once Mo Qingyi made up her mind about something, no one could stop her. Rather than opposing, it was better to offer support.

The old Madame Mo also heard the implied meaning in Chu Jin’s words and sighed again.

"My dear friend," said Zhao Yan with a smile, "These young people all have their own ideas. Let’s not meddle in their affairs. This morning I saw that the lotus flowers in the courtyard had bloomed, let’s go have a look."

The old Madame Mo stood up, "Alright, let’s go look at the flowers."

And so, Mo Qingyi going abroad was settled.

Chu Jin stayed at the Mo family’s house for three days, then took Zhao Yan back to Huagui Park. Her vacation had nearly started, but Chu Xiu still had a week of classes left.

At the end of the year, Mr. Mo was even busier than before, and Chu Jin hardly saw him for days.

Mo Qingyi spent her days accompanying the old Madame Mo to watch plays and drink tea. After some time, the old lady came to accept the idea of her going abroad.

days later.

New Year’s Eve.

The day when every family comes together.

Early in the morning, Chu Jin was woken up by the sound of firecrackers. Since she was awake, she got up from bed, quickly washed up, and changed clothes.

By the time she came downstairs, Zhao Yan had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for her.

Zhao Yan was very diligent. Ever since she woke up, the household servants had a lot less to do.

"Mom, good morning!"

"Good morning, come and eat."

"Sister, Auntie," Chu Xiu also came down from upstairs.

They had barely started breakfast when Mo Zhixuan walked in from outside. The weather was nice and sunny, and Mo Zhixuan wore only a thin white shirt, prompting Zhao Yan immediately to stand up, "You child, why are you wearing so little? Xiu, quickly go upstairs and bring down one of your clothes for your brother-in-law to wear."

"Right away." Chu Xiu turned and ran upstairs.

"Aunt, I’m not cold," Mo Zhixuan said with a resigned expression.

Zhao Yan frowned, saying, "How can you not be cold wearing so little? You young people prioritize looking good over feeling warm!"

Mo Zhixuan: "..." At that moment, Mr. Mo finally understood the true meaning of "your mother thinks you’re cold."

Mo Zhixuan had come to pick them up to celebrate the New Year with the Mo family, as there were not many people in both households, and celebrating together would be more lively.

After all, for the New Year, the most important things are the festivities and reunion.

So for this suggestion, Chu Jin gladly accepted.

The group, having eaten breakfast, set off.

The streets were filled with the spirit of the New Year, everywhere brimming with joyfulness.

"I wish you wealth, I wish you splendor, let the good be invited and the bad turned away, oh~ no one minds an excess of gifts..."

This kind of music could be heard everywhere, and even Chu Jin began to hum along with the rhythm.

On this day, the old Madame Mo gave all the household servants a holiday so they could go home and spend a reunion New Year with their families.

When Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan arrived, the old Madame Mo and Mo Qingyi were in the kitchen, chopping meat filling to fry meatballs, make dumplings... preparing New Year’s food.

In fact, these things could be bought at the supermarket, but doing it oneself was more meaningful and brought a stronger sense of the New Year.

Zhao Yan was cutting out paper decorations in the living room. Her hands were very nimble, and she could transform an ordinary piece of red paper into various shapes, leaving Chu Jin stunned.

"Mom, teach me too," Chu Jin picked up the scissors, ready to learn the craft.

Zhao Yan spoke warmly, "Of course, just wait until I finish this one."

Cutting out paper decorations was a delicate task, seemingly simple but actually very complex. Fortunately, Chu Jin was smart and had an excellent memory, and before long, a lively little deer took shape in her hands.

Mo Zhixuan stood by her side and nodded slightly, "My Jin is truly intelligent."

"Of course," Chu Jin lifted her chin slightly, very proud.

"Jin, you’re getting conceited!" Mo Qingyi said plaintively.

"I’m the one who spoils her," Mo Zhixuan said in kind.

A reluctant participant to their display of affection, Mo Qingyi: "..." Why did she bother seeking out this torment for herself?

The New Year’s Eve dinner would be in the evening, so at noon, everyone had a simple tea time without preparing anything special.

There’s a lot to do on New Year’s Day, so in the afternoon, the tasks were clearly divided.

The old Madame Mo and Zhao Yan were busy in the kitchen.

Mo Qingyi was responsible for running errands, occasionally fetching oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, or any other needed seasoning for the kitchen.

Given that Chu Xiu was a student, she wasn’t assigned any chores and was responsible for eating only.

Chu Jin was tasked with writing and posting New Year’s couplets with Mo Zhixuan.

The Mo’s house was large, with many doors, so Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan had a big job on their hands.

Mo Zhixuan moved the four treasures of the study from the study room to the living room, spread out the red paper, held the brush, and looked at Chu Jin with indulgent eyes, "Would the lady kindly grind some ink for me, and I shall show you my skills."

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