Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 665 - 667, No Skeleton (second update)

Chapter 665: 667, No Skeleton (second update)

But at this moment, Mo Zhixuan lay on her bed, a rare event for him, and was sleeping very soundly.

He slept for two hours before slowly opening his eyes.

After waking up, Mo Zhixuan didn’t stay much longer in the villa, instead, he went to theking.

It was a company created single-handedly by Chu Jin, her life’s work, so even when Mo Zhixuan had left the secular world, he never gave up on theking.

The current person in charge of the company was still Qin Zhenglin.

In just one short year, Qin Zhenglin had developed theking into one of the top ten companies in the world. His only regret was that Chu Jin was not there to witness this grand occasion.

Even though Mo Zhixuan never told him where Chu Jin had gone, he could feel that her situation was not good, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been out of sight for an entire year.

She didn’t answer her phone, and she never came online on QQ or WeChat.

The Chu Jin of the past, albeit also rarely seen, never had such a problem.

At least, she would reply on QQ and WeChat.

"Mr. Mo, please head upstairs," Qin Zhenglin said respectfully, welcoming Mo Zhixuan to go upstairs.

"Mm, how’s the company doing recently?" Mo Zhixuan asked in a low voice, his tone unhurried.

Standing six feet and three inches tall, with long legs, he towered over Qin Zhenglin, his authoritative presence causing the company employees to look back again and again.

Wherever he went, Mo Zhixuan was always the center of attention.

In fact, the reason why theking had developed so well, aside from Qin Zhenglin’s own efforts, was also inseparable from Mo Zhixuan’s support.

With the shelter of Mo Group, even without Chu Jin, no one dared to provoke them.

Qin Zhenglin pressed the elevator button ahead of Mo Zhixuan, "Very good, you don’t need to worry."

"That’s good," Mo Zhixuan nodded slowly, "if there are any emergencies, you can contact Mo Group at any time, they will provide assistance immediately."

"Yes, I know, Mr. Mo," Qin Zhenglin continued, "By the way, Mr. Mo, I haven’t seen Jin for so long, may I ask... where exactly is she?"

In fact, Qin Zhenglin had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but had always held back.

Mo Zhixuan glanced at him, his expression unchanged, "She’s at home, you don’t need to worry."

Right then, the elevator door opened, and Qin Zhenglin respectfully held the door open, letting Mo Zhixuan exit first.

"Alright, I understand, then I will keep waiting at theking for her return."

In Qin Zhenglin’s heart, Chu Jin would always be his Jin. If Chu Jin never came back, he would wait at theking for her return for the rest of his life.

"Hmm," Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly, "She will be back."

They talked while walking towards the office.

"Mr. Mo, please take a seat," Qin Zhenglin pulled out an executive, swivel chair, while he himself stood beside Mo Zhixuan.

Mo Zhixuan leaned forward to sit in the main seat and picked up the financial reports and planning proposals from the desk to review them.

He and Chu Jin shared a common trait, being very serious when looking at such documents, lips tightly pressed, pen in hand, and if they found anything unreasonable, they would correct it immediately.

Moreover, the corrected content was always incredibly sensible, bringing enlightenment.

Over the past year, Mo Zhixuan visited theking every two months or so.

Chu Jin had never formally handed over theking for Mo Zhixuan to manage, but strangely, Qin Zhenglin did not resist Mo Zhixuan’s leadership and was thoroughly convinced by him.

About half an hour later, Mo Zhixuan finished correcting all the documents.

Qin Zhenglin considered his words, hesitated, and then spoke, "Mr. Mo... Can you tell me if something happened to Jin? Why hasn’t she come to the company?"

He was still worried about Chu Jin.

A whole year had gone by, and apart from that Weibo post, there was nearly no news from Chu Jin.

"No," Mo Zhixuan raised his head from a heap of documents, his deep phoenix eyes revealing no emotion, "How could someone as capable as her encounter trouble? She hasn’t come to the company because she doesn’t have the time. Don’t overthink it, focus on running theking well, and wait for Jin’s return."

Qin Zhenglin trusted Mo Zhixuan’s character, hesitated for a moment, and then affirmed decisively, "Alright, I trust you."

Mo Zhixuan stood up, patted Qin Zhenglin’s shoulder, and spoke slowly, "Keep up the hard work, who knows... maybe Jin will come with me next time."

At those words, a spark of hope flared in Qin Zhenglin’s eyes as he looked up at Mo Zhixuan, "Mr. Mo, are you serious?"

Mo Zhixuan did not respond, a faint smile flickering at the corner of his mouth, then he turned and left the office.

Qin Zhenglin immediately got up to see him off.

Upon leaving theking, Mo Zhixuan put on his sunglasses and walked through the bustling streets, deliberately concealing his appearance, so not many people noticed him.

The city hadn’t changed much from a year ago.

The pace of the pedestrians was still in a hurry.

Music emanated from the shops on both sides of the road.

"Waiting until the autumn leaves finally turn golden, waiting until the hair turns quietly gray, we agreed to meet at the old place..."

Listening to this familiar voice, Mo Zhixuan involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

Although he didn’t know the name of this song, he knew it was sung by Jin’s favorite male singer.

Mo Zhixuan had listened to all of the singer’s albums, but he had never heard this song.

Apparently, it was his new song.

After a brief pause, Mo Zhixuan then continued moving forward.

On a giant screen atop a skyscraper, a news broadcast was playing, the young female anchor’s face radiant with a standard yet warm smile.

"Today marks the fourth anniversary of the literary world’s queen, ’The Return of the Past’s,’ entrance into writing. Over the past four years, her debut masterpiece has created a miracle in the literary world by selling over a hundred billion copies..."

And then there was the cover image of "Blooms like Brocade", the live broadcast of the signing event that year.

The person on the screen, dressed in white with black pants, had clear and handsome features, every frown and smile so captivating.

The scene shifted, switching over to a young female anchor.

"Actually, I am also a fan of ’The Return of the Past.’ ’The Return of the Past’ has fulfilled all my imaginations of a goddess. I believe everyone here, like me, has gone through low points and periods of confusion. In those gray days, it was the words of ’The Return of the Past’ that brought hope and color to my life..."

The anchor spoke slowly, her voice nearly choking with emotion. Her voice was so infectious that even passersby standing under the large screen had reddened eyes.

Unknowingly, more and more people gathered below the big screen, none of them speaking, just looking up at the screen with rapt attention.

As the news drew to a close, the anchor said with a passionate voice, "It’s the first year since ’The Return of the Past’ has stopped writing, we look forward to the goddess’s return to the literary world, to go international, and to create further glories!"

Although Chu Jin had been out of the public eye for more than a year, not a single person had forgotten her.

She still shone like a ray of light, illuminating the way forward for people.

No matter how long, she still lived in people’s hearts.

Even after the news ended, the crowd below the screen had yet to disperse.

Mo Zhixuan slowly walked out of the crowd and went to Capital University.

It was yet another graduation season.

The campus was bustling, filled with students in their gowns, their faces brimming with youthful, lively smiles.

Mo Zhixuan walked slowly, and in a trance, amidst these students, he saw her figure again.

A year ago today, she was just like these students, dressed in a gown, weaving through the crowd.

Moving from the school uniform to a wedding dress was a very romantic thing.

But Mo Zhixuan never imagined that this romantic event would eventually turn into a matter of despair.

If he had foreseen such consequences,

he would never have been in such a hurry to marry her.

It could be said that the word ’wedding’ had left a deep shadow in Mo Zhixuan’s heart.

Mo Zhixuan walked slowly through the campus.

Before, it was always her accompanying him.

But today, he was alone.

Without realizing it, Mo Zhixuan approached the bulletin board.

On the board, Chu Jin’s seven-inch photo was still posted.

Next to the photo was Chu Jin’s personal information and the various awards she had won during her four years at university.

Someone had even left a handwritten note beside it.

[After Chu Jin, there’s no more campus belle.]

Many students were gathered around the bulletin board.

"My idol!"

"Gosh! Is she even human? Not only is she beautiful, but her literary talent is incredible too."

"Chu Jin senior is simply my life goal!"

"Do you know? I’ve been a fan of Sister Gu Ren since high school. It was because of her that I got into Capital University."

"Me too, me too, I also tried to get closer to Capital University because of the goddess."

"So my goddess really graduated from Capital University, huh."

"Even a passport photo is this pretty, truly unmatched!"

"Little Blue, take a photo for me here, and make sure to include the goddess’s picture too," a girl who had just graduated from high school handed her phone to her friend.

"Okay," the friend took the phone and struck a professional photography pose, "Look at the camera, one, two, three, cheese."

Chu Jin’s popularity at Capital University had never waned; indeed, she had created too many miracles at Capital University.

Although a Chinese literature student, she had won numerous awards in the medical department.

Despite being a literary writer, she had established her own company with her prowess, creating wonders in the history of technology.

Although just a naïve girl, she became the well-known National Goddess.

Although regarded as a worthless heiress for eighteen years, she became the master predictor, Chu the Master.

...

Mo Zhixuan stood aside, watching these students, his eyes gradually warming.

Until suddenly, a gentle female voice came from behind, breaking his reverie, "Mr. Mo?"

Mo Zhixuan turned back, looking at the girl in front of him, pondered for a moment, and then spoke, "Yin... Wu?"

"Yes, it’s me," Yin Wu nodded, "Why are you here, Mr. Mo? Is Jin with you? Did she come with you?"

After graduating from university, Yin Wu did not leave but stayed to pursue her master’s degree.

Soon, she would be in her second year.

Mo Zhixuan, holding a high and influential position and having only met her a few times, Yin Wu didn’t expect he would remember her name.

What Yin Wu didn’t know was that Mo Zhixuan remembered everything about Chu Jin very clearly.

Hearing this, Mo Zhixuan replied calmly, "Just passing by, and stopped by to have a look. Jin didn’t come with me."

"Oh," Yin Wu nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "I haven’t seen Jin for such a long time. Is she doing well recently?"

Mo Zhixuan replied tersely, "Quite well."

"That’s good," Yin Wu continued, "By the way, Mr. Mo, our dorm is having a reunion gathering at the end of next month. If Jin has time, please do me a favor and let her know to come if she can."

Since graduating, Chu Jin had lost contact with them, and her WeChat and QQ had never been active.

In the WeChat group of four, it was still lively every night, sharing or complaining about the day’s events, but Chu Jin was the only one missing.

Even on Weibo, Chu Jin had not logged in anymore.

No one knew where Chu Jin had gone.

"Mm." Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly.

After saying goodbye to Yin Wu, Mo Zhixuan walked towards the direction of the Mo family’s home.

While passing a crossroads,

Mo Zhixuan spotted a familiar fortune-telling stall.

The stall owner was a very young girl.

About 14 or 15 years old.

With a ponytail and wearing the uniform of South Bridge No.2 Middle School, she emanated youthfulness.

With delicate features, fair skin, and big, deer-like, expressive eyes, she was beautiful and eye-catching, about 1.6 meters tall, like a two-dimensional anime girl brought to life.

This was,

the little Lolita, Mo Pengpeng.

Years had passed, and the little Lolita had grown into a distinctive young girl.

"Excuse me, are you Master Chu?" an elderly person came up to ask.

In Capital City, everyone knew about Master Chu who was divinely articulate in fortune-telling.

Moreover, it was at this crossroads that Master Chu had become famous.

The little Lolita smiled slightly, "Grandma, I am not Master Chu, but Master Chu is my mentor and also the closest person to me in this world. Whatever you want to ask, you can ask me directly."

"Great," the elderly person said with a beaming smile, "If you are Master Chu’s disciple, I can rest easy. I want to inquire about the fortune of my household."

"Sure, please wait a moment," the little Lolita began to shuffle the cards swiftly as she spoke.

The Tarot cards in her hands seemed to come to life, changing into various patterns.

It was the same technique.

You could vaguely see Chu Jin’s shadow in her.

The little Lolita was commemorating Chu Jin in her special way.

She believed that one day, Brother Jin would appear here and see how outstanding she had become.

She wanted Brother Jin to see that she could stand on her own now.

Even if everyone believed that Chu Jin was no more in this world,

the little Lolita never believed it.

She knew Brother Jin must still be alive; Brother Jin couldn’t possibly bear to leave someone as adorable as her.

Hidden behind the camphor tree, Mo Zhixuan watched for a while, feeling his eyes grow warmer and warmer, and eventually, he left the place.

Almost everywhere he went, he could see Chu Jin’s shadow.

The Mo home.

It was the old butler who received Mo Zhixuan.

This was the first time Mo Zhixuan had stepped into the Mo home in the past year.

Before,

he never had the courage to come here.

Because Chu Jin had been buried here.

Seeing Mo Zhixuan return, the old butler was very excited, "Young Master Nine, you are back."

"Uncle Wang." Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly.

Uncle Wang smiled, ushering Mo Zhixuan into the house, "Young Master Nine, how have the old Madam, Madam Tong, and the Miss been recently?"

Mo Zhixuan took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, "They are all very well, Uncle Wang, don’t worry."

Since Chu Jin’s departure, Mo Zhixuan seemed to have developed an even greater addiction to smoking; smoking became the solace for his spirit.

Only with it, could he numb himself and stop thinking about her.

"Then..." Uncle Wang hesitated for a moment before asking, "Is there any news about Mrs. Nine?"

Uncle Wang knew he shouldn’t ask, which would only make Mo Zhixuan more upset.

But his health was deteriorating, and he feared that one day his legs would fail him and he would miss the good news.

He didn’t want to leave this world with regrets.

"Yes," Mo Zhixuan nodded lightly, "Uncle Wang, take good care of your health. Next time, I’ll come back with Jin to see you."

"Young Master Nine!" Uncle Wang looked at Mo Zhixuan excitedly, "Are you serious? Is there really news of Mrs. Nine?"

Mo Zhixuan slowly exhaled a ring of smoke, "Yes."

Uncle Wang still felt as if he were in a dream, somewhat at a loss.

He was happy for Mo Zhixuan and happy for the Mo family.

He just knew that Lady Nine, being so kind and perfectly matched with the young master, wouldn’t have fallen so early.

After chatting with Uncle Wang for a while, Mo Zhixuan went to the back garden.

The solitary grave was still there.

The tombstone read, "Tomb of my wife, Chu Jin."

There was a bouquet of fresh flowers placed in front of the tombstone; apparently, someone had visited her before him.

To come to the Mo family’s house without making a sound.

It could have been Mo Qianjue or Xuanyuan Shangchen.

However, by now, who had visited no longer mattered.

Mo Zhixuan stood in front of the tombstone, slowly took off his sunglasses, and peered into the deep phoenix eyes that revealed no particular emotion.

Suddenly, Zi Qi’s words echoed in his mind, and Mo Zhixuan conjured a shovel from thin air, bowed before the tomb, and started digging through the dirt, shovel by shovel.

Mo Zhixuan dug for a long time, creating a deep pit in the ground, yet he still couldn’t find the ice coffin he had personally buried a year ago.

Nor did he find any human remains.

Instead.

The deeper he dug, the moister the soil became, and if one listened closely, the resounding sound of a river’s rapid flow could be clearly heard.

Could this be?

An underground river?

Mo Zhixuan frowned slightly, grabbing a handful of soil to sniff lightly at his nose.

Indeed.

This was an underground river, and by the sound of the rushing water, it was flowing toward the east.

The Superpower World was to the east.

Mo Zhixuan had lived here for nearly twenty years, and this was the first time he discovered that there was an underground river beneath the old Mo family estate.

It must have been a fortuitous coincidence that the ice coffin drifted away with the river’s current.

At this moment, Mo Zhixuan no longer had any doubts about Zi Qi’s words.

Since she couldn’t be found in the secular world, she would definitely appear at the Hundred Flowers Festival.

With that thought, Mo Zhixuan leaped from the pit to the ground and refilled the dug-up soil back into the hole.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the grave was immediately restored to its original state, as if it had never been touched.

**

Superpower World.

As the day of the Hundred Flowers Festival approached, the streets became increasingly lively.

In recent days, the price of flowers had been soaring.

Scenic flowers could be seen everywhere along the roads.

The people of the Superpower World had a high level of civility and strong awareness of environmental protection; even though flowers were expensive in the shops, they would not casually pick the ones on the roadside.

"Little Jinjin, you definitely haven’t had lunch yet, look what I’ve prepared for you?" Bai Ruyu suddenly appeared behind Chu Jin, placing the lunch box on her table.

It was lunchtime, and there weren’t many customers for divination, so Chu Jin was fairly free.

She was casually watching TV with her legs crossed.

Sitting with crossed legs wasn’t considered a very elegant posture, but somehow, when Chu Jin did it, it gave off a different kind of beauty, pleasing to the eyes.

"Scaring me half to death, do you know that?" Chu Jin looked at Bai Ruyu and slightly raised her eyebrows.

Bai Ruyu touched his face, "How could someone as pretty as me scare you to death? Little Jinjin, you really have a sense of humor."

"Heh." Chu Jin scoffed coldly.

Although Bai Ruyu wasn’t bad looking, to describe him as "pretty" would certainly be inappropriate—he was at best passable.

Compared to the man deeply etched in her memory, he was far from it.

Although Chu Jin had always been unable to see the true face of the person from the depths of her memory clearly.

But she felt, he must be much better looking than this Bai Ruyu.

"Little Jinjin, come and eat, see the meal I’ve personally prepared for you." Saying so, Bai Ruyu lifted the lid of the lunchbox, and instantly, an enticing fragrance wafted out.

Little Grey excitedly stood up from the ground.

It smelled damn amazing.

"Thanks, but take it back," Chu Jin said softly as she glanced upwards, her tone nonchalant, "I’ve already eaten."

Offering unwarranted help often indicates ulterior motives, which was a concept Chu Jin understood well.

It was a meal prepared by Bai Ruyu’s own hands.

The significance was too great.

She simply couldn’t accept it.

Although Chu Jin had lost her memory, she wasn’t foolish; she knew that when a man offers gifts to a woman, it’s seldom as simple as wanting to be friends.