Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 634 - 636, Three years later (first update)

Chapter 634: 636, Three years later (first update)

"Then hurry up," Chu Jin let go, compromising.

In a relationship, having a little wicked fun from time to time is normal, especially since she and Mr. Mo had already been honest with each other.

It’s just an autograph.

It’s no big deal.

Besides, he had promised her he wouldn’t do anything else that’s not suitable for children.

So, she trusted Mr. Mo completely.

"Okay, I’ll be quick," Mo Zhixuan picked up the pen, pulled down the white fabric a little bit, and then a little bit more, with careful movements as if he were handling a treasure.

There was still some heat.

"Hurry up! What are you dawdling for?" Chu Jin urged.

This was in the middle of the main road!

With so many cars passing by, although they were doing nothing, it still made people feel an inexplicable tension.

"Almost done," Mo Zhixuan opened the pen cap with his hand.

Her movements were very delicate.

Each stroke was written very slowly.

At this moment, Mr. Mo was incredibly thankful that his name consisted of three characters.

But, it seemed that the strokes were perhaps too simple.

"Hurry up," Chu Jin couldn’t help but rush him.

"What’s the rush? Don’t you know my name is quite long?"

"Hurry up, hurry up."

"Are you done yet?" Chu Jin urged again.

Fifteen minutes had passed, and he still hadn’t moved; the tip of the pen was still moving.

"Not yet," Mo Zhixuan’s tone was low.

"I don’t want it anymore, I don’t want it anymore!" Chu Jin sat up. "You’re too slow."

"Too late now," Mo Zhixuan threw the pen backward.

...

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three years had passed.

Three years later.

Chu Jin had graduated smoothly from Capital University, and today was the day for graduation photos, while the Mo family was already discussing her marriage date with Mo Zhixuan with Zhao Yan.

This is what they call swapping the school uniform for a wedding dress.

Chu Jin, dressed in her cap and gown, stood with a bunch of classmates for photos; she had hardly changed at all in these three years.

If anything, she had become even more beautiful.

So beautiful it took people’s breath away.

Dressed in her cap and gown, she stood among the students, but still, from the crowd, Mo Zhixuan spotted her at a glance.

Just as the photographer pressed the shutter, two girls also in caps and gowns ran over.

"Jin, Jin, let’s take a photo together with our dorm mates," the two who ran over were Chu Jin’s roommates, Lin Shijia and Liu Xuanxuan.

Surprisingly, Yin Wu was not with them.

"Where’s Little Wu? Why didn’t she come with you?" Chu Jin took off her cap and asked.

When Yin Wu was mentioned, excitement immediately appeared on the two girls’ faces, and Liu Xuanxuan quietly pointed in the distance, "Jin, look over there."

Chu Jin looked up.

There she saw, the usually calm Yin Wu, chasing after a man.

The man was probably a head taller than Yin Wu, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, looking like someone from society, holding Yin Wu’s cap in his hand, saying something while looking back at Yin Wu, and running forward swiftly.

Yin Wu was furiously chasing after him.

It was truly no easy feat to anger the gentle Yin Wu like this; it seemed the man had put in quite an effort.

"Let’s wait for her," Chu Jin said, her eyes curving with a smile, as she watched the two in the distance.

"Jin, can we take a photo with you?" A few male classmates approached Chu Jin.

These were her classmates, who had always liked Chu Jin very much.

Having a photo with Chu Jin alone was enough for them to brag about for a long time.

"Of course, you can," Chu Jin nodded.

"Thank you, Jin!"

And so, wave after wave of people eager to take a photo with Chu Jin came and went.

"Chu Jin." Even the counselor came over.

"Good day, counselor," Chu Jin greeted politely.

"Chu Jin," the counselor adjusted his glasses, then said, "The principal and several other teachers and professors from the school would like to take a photo with you, what do you think?"

Chu Jin.

In these three years, there’s hardly anyone in China who doesn’t know her.

China’s youngest renowned author.

China’s youngest chairman.

China’s youngest philanthropist.

National Goddess, Divination Master...

An array of halos surrounded her.

Most importantly, under all those halos, she still managed to keep her original aspirations, was neither arrogant nor impatient, strived forward, and remained humble and polite.

From a down-and-out wealthy family’s naive daughter to a National Goddess whom everyone envied.

She was the epitome of positive energy.

She could have relied on her face, but she chose to rely on her talent instead.

It can be said that Chu Jin was the face of Capital University.

The legend that belonged to her would continue to be passed down from class to class.

After that.

Any student who graduates from Capital University will proudly say one sentence, "Chu Jin is my senior."

Or.

"Chu Jin is my junior."

"Jin and I were classmates."

Everyone took pride in this.

Under the expectant gaze of the counselor, Chu Jin quickly nodded, "It’s my honor."

"Good, then wait here for a moment, and I’ll have them come over immediately." The counselor was extremely excited, if not for the teacher-student relationship, he would have liked to call Chu Jin "Brother Jin."

"Why isn’t it ready yet?" Mo Zhixuan, with his arms crossed, walked out from the side, his features as if veiled in a layer of thin ice.

So annoying!

He watched with his own eyes as Chu Jin took photos with one boy after another, yet he was unable to stop it!

"Wait a little longer, the president and they want to take a photo with me," Chu Jin gently patted his hand.

Before long, the counselor brought the president and a group of teachers over.

"You’re the head of the Mo family, right? A pleasure to meet you." The president excitedly shook hands with Mo Zhixuan.

"A pleasure." Mo Zhixuan also rarely opened his mouth.

After the photo was taken, it was already two o’clock in the afternoon.

Mo Zhixuan first took Chu Jin to have a meal, and then it was time to tailor the bridal dress.

Mo Zhixuan drove the car into an ancient alley of Capital City and stopped.

This was a very old alley, the path laid with blue brick and stone slabs, with the houses on both sides being retro-style buildings that reflected the profound cultural heritage of Capital City over thousands of years.

Almost every household’s doorfront was adorned with antique lanterns.

Under the night sky, they emitted a soft glow.

Chu Jin got out of the car, looking curiously at the surrounding environment, "Aren’t we supposed to go to the tailor? Why have you brought me to Auntie Tong’s place?"

"You’ll know once you go in." Mo Zhixuan said mysteriously, putting his arm around Chu Jin’s shoulder and walking inwards.

Tong Zhi ran a private restaurant.

According to Mo Zhixuan, the business was very good.

However, every time Chu Jin came, the restaurant was deserted, without a single customer, and there was only one waiter, Little Six.

"Mr. Mo Nine, Mrs. Nine, please come inside." As soon as the two entered, Little Six greeted them.

"Little Six, where is your boss?" Mo Zhixuan glanced slightly to the side.

Little Six draped a white towel over his shoulder, "Knowing that you two were coming, the boss has been waiting inside for a while now, I’ll lead you two over."

Then Mo Zhixuan spoke again, "No need, you go ahead with your work, we’ll make our way over there."

"Alright then, I’ll go attend to the other customers, please take your time." Saying this, Little Six turned and ran toward the restaurant.

Chu Jin looked at Little Six with some puzzlement, thinking, what silly thing is this kid saying? There wasn’t a soul in the restaurant when they arrived, isn’t Little Six flat out lying with his eyes wide open?

"Mo Zhixuan," Chu Jin looked up at Mo Zhixuan, pointed to her own head, and then said, "Is there something wrong with Little Six?"

Mo Zhixuan smiled mysteriously, "Whether there’s a problem or not, you’ll find out in the future."

Seeing that he wasn’t saying much, Chu Jin didn’t ask any further.

Walking through a classical corridor, they arrived at the inner room.

As they were about to reach the door, it swung open and Tong Zhi, wearing a qipao and swaying her waist, came out from inside, smiling, "You two little ancestors, I’ve been eagerly waiting for you! Come on in, quickly."

As soon as they entered the room, Chu Jin saw the red silk satin hanging on the rack and the sewing machine placed in the center of the room.

"Jin, stand here, Let me take your measurements," Tong Zhi said as she approached Chu Jin with a tape measure.

"Auntie Tong, are you..." Chu Jin scratched her head somewhat puzzled.

Tong Zhi said beamingly, "For you and Zhixuan’s wedding, I didn’t have anything special to give, but since you’re having a traditional Chinese wedding ceremony, I thought I’d make you a set of authentic handcrafted bridal gowns."

Tong Zhi still found it hard to believe this was reality.

She hadn’t yet resolved the major event of her own life, and here was her cold and aloof nephew getting married before she did.

Once, she almost thought Mo Zhixuan would stay unmarried for life, destined for a solitary end.

But unexpectedly, in the end, he fell into the hands of a young girl.

It must be said, love truly is a magical thing.

"Thank you, Auntie Tong." Chu Jin reached out to hug Tong Zhi.

"Silly girl," Tong Zhi patted her head.

After taking her measurements, Tong Zhi took out embroidery samples for Chu Jin to choose patterns from.

The designs to be embroidered on bridal dresses were mostly peonies, phoenixes, and the like.

Initially, Chu Jin thought Tong Zhi was just going to make a simple frog-buttoned bridal dress. She didn’t expect that she was even going to hand-embroider the patterns. Nowadays, few can make clothes by hand, and Tong Zhi could even do hand embroidery.

"Auntie Tong, you can embroider too?" Chu Jin asked incredulously.

"Of course, I am quite talented," Tong Zhi said very proudly, "Back in the day, I was the flower of the Superpower World. Men who chased me, hand in hand, could circle the earth twice."

Chu Jin also smiled, "Auntie Tong, you’re still a flower now."

Looking at her, Tong Zhi appeared to be only about twenty years old. Time had barely left any traces on her face.

Immediately, Tong Zhi burst into hearty laughter, "You always know what to say, Jin. I love talking with you the most."

Making a bridal dress is a complicated process. After picking the embroidery, Tong Zhi pulled Chu Jin to choose the colors of the silk satin.

Only then did Chu Jin realize,

Just the color red was divided into so many shades.

It made her dizzy to look at.

After selecting everything, it was 8 o’clock in the evening.

The lights were shining brightly in the old Mo family house.

Madam Mo and Zhao Yan sat in the living room, discussing the wedding date.

Chu Xiu was sitting on the side reading a book.

Three years had passed, and Chu Xiu had grown into a 16-year-old graceful youth, with delicate features and a unique air of nobility between his brows.

However, he didn’t bear the slightest resemblance to Chu Jin.

Over the years, because Mo Qingyi was not at home either, Zhao Yan had been living in the Mo family’s house.

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