Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 677 - 679, Cold Butterfly Possession (Polished, Second Update)

Chapter 677: 679, Cold Butterfly Possession (Polished, Second Update)

"Out of sight, out of mind," Mo Qingyi stood up directly from the sofa, "Mom, I’m heading to the unit. I might not be coming back these few days."

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she’d be pissed to death by that Luo Yu!

Her tolerance wasn’t as big as the Old Madame’s!

"Mm," The Old Madame Mo nodded, "Be careful on the road."

The Mo family was indeed a bit toxic now, and Mo Qingyi’s temporary departure was for the best, lest she get into another conflict with Luo Yu.

Halfway to the door, Mo Qingyi turned back and looked at the Old Madame Mo before asking, "Mom, have you told my brother about Luo Yu’s pregnancy?"

She didn’t believe that Mo Zhixuan could tolerate such a Luo Yu.

In fact, Mo Qingyi still had some doubts whether the child in Luo Yu’s stomach was really Mo Zhixuan’s.

With Mo Zhixuan’s character, he shouldn’t be capable of such a thing!

"Not yet," The Old Madame Mo shook her head, "Agent Li said your brother has been busy with some important matters recently and his phone is out of reach. Let’s not tell him about this for now. Important matters come first, to avoid distraction. We’ll wait until he comes back to talk about it."

Mo Qingyi nodded, signifying her understanding, "Then I’m off, Mom. Don’t always indulge that Luo Yu, agreeing to every excessive demand she makes. I don’t believe she’d willingly leave our family."

Isn’t Luo Yu just relying on her pregnancy? Mouthing off about leaving the Mo family as a threat, but in reality, where would she be willing to leave the Mo family?

Mo Qingyi might be a bit blunt, but she wasn’t stupid.

She had long seen through Luo Yu’s intentions.

"Mom knows her limits. Don’t worry," The Old Madame counted her Buddha Beads, then said, "Go ahead, I’m here, so you don’t have to worry about home."

Mo Qingyi pouted, "Just be careful on your own, and don’t let Luo Yu bully you. Remember to call me if anything happens."

"Alright, rest assured, she can’t bully me," The Old Madame rose to see her off.

Mo Qingyi casually took a hat from the servant’s hand, placing it on her head, hiding her outstanding features.

Outside the door was parked a domineering SUV.

Mo Qingyi didn’t even bother to open the door; she placed her hands on the car window and leapt into the driver’s seat with such flair.

This caused the nearby servants to feel like whistling.

After jumping into the driver’s seat, Mo Qingyi put on her sunglasses, started the engine, held the steering wheel with one hand, and gestured a casual wave to the Old Madame outside the window with the other.

The Old Madame also waved back at her until the SUV disappeared from sight, then she walked back into the house.

The SUV sped all the way, and finally entered a military base on the outskirts of Superpower World.

Desolate around the military base, the outermost perimeter boasted watchtowers, surveillance posts, automatic machine gun stands, concrete walls, and barbed wire.

It looked very solemn and imposing.

As she neared the military base, the sounds of training could be heard from within.

If a stranger heard this, it would surely ignite a fiery passion to become a soldier within them.

Mo Qingyi parked the car and stepped out, and the sentry on duty immediately gave her a military salute, "Greetings, Officer."

Although Mo Qingyi wasn’t in uniform, she still gave the sentry a standard military salute in return, "Hard at work!"

At that moment, even though she wasn’t wearing a uniform, the righteous aura that was special to soldiers was all at once apparent, her bearing was spirited and impressive, exuding a powerful presence that demanded equal respect as any man.

Mo Qingyi whistled as she walked on.

She finally had a break and had planned to rest well at home; instead, she had to deal with that despicable Luo Yu.

She felt much better in the unit where she didn’t have to see someone as disgusting as Luo Yu.

Mo Qingyi went straight to the dorm to take a shower and then laid down on the bed, drifting into a deep sleep.

The soundproofing of the dormitory was effective; lying in bed, not a hint of the outside training could be heard.

Poland Mountain.

Night fell in the blink of an eye.

Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan arrived in Uncle Wu and Aunt Lin’s bedroom to check Aunt Lin’s pulse.

By night, Aunt Lin was visibly weaker than during the day, her complexion somewhat pale, but she still forcefully insisted, smiling as she said she was fine.

Chu Jin sat by the bed, first reaching out to touch Aunt Lin’s forehead, then placing her hand on Aunt Lin’s pulse.

Aunt Lin’s pulse was very unstable, and the beating was irregular. Chu Jin frowned subtly, and immediately pulled out silver needles from her pocket, quickly inserting them into various acupoints on Aunt Lin’s body.

Golden Needle?

Uncle Wu was stunned; when they were on the mountain, he had never taught Chu Jin the use of Golden Needles; she simply didn’t know how.

In just a few short months, Chu Jin had even learned how to use the Golden Needles.

Indeed, she was a prodigy of ancient medicine.

He really hadn’t misjudged her at the beginning.

Uncle Wu felt very relieved.

As soon as the Golden Needles were inserted into Aunt Lin’s acupoints, she slowly fell asleep, her breathing even and steady.

Seeing this, Uncle Wu asked with some surprise, "Jin, your godmother... why did she suddenly fall asleep?"

"It’s a normal reaction, you don’t need to worry," Chu Jin said, barely lifting her eyes.

"Oh," Uncle Wu nodded, then continued, "By the way, Jin, what’s wrong with your godmother? What kind of illness does she have?"

Seeing Chu Jin’s demeanor, one knew she must have diagnosed the cause of the illness.

Chu Jin slightly furrowed her brow and said, "Don’t worry, godfather, godmother isn’t seriously ill and isn’t sick either. She’s just been infested by a Chanderlie in the mountains. Fortunately, we’ve discovered it in time. Once I remove the Chanderlie, she’ll be all right."

Because Aunt Lin wasn’t really sick, Uncle Wu couldn’t diagnose the cause.

The old couple had lived here for half their lives, never imagining they would be inhabited by a Chanderlie at a time like this.

The Chanderlie is a parasite that lives deep in the mountains. It’s slender and appears transparent. As soon as it comes in contact with living beings, it burrows into the body through pores. Normally, it survives by absorbing the marrow and blood from living creatures. It’s named "Chanderlie" because it has a pair of soft wings on its body.

If a Chanderlie infests a host for more than three months, it can cause hallucinations, a state of constant drowsiness, and even control a person’s brain, turning the host into a puppet.

Uncle Wu and Aunt Lin had been safe all these years here, which meant they had grasped the rules of survival in this place, knowing how to avoid such harm. So why now was Aunt Lin suddenly infested with a Chanderlie?

This was somewhat unusual.

Clearly, there was someone behind the scenes orchestrating this.

After all, what could be worth harming two elderly people?

For wealth?

Uncle Wu and Aunt Lin had long resided in the deep mountains, living a simple life, far removed from the hustle of the world, barely possessing any substantial wealth.

But if it wasn’t for wealth,

what else could it be?

Chu Jin narrowed her eyes slightly, a myriad of thoughts swirling within. On reflection, Jian Yi had been full of defenses against her from the start, acting as if he feared she would take something precious from the elderly couple.

So, what could Uncle Wu and Aunt Lin possibly have on their person?

Uncle Wu frowned slightly, looking at Chu Jin, and asked, "Jin, are you sure you haven’t made a diagnostic error?"

"I’m certain," Chu Jin nodded. "It definitely is a Chanderlie infestation. You can listen to godmother’s pulse. A normal person’s heart rate averages 70 to 80 beats per minute, yet godmother’s heart rate fluctuates rapidly, spiking to over 150 beats per minute and, at its slowest, falling below 50. These are the symptoms of a Chanderlie infestation."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Wu immediately placed his hand on Aunt Lin’s pulse. After a moment, he frowned, because what Chu Jin said was exactly right.

But was it really possessed by the Cold Butterfly?

Uncle Wu wasn’t sure either.

After all, Chu Jin was young and lacking in experience; if by any chance the wrong medicine was used, it would be too late for regrets.

Since it was about the life and death of Aunt Lin, Uncle Wu was more cautious.

Understanding Uncle Wu’s concerns, Chu Jin continued, "Godfather, people possessed by the Cold Butterfly exhale breaths that are icy cold. Why not reach out and feel Godmother’s breath?"

Uncle Wu immediately reached out towards Aunt Lin’s nose.

The moment he did, Uncle Wu’s face changed, and he looked up at Chu Jin, "Jin, there’s no time to waste. Hurry and extract the Cold Butterfly from your Godmother."

Chu Jin shook her head, "Not yet. It’s not that simple to extract the Cold Butterfly successfully. Moreover, we are lacking a few medicinal herbs. For now, we can only suppress the Cold Butterfly inside Godmother to stop it from growing. I will go up the mountain to gather herbs first thing tomorrow morning."

"Then I’ll go with you," Uncle Wu added quickly, being more experienced in gathering herbs.

"No need," Chu Jin replied with a slight shake of her head, "You should stay at home to take care of Godmother. Plus, I’m worried that you might be possessed by the Cold Butterfly as well. It’s best if you don’t go. Besides, with Godmother in this condition, she can’t be left alone."

At her words, Uncle Wu turned pale and immediately placed his left hand on the pulse of his right wrist. The pulse indeed was almost the same as Aunt Lin’s.

However, because he was healthy and frequently worked in the pharmacy, he hadn’t shown any symptoms yet.

Seeing this, Chu Jin knew she was right and took out a black pill from her pocket, handing it to Uncle Wu, "Godfather, this medicine can suppress the growth of the Cold Butterfly. Take it for now. Don’t worry; it’s not a big problem. As long as I’m here, I can definitely extract the Cold Butterfly from both you and Godmother."

As long as the Cold Butterfly was detected in time, it wasn’t a big problem, just that the treatment would take some time.

"Mm, Jin, I believe in you," Uncle Wu nodded without hesitation and swallowed the pill.

Chu Jin did not speak further and gently bowed to remove all the Golden Needles from Aunt Lin.

After removing the Golden Needles, Chu Jin fed another pill to Aunt Lin and then said, "Godfather, I’m going to go back to rest with Mo Zhixuan. You should rest well too. Good night."

Uncle Wu stood up to see the two out, "Mm, you two go rest. Jin, you and Zhixuan can stay in the room you used to occupy. Your Godmother cleans it every day; it’s not dirty, so rest assured."

Since these two were formerly a couple, it was normal for them to live together, so Uncle Wu saw nothing untoward about this arrangement.

At this, the corners of Mo Zhixuan’s mouth lifted in a barely there smile.

He was starting to appreciate his godfather more and more.

He handled things nothing short of beautifully.

"Thank you, Godfather. You don’t have to see us out; you should head back and rest," Mo Zhixuan said, turning to Uncle Wu.

Uncle Wu stopped and then added, "All right, then you two should go on up. Zhixuan, if you’re not comfortable there, or if you need anything at all, remember to tell me."

Mo Zhixuan was an important figure, after all; one couldn’t afford to have him feel slighted.

"Mm," Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly.

Seeing Mo Zhixuan nod so naturally, Chu Jin reached out and knocked on his head, then turned to Uncle Wu, "Godfather, you don’t have to be so polite with him. Please go and rest; we’re going up now."

With that, Chu Jin pulled Mo Zhixuan towards the stairs.

The wooden staircase creaked loudly under their feet.

The second floor of the cabin had several vacant rooms, screened off with beaded curtains, which lent them an antique charm.

"Jin, with so many rooms, which one is yours?" Mo Zhixuan asked, following her.

Chu Jin kept walking forward as she responded, "Just around the corner ahead."

In her heart, she felt a bit uneasy and nervous. Although she knew her relationship with Mo Zhixuan had been very close in the past, after all, this was the first time she was going to live in the same room with a man since her memory loss.

Chu Jin’s bedroom was large, with an attached bathroom, which was very convenient.

Indeed, as Uncle Wu had said, the room was clean and tidy, with a pleasant fragrance permeating the air.

It was clear that the place was often cleaned.

Chu Jin walked to the table to pour a glass of water for Mo Zhixuan, "Drink some water, and, by the way, the bathroom is over there, you can go take a shower first."

No sooner had she spoken than Chu Jin regretted it!

Heavens.

Why would she say something like that?

Who asks someone to take a bath as soon as they enter the house?

It felt somewhat strange.

But the words were already out, and it was too late for regrets.

Mo Zhixuan took the cup and had a sip of water, then calmly said, "Alright, I will go now."

Seeing that Mo Zhixuan didn’t show any particular reaction, Chu Jin finally felt relieved.

Soon, the sound of water running came from the bathroom.

It was only then that Chu Jin abruptly remembered, there were no suitable clothes here for Mo Zhixuan to wear...

It was not until Mo Zhixuan came out that Chu Jin realized she had been overthinking it all.

Mo Zhixuan had a space of his own, what kind of clothes didn’t he have there?

As he buttoned his cuffs and stepped out, he casually said, "I’m done, your turn to go in."

The diamond cufflinks reflected the cold light under the lamp, somewhat dazzling.

"Oh." Chu Jin picked up her pajamas and headed for the bathroom.

Passing by Mo Zhixuan, she distinctly smelled the handmade soap scent emanating from him.

This handmade soap was something she had crafted herself with various plants and flowers while she was in the mountains.

The scent was very nice.

Now, smelling this scent on Mo Zhixuan felt even more extraordinary, and inexplicably, her heartbeat quickened.

Chu Jin entered the bathroom.

Mo Zhixuan lay on the bed, clothed, listening to the sound of water from the bathroom.

About an hour later, she finally came out.

Chu Jin thought to herself that it had been such a long time, Mo Zhixuan must have fallen asleep by now.

But to her surprise, when she came out, Mo Zhixuan was still lying on his side on the bed, one hand propping up his head and the other resting by his waist, looking at her with bright eyes.

Chu Jin’s heart gave an unexplained tremble, and she slowly moved to the edge of the bed, cautiously asked, "Why haven’t you slept yet?"

"Waiting for you," Mo Zhixuan replied languidly.

Seeing Mo Zhixuan still lying there unmoving, Chu Jin tiptoed a few steps closer, "Waiting for me? You could have gone to sleep first."

Mo Zhixuan slowly shifted his gaze, looked into Chu Jin’s eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved into a faint smile.

Chu Jin involuntarily stepped back, "I just remembered, I haven’t washed my clothes yet, I’ll go wash them now." With that, she turned and strode toward the bathroom.

However, before Chu Jin could get close to the bathroom door, she was suddenly swept off her feet with a firm arm around her waist.

"What are you doing? Put me down quickly." Chu Jin slapped at his back.

...

Before long, a pitter-patter of light rain started to fall outside.