Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 644 - 646, he said he knows the news about Jin Ge (first update)

Chapter 644: 646, he said he knows the news about Jin Ge (first update)

"Pengpeng, stop it!" Chu Xiu came over to stop the little girl’s actions, struggling to speak, "My sister... she’s dead."

Dead?

The little girl’s eyes widened.

She looked at Chu Xiu in disbelief.

That can’t be.

Jin was so powerful.

She couldn’t be dead.

"Xiu brother, stop joking around..." The little girl tried hard to squeeze out a smile, "Jin... isn’t she sleeping there just fine? She’s not dead, you’re joking with me, aren’t you?"

Chu Xiu immediately burst into tears.

The little girl’s eyes widened, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face, her small figure collapsing and kneeling on the ground, her young face etched with despair.

Jin was her hero.

As the rain grew heavier.

It became hard to tell if the faces around were wet from tears or rain.

Throughout the process, Mo Zhixuan remained calm.

He even joined the others, lifting the ice coffin into the grave, then picked up a shovel to start covering it with soil.

Watching as the dirt slowly buried the ice coffin.

"What are you doing!" The little girl suddenly stood up, jumped into the grave, and shielded the ice coffin, yelling, "What are you doing! Do you want to kill Jin? Stop it right now!"

The little girl lay on top of the ice coffin, wiping off the dirt with her sleeves, "Jin, don’t be scared, I’m here to protect you..."

Tears fell, drop by drop, onto the ice coffin.

She was going to protect Jin.

Before, it was always Jin who protected her, but now, she had grown up and could protect Jin.

As long as she was around, nobody was allowed to hurt Jin!

"Pengpeng, don’t do this, Jin has already left us, let her rest in peace," Tong Zhi also jumped down, trying to take the little girl away.

But the little girl, as if she had changed into someone else, pushed Tong Zhi away, "Bad people, all of you bad people, you can’t hurt Jin! If you’re going to bury Jin, then bury me with her!"

"Don’t hurt Jin!" The little girl trembled, her vision blurring, "None of you are allowed to hurt Jin!"

"Pengpeng, calm down," Chu Xiu also jumped down, sobbing, "My sister... she really left! Let her leave peacefully, will you stop the fuss, please?"

The little girl always listened to Chu Xiu, but this time, she was deaf to his pleas.

"Bad person! You’re a bad person too! I will never call you ’Xiu brother’ again..." The little girl wailed, pushing the dirt off the ice coffin, saying, "Jin, Jin, please wake up, will you? Please wake up, Jin..."

But the person in the ice coffin remained still, as if asleep.

The little girl was stubborn.

Hugging the ice coffin, no one could pull her away.

Mo Zhixuan walked behind the little girl and gently chopped at the back of her neck.

Everything went black for the little girl, and she collapsed into Chu Xiu’s arms.

But, even in unconsciousness, the little girl’s eyebrows were still tightly furrowed.

"Take her back to rest first," Mo Zhixuan said to Chu Xiu, his voice indifferent.

Chu Xiu nodded gently, then carried the little girl back to the room.

The funeral continued.

All through it, except for the soft sobbing, no other sounds were heard.

When Chu Xiu came back again.

The gravestone had already been erected.

Mo Zhixuan stood in front of the gravestone, wordless, his expression solemn, his thin lips tightly pursed, his silhouette desolate to the point of being terrifying.

There were clearly other people standing around.

But Chu Xiu still noticed his figure at first glance.

He exuded an air of desolation and near despair, perhaps only someone with no attachment to this world could emit such an aura.

The others had already cried themselves out.

Only he remained unusually calm, not a single tear shed.

"Mom, is my brother going to be alright..." Mo Qingyi approached Boss Mo’s wife and asked in a low voice.

These days.

Mo Zhixuan had not touched a drop of water or a grain of rice, and had visibly lost weight, with blue stubble sprouting on his chin, giving him an indescribably deflated appearance.

She had never seen Mo Zhixuan like this.

Boss Mo’s wife let out a soft sigh, her voice somewhat hoarse, "It’s okay... your brother... will surely get through it."

Will he get through it?

Boss Mo’s wife wasn’t sure herself; Mo Zhixuan was too calm, a calmness that made Boss Mo’s wife feel afraid. Was this the calm before the storm? She dared not imagine how Mo Zhixuan would erupt after bottling everything up inside.

After the funeral was over.

Mo Zhixuan walked towards the Mo family ancestral hall with the spirit tablet in his hands, Mo Qingyi holding an umbrella beside him. Throughout the walk, Mo Zhixuan’s expression never changed, his deep eyes seemed frozen.

It wasn’t until he carefully placed Chu Jin’s spirit tablet among the many others in the ancestral hall.

That Mo Qingyi realized something terrifying.

Next to Chu Jin’s spirit tablet, it clearly read, "The spirit tablet of the late husband, Mo Zhixuan."

Mo Zhixuan had actually prepared a spirit tablet for himself... Only the deceased have spirit tablets in the ancestral hall.

Clearly, other people in the hall had noticed this as well.

The air was silent to the point of being terrifying.

Mo Qingyi felt dizzy, her steps faltered, and she stumbled several paces backward. If Duanmu Zhe hadn’t caught her in time, she would have fallen right into the furnace that was burning beside them.

"Xuan’er..." In just a few days, Boss Mo’s wife seemed to have aged over ten years. She looked at Mo Zhixuan as if she had thousands of words to say to him.

But as if knowing what she was about to say, Mo Zhixuan gently lifted his hand to indicate that she didn’t need to speak.

Boss Mo’s wife sighed softly and remained silent, both helpless and heartbroken. It seemed that Mo Zhixuan really might not be able to get over this hurdle.

"Sister," Tong Zhi wiped her tears and approached Boss Mo’s wife, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but found herself unable to start.

The men of the Mo family had always been deeply emotional, and Mo Zhixuan was a particularly obstinate person. The decisions he made were unchangeable by anyone.

Unless.

Chu Jin came back to life.

Ding Siyu watched all this, unable to hold back, and started crying softly on Han Zixiu’s shoulder.

Almost everyone was present.

Only Zhao Yan was absent.

The news of Chu Jin’s death was too much for her to bear, causing her to become delusional, often speaking nonsense. Fearing another shock to her, they decided not to have her attend the funeral.

Chu Jin’s death was not announced publicly.

So, other than those close to her, the news remained unknown.

After the funeral was over.

Chu Xiu didn’t stay at the Mo family’s place but instead went back to Huagui Park.

Zhao Yan was still waiting for her at home.

Her sister was gone.

In the future, he would take good care of Aunt.

He wouldn’t let his sister down.

When Chu Xiu arrived home,

Zhao Yan had already prepared the meal and was waiting for him.

As usual,

she set out three sets of tableware.

It gave Chu Xiu the illusion that his sister was still alive.

"Ah Xiu, you’re back from school? Hurry upstairs and call your sister down for dinner. I’ve been up to call her several times already, but she just refuses to come down," Zhao Yan said with a smiling face.

Her complexion looked very poor, with deep crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes.

"Auntie..." Chu Xiu tried very hard not to cry out, but the rest of his words just couldn’t come out.

Auntie couldn’t take any more shocks.

"What’s wrong?" Zhao Yan asked with concern. "Did something happen at school? Tell Auntie, and I’ll talk to your teacher for you."

"No," Chu Xiu shook his head, trying to muster a slight smile, then said, "I just suddenly remembered my sister called me to say she won’t be coming home for dinner tonight."

"Not coming back?" Zhao Yan slightly frowned. "That girl, why didn’t she tell me herself?"

"Auntie, let’s eat quickly; I’m starving," Chu Xiu picked up his bowl and hastily shoveled rice into his mouth, swallowing it down with his tears.

The taste was like chewing wax.

Over at the Mo family’s place,

Mo Zhixuan had kept himself locked in his room, refusing to step out.

He didn’t even care about the company anymore.

It had been like this for three straight days.

Until the last day came.

Pengpeng couldn’t stand it anymore and quietly snuck into Mo Zhixuan’s room, hopping onto his shoulder and whispering in his ear, "Sir, Brother Jin might still be alive; you need to cheer up."

A light suddenly flashed in Mo Zhixuan’s long-dull eyes, "What did you say?"

"I said, Brother Jin is still alive; she must be alive," Pengpeng spoke very earnestly. "I am Brother Jin’s contracted spirit beast, I can sense that Brother Jin is out there; although her aura is very weak, please believe me, she must still be alive."

At these words,

a flicker of light suddenly appeared in Mo Zhixuan’s dim eyes.

From that day on, Mo Zhixuan’s movements became unpredictable.

He could only be seen late at night.

No matter how late,

he would return home.

What if Jin came home and couldn’t find him; what then?

He couldn’t let Jin be sad again.

The latest post on Chu Jin’s Weibo was still from the day she and Mo Zhixuan registered their marriage.

Two red books, a pair of diamond rings.

The over two million comments below were all blessings for her.

But lately, most of the comments looked like this:

"Goddess, goddess, your Weibo is about to grow grass!"

"Damn it, I’ve gotten used to the goddess showing off every day, and suddenly when she goes quiet, it feels like something’s missing..."

"Goddess, give us dog food!"

"It seems pretty quiet over at the Mo family’s head as well."

"The couple is newly married, of course, they don’t have time for Weibo."

"Suddenly I have a premonition, Goddess’s next post would probably be about showing off her baby?"

"Hahaha, I’m really looking forward to the goddess turning into a baby-showing fanatic!"

"After scrolling through the goddess’s Weibo, I go to Boss Mo’s Weibo and laugh like a kind old mother throughout."

"Goddess, when are you going to come back and show off again~"

"Goddess, after you got Boss Mo, do you not love us anymore?"

"I beg the goddess to post on Weibo, even if it’s showing off, I’m willing to see it!"

In the dim room, with the curtains pulled tight, not even a fly could get in, Mo Zhixuan sat on the sofa, scrolling through her Weibo posts one by one, the corners of his mouth lifting into a very faint smile.

Looking at these posts,

it felt like she was still alive.

Right.

She must be alive.

Mo Zhixuan’s hand holding the phone gradually tightened until his knuckles turned white.

The bridal room remained the same, the bright red ’double happiness’ character still conspicuous, her shoes still on the shoe rack.

Her clothes were still hanging in the wardrobe.

It was as if her scent still lingered in the air.

Mo Zhixuan’s hair had turned almost completely white, just sitting there on the sofa, staring at the phone, looking back on the past, not saying a word.

Mo Qingyi pushed open the door and, seeing Mo Zhixuan like this, suddenly remembered a phrase.

Worse than death.

Apart from him, hardly anyone believed Chu Jin was still alive.

They had watched Chu Jin being buried with their own eyes.

Watched as Chu Jin’s face was gradually covered by soil.

Every time she thought of these things, she felt somewhat suffocated.

Mo Qingyi steadied her mind, reached out, and pushed the switch.

With a "clack," a harsh white light filled the room.

Mo Zhixuan looked toward the source of the light with an expressionless gaze, then, as if not seeing Mo Qingyi, coldly shifted his eyes away.

"Brother," Mo Qingyi spoke softly.

Mo Zhixuan asked in a flat tone, "What is it?"

"Brother, there’s someone downstairs who wants to see you."

"I don’t want to see anyone," Mo Zhixuan’s demeanor was like dead waters of the deep sea, devoid of any ripple.

He was like an ice sculpture, devoid of any emotion.

Mo Qingyi looked at him and then said, "He claims to have news about Brother Jin."

"What?" Mo Zhixuan swiftly stood up, like a withered tree in spring, and his voice quivered with uncontrollable urgency, "Quickly, take me to see him!"

"Okay," Mo Qingyi nodded, her eyes flashing with worry.

The person downstairs.

No one recognized him.

His attire made him seem like a Jianghu shaman, and his speech was disconnected and incoherent.

Everyone knew he was a scammer.

But the old lady of the Mo family still let him in.

And treated him with due respect.

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