Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 707 - 709 (second part of the update)

Chapter 707: 709 (second part of the update)

It makes sense, after all, her womb currently harbors the Mo family’s bloodline. Who else should the elder Mrs. Mo dote upon if not her?

"That’s not necessarily true," Luo Yu said, holding her belly and taking a few steps forward, "Aunt Mo, as long as you recognize the situation from now on, that’s enough. You know very well that this child can do without anyone except its own mother. Anyway, I won’t waste more words with you. If you find it troublesome to call Qingyi up, then you can just support me personally."

The result of being supported by the elder Mrs. Mo is much better than being supported by Mo Qingyi.

After all, nearly everyone in the Chu family recognizes the elder Mrs. Mo.

Being supported by her would further highlight her own distinguished status.

"What if I refuse to support you?" the elder Mrs. Mo said, her expression unchanged.

"Refuse?" Luo Yu looked askance at the elder Mrs. Mo and continued, "Aunt Mo, don’t you think you’re overstepping a bit?" Did this old hag really think that just because she had slapped her twice, she could now manipulate her at will?

Luo Yu was not someone to be easily bullied!

"Let me tell you, if you won’t even meet this minor request of mine, then forget about holding your grandson!" Luo Yu’s eyes turned fierce, and she casually picked up a knife, pressing it against her own neck.

After all, Luo Yu was not threatening the elder Mrs. Mo for the first time.

Because Luo Yu knew that the elder Mrs. Mo cared a lot about the child in her womb.

Thus, Luo Yu resorted to the same trick again.

"Ah, how can you wield a knife? Put it down quickly. What if you hurt the child in your womb?" the elder Mrs. Mo said pretendedly anxiously.

Hearing this, a triumphant gleam appeared in Luo Yu’s eyes.

She knew for sure that the elder Mrs. Mo wouldn’t bear to see anything happen to the child in her womb.

This time, she had gambled right, again!

Luo Yu narrowed her eyes and looked at the elder Mrs. Mo, then said, "If you still want to protect these children, then please cooperate a bit. Otherwise, your precious grandsons might just turn into a puddle of blood!"

"Heh heh..."

The elder Mrs. Mo laughed out loud, with a clearly visible mocking look in her eyes. She looked at Luo Yu and said sarcastically, "Oh, is that so? They will turn into blood? That’s so terrifying! I’m begging you, please don’t die, but if you really must die, could you please do it quickly and spare us the nuisance?"

In fact, from the beginning to the end, the elder Mrs. Mo was just toying with Luo Yu, wanting to let her taste the flavor of despair as well.

To give her hope, then to lead her to disappointment.

That feeling must be delightful, right?

The elder Mrs. Mo sneered, and when she looked at Luo Yu, it was as if she was looking at a clown jumping on a beam. Luo Yu had troubled her the same way once, and this was nothing but a tit for tat.

There was nothing unfair about it.

People like Luo Yu should be made aware that there is a concept in this world called despair.

"You old hag! Do you even realize what you are saying!" Luo Yu stood up agitatedly.

This damned old crone! Still thinking she can threaten me?

The elder Mrs. Mo just looked at Luo Yu with a very sharp gaze, as if she could peel away layers of a person’s heart and see the rotten core directly.

For someone like Luo Yu, the elder Mrs. Mo was too lazy to even slap her. Hitting her would be sullying her own hands!

"You old hag! Did you even hear what I said? If you keep this up, I, I," Luo Yu tightened her grip on the dagger, "I’m really going to do it!"

The tip of the knife pierced Luo Yu’s neck skin, and fresh red blood trickled out.

Luo Yu thought to herself that upon seeing her like this, the elder Mrs. Mo would surely be scared stiff, and then she would have to accede to all her demands.

It seems she needed to show some ruthlessness to deal with this damned old crone!

"That’s right! I want Chu Jin to personally apologize to me! No, to kneel down and apologize!" Luo Yu continued.

But the elder Mrs. Mo acted as if she hadn’t heard Luo Yu’s words at all, "If you’re going to die, get on with it! Why dawdle? Do you really think you amount to something? Expecting my daughter-in-law to apologize to you? What an audacious request!"

"What did you say!" Luo Yu widened her eyes in disbelief, "You old hag! What are you saying! How dare you talk to me like that!"

Luo Yu was nearly driven to rage!

This old hag! What on earth was she trying to do? She was actually indifferent to her own life and death! She dared to say that Chu Jin was her daughter-in-law, then what does that make herself?

Did she really want to exchange the mother’s life for the child’s survival?

Not even think about it! Luo Yu wasn’t one to be trifled with!

Luo Yu frowned and looked at the elder Mrs. Mo, threatening, "Old woman, who did you say is your daughter-in-law? If you don’t make yourself clear today, I’m not going back to the Mo family with you! You’ll never get to hold your grandson!"

Luo Yu was really quite foolish.

At this juncture, still trying to use her pregnancy to threaten the elder Mrs. Mo? The elder lady chuckled scornfully, "Someone like you has no right to enter the Mo family! It was my mistake to have been deceived by you before, but do you think... that I would still believe your lies now?"

Having said that, the elder Mrs. Mo turned around and walked away, very decisively, without a single trace of regret.

How could this be?

Luo Yu suddenly felt her blood rushing backwards, her body quaking slightly.

Why?

Why had it turned out this way?

"Hasn’t the old lady always cared the most about her own belly?

How could she become like this today?

It must be Chu Jin’s doing!

It’s all because of that slut Chu Jin. If it weren’t for her, the Madam Mo wouldn’t have become like this!

What should I do?

What should I do?

Could it be that I am truly left with nothing but to wait for death?

Luo Yu was like a deflated ball, slumped on the ground, as lifeless as dead wood and ashes.

The feeling of first seeing hope and then despairing was truly unbearable!

No!

I can’t let go of this opportunity with Madame Mo so easily!

Luo Yu crawled to Madame Mo’s feet, her expression panic-stricken, "Auntie Mo, please believe me, I’m telling the truth, my child is not a bastard! They are all of the Mo family’s own flesh and blood, I really didn’t lie... Auntie Mo, I was only joking with you just now, I had no intention of threatening you, please believe me. You can ignore me, but you can’t ignore your grandson!"

"Grandson? Not any bastard can become the grandson of the Mo family! Get out!" Madame Mo coldly glanced down and kicked away Luo Yu, then pushed the door and left.

No matter how Luo Yu cried and shouted, Madame Mo didn’t look back.

After scolding Luo Yu, Madame Mo felt much better.

Luo Yu, calling her lowly would be an insult to the word ’lowly.’

On the way downstairs, she happened to run into Chu Xiu, so Madame Mo asked, "Xiu, I just saw Luo Yu in your little aunt’s room, why do you keep such a person at home!"

Madame Mo’s face was full of disgust when she mentioned Luo Yu.

Chu Xiu sighed and told Madame Mo about Zhao Yan’s poisoning.

After listening, Madame Mo became even more furious, "This Luo Yu deserves to die! She actually... actually did such a thing! Little Yan wasn’t harsh on her! She’s a heartless creature!"

How had she failed to see Luo Yu’s true colors before? She was used by Luo Yu for so long and even hurt so many of her loved ones!

"Auntie Mo, don’t be angry," Chu Xiu said as she poured a cup of tea for Madame Mo, "As long as we see through her true colors, that’s all that matters."

Madame Mo took the cup and sighed deeply, "Xiu, it’s my fault for not seeing clearly, mistaking the fish’s eye for a pearl. I..." The more she thought about it, the more ashamed Madame Mo felt.

How could she have been so foolish?

For a lifetime of wisdom, to be confused at such a moment.

"You mustn’t speak like that," Chu Xiu comforted her, "Auntie Mo, it’s not entirely your fault. Don’t blame yourself too much. Let the past be the past."

Madame Mo patted Chu Xiu’s hand, "Xiu, you’re such a good child."

Chu Xiu politely smiled, "Auntie Mo, please drink your tea. This is this year’s new tea; it’s not as good when it’s cold."

"Alright," Madame Mo nodded and took a sip of the tea with downcast eyes.

Just then, Mo Zhixuan entered from outside. Seeing Madame Mo, he paused before saying, "Mom, what brings you here?"

Following Mo Zhixuan was a striking young man, albeit dressed in dark clothing.

Though young, he had an air of steadiness about him.

That was Zi Qi.

As soon as Zi Qi entered, he began looking around, seemingly searching for something.

"Brother Qi," Chu Xiu greeted politely.

"How many times have I told you, kid! You should call me Brother Zi! What Seven?" Zi Qi knocked Chu Xiu on the head.

"Brother Zi!" Chu Xiu hastily corrected.

Zi Qi was a very capable person, always at Mo Zhixuan’s side, so Chu Xiu always held him in high regard.

"This time you’re right," Zi Qi said with a satisfied smile, "I came out in a hurry today, didn’t get candy for you. Wait for it, ha, next time I’ll definitely bring you some."

Chu Xiu touched his head somewhat speechlessly, "Brother Zi, I don’t eat candy..."

"Don’t all kids love candy?" Zi Qi continued, "Then if you don’t like candy, tell Brother Zi what you want to eat. Chips or sunflower seeds? I’ll buy them for you next time."

Chips and sunflower seeds were heavenly delights; just the thought of these made Zi Qi’s mouth water.

"Brother Zi," Chu Xiu looked up at Zi Qi, countering, "I’m not a child anymore."

A seventeen-year-old was indeed not a child.

But to Zi Qi, a seventeen-year-old was as good as a baby.

At the moment, Zi Qi was too preoccupied to argue with Chu Xiu, his eyes roving around the living room, desperately searching for someone.

Mo Zhixuan, not as frantic as Zi Qi, leaned back on the couch and asked, "Mom, where’s Jin?"

"Jin and Qingyi are out shopping." Madame Mo was saying while sipping her tea, but when she looked up again, Mo Zhixuan had vanished.

Zi Qi had disappeared along with him.

Isn’t this too fast?

Madam Mo felt somewhat tearfully amused.

Her son, always calm and self-disciplined, seemed to have changed into a different person ever since he met Chu Jin.

On this side.

Chu Jin was shopping with Mo Qingyi, the two of them walking together, holding cold drinks in their hands, chatting and laughing happily, their laughter as clear as silver bells affecting every passerby.

Only youth could be so unrestrained.

"Jin, let me tell you, life in the military is really fun, oh, and do you know? Duanmu Zhe has also enlisted! And now he’s already risen to the rank of Senior Colonel!"

When mentioning Duanmu Zhe, a bright light gleamed in Mo Qingyi’s eyes.

"Really?" Chu Jin was a little surprised, she hadn’t thought that someone like Duanmu Zhe could adapt to life in the military.

"Really, really," Mo Qingyi nodded repeatedly, "And let me tell you, don’t be fooled by Duanmu’s usual unserious demeanor. Actually, when he’s in his military uniform, he’s unbelievably handsome!"

By the end of her sentence, Mo Qingyi’s eyes nearly sparkled with stars. Indeed, he was very handsome, handsome enough to make one want to stand on tiptoes, give him a kiss, and then hug him.

A man in a military uniform always gives one an inexplicable sense of safety and righteousness.

"Jin, Jin, do you believe it? He’s really super handsome!" Mo Qingyi continued to ask.

Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, laughing, "Hmm, I believe it. Isn’t there a saying? ’Men in military uniforms are all very handsome!’"

Mo Zhixuan, who had caught up from behind Chu Jin, also raised an eyebrow.

Men in military uniforms are all very handsome?

In Jin’s eyes, isn’t he the handsomest?

Mo Zhixuan slowed down, raising his hand to touch his chin. It seemed he had never worn his military uniform in front of Jin.

No wonder Song Shi Qin always liked to wear his full military attire.

Could it be... Chu Jin was hinting that he wasn’t as handsome as Shi Qin?

Chu Jin couldn’t have fallen for someone else, could she?

The more Mo Zhixuan thought about it, the more frightened he became, a sense of crisis surging to his heart.

"Mr. Mo, what are you thinking about?" Zi Qi patted Mo Zhixuan’s shoulder and asked as he saw Chu Jin and Mo Qingyi getting further away.

"Nothing." Mo Zhixuan quickly snapped back to reality and shouted towards Chu Jin’s retreating figure, "Jin, wait up."

Chu Jin stopped in her tracks, turning back slightly. A smile blossomed at the corner of her mouth.

A smile in a glance, all charm springs forth.

Before all women’s crafted looks, none holds a candle.

It must be just like this.

However, before Chu Jin could react, a blur rushed toward her. "Jin!"

A cheerful male voice.

Zi Qi directly scooped up Chu Jin and spun her around on the spot, his laughter bright and crisp.

Do I know this person?

Chu Jin frowned slightly, and as she pondered, a very familiar voice reached her ears.

"Jin, welcome back."

Upon hearing this, Chu Jin’s eyes lit up, and looking at the dark-haired young man in front of her, it seemed she remembered something.

No wonder she didn’t resist this embrace.

No wonder this young man was so familiar to her.

Before Chu Jin could respond, Mo Zhixuan walked over, forcibly separated the two, and took Jin into his arms, as if he wished to fold Chu Jin up and put her in his pocket.

"Zi!" Chu Jin exclaimed with joy at the sight of Zi Qi.

"Jin! You still remember me!" Zi, excited, was about to reach out and hug Chu Jin, but alas, Mo Zhixuan ruthlessly intervened.

Zi Qi had thought Chu Jin had forgotten him.

After all, he hadn’t brought Chu Jin any particularly happy memories.

"What are you doing?" Chu Jin slapped away Mo Zhixuan’s arm and hugged Zi Qi herself, "Zi, I’m so happy to see you!"

She and Zi Qi were truly bros, the kind of friendship that would never spoil, transcending life and death.

In the darkest times of her life, it was Zi Qi who was by her side.

No matter what Zi Qi’s motives were, those days did exist genuinely.

They had cried together, laughed together, and mocked the world together.

And they had discussed which brand of sunflower seeds was the tastiest.

"Jin..." Zi Qi’s nose tingled as he burst into tears. The feeling of reunion was indescribable.

Zi and Chu Jin, just like one another, saw each other as the best of buddies.

This too was a kind of friendship that transcended gender.

Moreover, Zi never imagined that Chu Jin would recognize him at a glance.

He was once a child who hadn’t grown up, and now he had turned into such a handsome young man; unexpectedly, Chu Jin still recognized him instantly!

This meant that Jin Ge truly loved him!

It also proved that he had been handsome from a young age!

Zi was almost floating with joy! Why was he so handsome!

Seeing Chu Jin again made him extremely happy, a feeling that no one could understand.

"Idiot, why the tears?" Chu Jin patted Zi’s head, chiding him.

Zi, overwhelmed with emotion, began crying even harder, his shoulders shaking.

Although he knew Chu Jin would return and that Chu Jin wouldn’t really disappear, upon truly seeing Chu Jin at this moment, Zi couldn’t control his emotions.

He had lived for thousands of years.

Before meeting Chu Jin, he had always been a creature that neither cried nor laughed, devoid of emotions and desires.

It was Chu Jin who taught him what real life was, what it genuinely meant to be alive, who transformed him into a person with flesh and blood.

Zi had no relatives in this world; Chu Jin was the closest person to him.

No one else could compare.

Mo Zhixuan stood aside, his face so cold it might as well drip ice, emitting a dangerous aura that warned strangers to stay away.

Mo Zhixuan had never found Zi as irritating as he did at this moment.

Zi was actually hugging and embracing his Jin! Did he think he was dead?

"All right, that’s enough," Mo Zhixuan walked over and separated them once again.

Men and women are different. With people coming and going on the street, what kind of image were they presenting with all that hugging and embracing?

It was utterly outrageous!

No, he had to reassert his authority as the husband.

He needed to show his manliness and let Chu Jin know his might.

"Mo Zhixuan," Chu Jin looked at him with disdain, "can you stand a little farther away?"

Mo Zhixuan glanced at Chu Jin and decided that reasserting his authority could wait; he silently stepped back two paces, yielding the spot to Zi.

Mo Qingyi patted Mo Zhixuan’s shoulder, offering a face full of sympathy, "Brother, my sympathies to you."

"What do you know?" Mo Zhixuan raised his eyes to look at Mo Qingyi, speaking earnestly, "Of course I have to give Jin some face when we’re outside; otherwise, how could she face going out in the future? Just you watch, when we get back tonight, I’ll make her kneel on a washing board."

As if he had actually made Chu Jin kneel on a washing board before.

Mo Qingyi feigned surprise, "Wow! Bro, you’re that powerful, eh?"

"Certainly," Mo Zhixuan raised his chin proudly, but his gaze darkened when he saw Chu Jin and Zi together.

Zi Qi was done for! How dared he get touchy-feely with his Jin!

He might not have the guts to discipline Chu Jin, but didn’t he have the guts to deal with Zi Qi?

"Qingyi," Chu Jin looked up at Mo Qingyi, "come here."

Mo Qingyi ran over eagerly, "Jin Ge."

Chu Jin, gesturing at Zi Qi, introduced him actively, "Qingyi, let me introduce you. This is Zi."

Zi.

So Chu Jin and Zi Qi were that close!

No wonder he called him so affectionately; it’s no surprise Mo Zhixuan got a little moody.

"Hello, Qingyi sister," Zi Qi said politely.

Mo Qingyi responded with a smile, "Jin Ge, actually, you didn’t have to introduce us. The Great National Division and I have known each other for some time now." In fact, Mo Qingyi never really understood Zi; they had just met for the first time, yet Zi acted as if they had known each other for ages.

And he even called her Qingyi sister.

What was strange was that Zi also gave her an odd feeling of familiarity.

"Great National Division?" Chu Jin looked at Zi Qi with some surprise, "When did you become the Great National Division?"

Zi Qi lifted his head proudly, "With my excellence, becoming the Great National Division was a mere trifle."

Chu Jin: "..." As expected, his nature hadn’t changed; still ridiculously self-absorbed.

"Qingyi, do you really not remember Zi? You’ve met before!" Chu Jin then looked at Mo Qingyi, "Think about it carefully."

"We’ve met before?" Mo Qingyi frowned, straining to access her memories, "It doesn’t seem like it... Jin Ge, could you give me a hint?"