Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 633 - 635, courtesy calls for reciprocity (part 2)

Chapter 633: 635, courtesy calls for reciprocity (part 2)

"What’s being decided? What’s all this excitement about?"

Just then, a clear and melodious voice emerged in the air, and a slender figure was slowly walking in from the entrance.

With a lithe frame and a straight back, she resembled a slender bamboo.

Backlit by the light, her delicate facial features were obscured, rendering them somewhat indistinct.

She strode forward confidently, each step stirring up a biting wind.

An intimidating aura rippled with her movement, prompting an involuntary fear among the audience.

Although her true face was not clear, everyone could tell that she was no ordinary person.

With the experience from before, the crowd wisely chose not to speak out. What if they mistook someone again? Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?

It was only as she drew closer that her true face became visible to all.

It was a face so stunning that it took one’s breath away.

If there were a word to describe it, it would probably be—

Peerless beauty.

At the same time, it was also an exceedingly familiar face.

This was—

The National Goddess!

Realizing this, screams erupted from the audience.

An immature thought surfaced in their minds!

Could this person really be "The Return of the Past"?

Several authors were stunned!

They were all acquainted with the National Goddess.

Especially Butterfly Dreamer, who turned pale with fright! Sweat poured down his face, and he was overwhelmed with a foreboding sense, nearly going weak at the knees.

This couldn’t be, this person couldn’t possibly be "The Return of the Past."

How could "The Return of the Past" be the National Goddess!

The National Goddess must have known about "The Return of the Past"’s book signing event here and came to find trouble for "The Return of the Past"! Butterfly Dreamer reassured himself in his heart.

Yes!

It had to be that.

Meanwhile, the online comments went wild.

[Ah! My goddess! My goddess is here!]

[The goddess has arrived, someone’s about to be in trouble!]

[Oh my! Could the goddess really be "The Return of the Past"?]

[That shouldn’t be the case, right?]

[Ah, ah, so exciting, my goddess is so domineering! Look at that face, those long legs!]

[Is the goddess here to thrash "The Return of the Past"?]

At this moment, nobody on the live feed cared about Butterfly Dreamer anymore; all eyes were captivated by Chu Jin.

This was the real definition of a crowd puller!

"Miss Chu! You’ve come looking for ’The Return of the Past,’ haven’t you?" Butterfly Dreamer looked at Chu Jin with an ingratiating smile and continued, "However, unfortunately, ’The Return of the Past,’ being too ashamed to show her face, did not attend today. But rest assured! Our literary world will never allow such a morally corrupt author to exist! I will make sure Teacher Wen expels this home-wrecker ’The Return of the Past’ from the literary world!"

"What’s your name?" Chu Jin slowly raised her eyes, the chill in them palpable, staring straight at Butterfly Dreamer and coldly spoke.

On hearing this, Butterfly Dreamer excitedly said, "Miss Chu, I am Butterfly Dreamer, a platinum author at the Original Literature website. But rest assured, I am absolutely not with ’The Return of the Past.’ I personally despise the morally depraved behavior of that mistress! Myself and the seven authors behind me have taken a united stand, jointly expelling ’The Return of the Past’ from the literary world! If Teacher Wen doesn’t handle this justly today, then me and the other seven authors will lay down our pens right here and exit the literary world forever, a world that does not permit the likes of ’The Return of the Past’ to exist!"

Upon hearing ’The Return of the Past,’ the National Goddess’s expression grew so fearsomely cold, she must have come to settle scores with ’The Return of the Past’ after the autumn harvest!

After all, which woman could tolerate the existence of a mistress.

Now ’The Return of the Past’ was truly in trouble!

Even if Teacher Wen wanted to protect her, it wouldn’t be possible anymore!

The National Goddess was a celebrity throughout the China mainland.

Her influence was immense.

Butterfly Dreamer grew more and more complacent, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up into a smirk!

Amid his self-satisfied smile, Chu Jin just looked at him, as if watching a clown performing, and opened her mouth word by word, "I am ’The Return of the Past.’"

Her words were icy, striking with force.

Each word landed clearly in the ears of the audience.

Everyone gasped in shock, no one had expected the National Goddess to be ’The Return of the Past’!

The National Goddess was ’The Return of the Past’!

After realizing this, the fans below went crazy with screams, and the whole venue erupted, "Sister ’The Return of the Past’! Sister ’The Return of the Past’, look over here! Ahhh!"

"Goddess, goddess!"

Although the fans were very excited, none of them made any inappropriate moves.

They showed great team spirit.

Just like the words written by ’The Return of the Past’.

Mild, simple, yet with a unique charm.

’The Return of the Past’ = National Goddess!

After realizing this, "Butterfly Dreamer" and the other seven writers just froze there.

Panic, unease, and other terrifying emotions swept through their bodies! Their faces were as pale as death.

Cold sweat broke out along their spines almost instantaneously.

They all stared at Chu Jin, not knowing how to react.

Their hands were limp.

Their legs were limp.

All the strength seemed to have been drained from their bodies in an instant.

The surrounding screams and applause seemed to mock them, as if materialized, cutting coldly against each one’s face.

"Bang!"

One of the writers was so scared that they fell to the ground.

Their face was deathly pale.

As lifeless as withered wood.

How on earth had the National Goddess become ’The Return of the Past’?

Not long ago, they were still accusing ’The Return of the Past’ of being a mistress!

Even in front of the media, they threatened Teacher Wen, demanding he expel ’The Return of the Past’ from the list!

Who would have thought they’d be slapped in the face so quickly!

And that it would hurt so much.

It was all "Butterfly Dreamer"’s fault! If it wasn’t for her instigation, they wouldn’t have made such foolish mistakes!

Having just said such words, they were afraid they would no longer have a place in the literary world!

"Butterfly Dreamer" was truly a jinx, bringing trouble not only upon herself but also on these innocent people.

At that moment, fear and panic took hold of the group.

They, who usually held themselves above others, when had they ever suffered such humiliation?

"Hello, hello, ’The Return of the Past’, I am the representative of our literary world, my name is Wen Sheng, welcome." Teacher Wen, having regained his composure, hurried forward to shake hands with Chu Jin.

"Teacher Wen, hello, I’ve long admired your name," Chu Jin replied politely.

Just then, "Butterfly Dreamer" suddenly rushed in front of Chu Jin and Teacher Wen, "No! You cannot be ’The Return of the Past’! Are you someone ’The Return of the Past’ sent? Where is she, hiding because she doesn’t dare to show up?"

As she spoke, she reached out to grab at Chu Jin’s clothes, her face twisted in a grotesque expression, seemingly having lost all control.

Even now, "Butterfly Dreamer" still couldn’t believe that Chu Jin was ’The Return of the Past’!

How could she be ’The Return of the Past’?

If she were ’The Return of the Past’, then what would she herself be? A joke?

Moreover, how could there be such a perfect person in this world?

Therefore, Chu Jin could not possibly be Chu Jin!

Chu Jin deftly stepped aside, avoiding "Butterfly Dreamer", the corners of her mouth lifting slightly, "So it turns out the renowned author ’Butterfly Dreamer’ is a lunatic who pounces on people at sight. I wonder, will the works of a lunatic affect the next generation of our country?"

Obviously, she was already aware of what had happened previously.

At these words, "Butterfly Dreamer"’s face contorted even more, and she raised her hand, slapping violently, "You wretch! Shut your mouth!"

Chu Jin did not dodge, standing there with the corners of her mouth still slightly curved.

"Slap."

The sound of a crisp slap echoed in the air, as expected.

However, the person who ended up on the ground was "Butterfly Dreamer".

Chu Jin’s speed was so fast that almost no one saw how she made her move.

It was almost in the blink of an eye that "Butterfly Dreamer" found herself on the ground!

From a superior position, Chu Jin looked down at "Butterfly Dreamer" and spoke slowly, "Miss ’Butterfly Dreamer’, I am officially notifying you that your recent actions have severely infringed on my right to privacy and my reputation, and furthermore, have constituted defamation. A lawyer’s letter will soon be delivered to your home, so please be prepared."

The cold words sent a chill through "Butterfly Dreamer"’s heart, and she knew she had truly ruined everything!

Her image was destroyed.

She had nothing left.

"Butterfly Dreamer" felt as if her heart had died, painfully shedding a tear.

She truly regretted it and would definitely not make the same mistake again if given another chance!

Ten years of effort, destroyed in one night.

As she finished speaking, Chu Jin looked up at the stage again, "And you seven, will also receive a letter from my lawyer, and if I’m not mistaken, isn’t it about time you announce that you’re exiting the literary world for good?"

Chu Jin was never a kind person, much less a Saint Mary Sue.

When it came to her dignity and reputation, she had to repay her adversaries in their own coin.

Most importantly, she needed to give an explanation to her fans who had always stood by her.

Upon hearing this, the other seven turned as pale as death, not daring to say another word! After such an incident, it was destined that they would no longer be able to continue in the literary world.

The comment section had gone wild.

Like the people present, no one had expected that "The Return of the Past" and the National Goddess were the same person!

[Ahh! My goddess is really V587!]

[So excited! I can’t believe my goddess is really "The Return of the Past."]

[Crazy shouts for the goddess.]

[I knew my goddess would not do those kinds of morally wrong acts.]

[I’m liking Sister "The Return" more and more.]

[National Goddess, stunning beauty V587! I need to lick the screen!]

[My goddess is really so cool!]

[This slap in the face is just too satisfying.]

[If I had known, I would have gone to the signing event today.]

[Is there anything my goddess can’t do?]

[Truly thrilling, this is the most exciting live broadcast I’ve ever seen.]

The signing event continued, and Teacher Wen had the staff escort "Butterfly Dreamer" and the other seven authors out.

These eight people would no longer appear in the literary world in the future.

Chu Jin was seated alongside two other authors.

The fans were very well-mannered, queuing up for autographs.

There were many people.

The air was stuffy.

But Chu Jin never showed any signs of impatience.

The reader at the very front was a very young girl. She looked at Chu Jin with a blush creeping on her face, placing the book on the table with both hands, flipping to the first page, and said somewhat nervously.

"Sister ’The Return,’ both my sister and I really like you. Today is my sister’s birthday, so could you please write ’Happy Birthday’ here? I would like to give her this book as a birthday present."

Chu Jin gently looked up, "Of course, what’s your sister’s name?"

The eyes were truly too beautiful, like stars and oceans, as if capable of drawing people in, the young girl paused for a moment before she said, "Lili, the pear from ’Kong Rong Giving Up Pears’... "

"Okay." Chu Jin nodded slightly, then began to write.

The strokes were swift yet precise, not in an exaggerated artistic style.

The handwriting was beautiful, strong enough to imprint through the paper, elegant yet virile, with its own distinct style, easily recognizable.

Chu Jin wrote not only ’Happy Birthday’ but also kindly added the date and the name of the young girl.

Only at the end did she sign her own pen name.

"Thank you, Sister ’The Return.’" The young girl had never imagined that "The Return of the Past" could be so approachable and thoughtful, instantly increasing her affection for her.

Chu Jin smiled, "I should be the one thanking you."

The readers behind continued to come up one by one.

The pace of signing was quick.

But the visitors who came for the fame kept increasing, making it impossible to leave for a while.

Chu Jin was busy signing for the readers and didn’t notice that there was a small commotion in the queue.

Not until a heavy shadow fell upon Chu Jin did she realize something was amiss, looking up to see a face with distinctly chiseled features.

It was Shi Qin.

"What are you doing here?" Chu Jin looked at the newcomer, raising her eyebrows slightly.

Shi Qin looked at her, speaking slowly, "It’s ’The Return of the Past’s signing event, I’m obviously here for an autograph."

"Where’s the book?" Chu Jin tapped the table.

Shi Qin rolled up his sleeves, leaned in slightly, extending his wrist, "Just sign here on my wrist."

"Are you sure?" Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Positive," Shi Qin nodded without hesitation, "Go ahead."

Chu Jin glanced at the long queue behind, and instead of engaging in further conversation with Shi Qin, she picked up the pen and quickly left her three characters on Shi Qin’s wrist.

"The Return of the Past."

The past has returned, alas, to no recognition.

Shi Qin looked at the flamboyant characters on his wrist, a smirk with an indecipherable meaning appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he turned and left.

Watching his retreating figure, a strange emotion suddenly surged within Chu Jin, almost bringing her to tears—a feeling both unfamiliar and yet oddly recognizable.

Alien, yet known.

But she quickly came to her senses.

Composing herself, she continued signing.

It wasn’t until 8 o’clock in the evening that the signing event finally ended.

When Chu Jin stepped out of the building, the sky was already filled with twinkling stars.

Just as she walked out of the building, she saw Mo Zhixuan’s car. He was approaching her with a bouquet of roses in his arms, "Jin."

"Hmm," Chu Jin reached out to take the flowers and then sat in the passenger seat, somewhat puzzled, "What’s with buying flowers all of a sudden?"

This was the first time Mr. Mo had given her flowers since they had started dating.

No woman dislikes flowers, and Chu Jin was no exception.

Mr. Mo held the steering wheel with one hand and took out a beautifully wrapped box from the storage compartment with the other, "It’s not just flowers, there’s also this. Have you forgotten what day it is today?"

Chu Jin placed the flowers in the back seat, unwrapping the box as she spoke, "What day? I have no idea."

Today wasn’t her birthday, nor was it Mr. Mo’s.

And it wasn’t any other anniversary either.

Chu Jin really couldn’t think of what was special about today.

"You didn’t prepare a gift for me?" Mr. Mo turned to look at her with a face that read "You don’t value me at all."

The box contained exquisite chocolates, rich in creamy flavor. Chu Jin picked one and popped it into her mouth, blatantly ignoring Mr. Mo’s expression, "Let’s not talk about it."

"Today is the 20th of May," Mo Zhixuan said, looking dejected.

Chu Jin then realized that 520 was the homophonic for "I love you" and served as an online Valentine’s Day.

To think that the usually staid and serious Mr. Mo had started paying attention to such things! After all, Mo Zhixuan was someone who might not even remember the traditional holidays of China.

Chu Jin picked up another chocolate and brought it to Mo Zhixuan’s mouth, "Here, this is your reward, open up."

Mo Zhixuan bit into the chocolate and her delicate, fair fingers all at once.

"You’re such a dog," Chu Jin promptly pulled her hand back.

"You signed for Song Shiqin today?" Mo Zhixuan asked again.

While eating the chocolate, Chu Jin replied, "Mm-hmm."

Mo Zhixuan continued, "You personally signed for him?"

Chu Jin offhandedly said, "Personal autographs have to be signed personally, don’t they? Do you get your secretary to sign on your behalf when you sign important documents at the company?"

"But you can’t sign on his hand!" Mo Zhixuan exclaimed, suddenly slamming on the brakes.

The black Bugatti Veyron almost crashed into the nearby tree with a "swoosh."

"Be careful when you’re driving!" Chu Jin glanced out the window and scolded, "What if the cars behind us had rear-ended us?"

"Chu Jin!" Mo Zhixuan called her by her full name, his expression turning serious, "I’m very serious here! I’m telling you, no changing the subject! We’re talking about the autograph! Who allowed you to sign on Song Shiqin’s hand? Doing such things in broad daylight, what would people think!"

She actually signed on Song Shiqin’s hand!

The very thought made Mo Zhixuan incredibly angry!

Signing on someone’s hand would inevitably involve a lot of physical contact! How could he let other men touch what belonged to him!

Just thinking about it infuriated him!

"How did it become just the two of us? There were so many readers there! And what’s this pulling and tugging, where could I have pulled and tugged?" Chu Jin poked his head with her finger, "Mo Zhixuan, I think your brain is filled with water and your mind’s growing fish."

Alone with a man.

Pulling and tugging—it had to be said, Mo Zhixuan’s imagination was indeed rich.

"That’s right!" Mo Zhixuan grabbed her hand, "My head is filled with nothing but you."

Chu Jin: "..."

"Can you please not meet Song Shiqin anymore? It makes me feel very insecure," he said.

Yes, insecure.

Compared to Mo Qianjue, Song Shiqin was an incredibly formidable rival!

So formidable that he filled Mo Zhixuan with a sense of crisis.

Chu Jin wrapped her arms around his waist, "Mm, I won’t see him anymore. How about I sign on your wrist as well?"

At this, Mo Zhixuan became even more frustrated, "Are you saying that I hold the same position in your heart as Song Shiqin?"

Chu Jin quickly shook her head, "Of course not! Why would you think that?"

"Then I want you to sign somewhere different from him."

"Where do you want the signature?"

"On my heart." With that, Mo Zhixuan let go of Chu Jin, pointing at his chest where his heart was beating, "Right here, sign your name."

With a helpless smile, Chu Jin took a pen and inscribed two characters on his chest, Chu Jin.

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