Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 709 - 711, won’t leave you alone (Second update)

Chapter 709: 711, won’t leave you alone (Second update)

Damn it!

I almost let Duanmu Zhe lead me astray.

Luckily, the Great National Division seems to be a bit of a ditz and didn’t seem to notice anything.

"I’ll just call you Third Sister like Qingyi does," Zi said in a familiar manner, "Third Sister, no need to be polite with me, just call me Zi."

Duanmu Sheng, with his extensive knowledge and experience with people, had never met someone like Zi Qi before.

How should I put it?

Call him ugly?

He has regular features, and they’re quite defined.

Call him handsome?

The complexion.

It’s nowhere near that of a handsome guy.

Call him stupid?

He’s smart.

Otherwise, how could he become the Great National Division?

Call him clever?

Heh.

Duanmu Zhe called him a big piece of sh*t, and he didn’t even get angry.

This guy’s pretty good.

Interesting! Interesting!

Duanmu Sheng also had a rather good impression of Zi.

"Great National Division, let’s shake hands too," Duanmu Zhe reached out his hand towards Zi.

Three big question marks immediately appeared above Zi’s head.

Just like that.

What on earth was Duanmu Zhe up to?

Although curious, Zi still extended his hand, but as soon as he grasped Duanmu Zhe’s hand, Duanmu Zhe gripped it tightly. Had it not been for his Spiritual Power, Zi’s hand might have been crushed by Duanmu Zhe.

While squeezing, Duanmu Zhe said, "Great National Division, actually, besides shaking hands and making friends, men’s hands can do other things as well." Like peeling shrimp.

However, Duanmu Zhe didn’t say this last sentence out loud.

Some things are better left unsaid.

If Zi Qi is smart, he will definitely understand.

Zi quickly grasped what Duanmu Zhe was trying to do—compare their hand strength. Holding Duanmu Zhe’s hand, he gently squeezed.

"Crack." A crisp sound immediately filled the air, like... the sound of bones breaking.

Duanmu Zhe incredulously looked up, only to see Zi had already let go of his hand and was humbly saying, "Duanmu older brother, I concede, I concede."

Older brother my ass!

Duanmu Zhe was furious.

Zi Qi, this shameless guy, it’s one thing pretending to be younger in front of a young girl, but to do the same before him too! A monster that had lived for thousands of years still had the cheek to call him older brother!

That squeeze just now really hurt!

Duanmu Zhe was starting to wonder if his hand was going to break.

Although it hurt, Duanmu Zhe still kept up the appearance that ’I’m fine.’

You may lose the game, but you cannot lose the presence. In front of Qingyi, he must not give in!

Zi Qi is not only shameless but also openly challenging him! Does Zi Qi intend to openly compete with him for Qingyi? How shameless! Doesn’t he know that Qingyi and he are the officially destined pair?

Duanmu Zhe saw Zi’s modesty as a challenge.

Poor Zi Bao Bao, he still doesn’t know that he has inadvertently made another enemy.

And of the love rival kind, no less.

"Third Sister, your skin is so good, what kind of cosmetics do you usually use?" Zi asked while eating the shrimp that Qingyi peeled for him.

Women, generally take offense to being called ’sister’ by men.

But, Duanmu Sheng didn’t mind it one bit when Zi called her ’sister.’ She even found Zi incredibly adorable and liked hanging out with someone like him.

So, the person peeling shrimp for Zi now included Duanmu Sheng as well.

The three of them were having a really good time chatting together.

What Duanmu Zhe couldn’t comprehend the most was why Zi knew so much about skincare products?

A man, and he actually understands skincare products!

Zi said: Understanding skincare products is nothing. I am someone who has even used Immortal Powder! Foolish humans!

Seeing that the three were chatting in such an engrossed manner

Duanmu Zhe was so angry that he bent the cutlery, pained in his liver, and yet, had to pretend like nothing had happened.

Mo Zhixuan saw Duanmu Zhe’s reaction in his eyes.

He felt great joy and stole a kiss on Chu Jin’s cheek when she wasn’t looking.

Chu Jin didn’t notice the first time and let him succeed.

So when Mo Zhixuan tried for a second stealthy attack, she directly picked a hot chili from the hot pot and stuffed it into Mo Zhixuan’s mouth.

The chili was really spicy.

So spicy that Mo Zhixuan’s face turned red as well.

"You’re done for," Mo Zhixuan said, looking at Chu Jin with a deep darkness in his eyes.

Before Chu Jin could react, her chin was imprisoned by long fingers, and then a pair of thin lips covered hers. Perhaps because of the chili, his lips were scorching hot.

In full view of the public, Chu Jin, of course, resisted.

But how could Mo Zhixuan let her have her way easily?

With one hand cradling the back of Chu Jin’s head and the other around her waist, she couldn’t move at all.

Chu Jin clearly felt that Mr. Mo’s combat prowess had greatly improved compared to a year ago—it was like he was not the same person.

Mo Zhixuan skillfully sucked on the red lips, smoothly prying open the pearly teeth, and finally transferred the chili in his mouth into hers.

A strong, choking flavor of chili instantly swept through Chu Jin’s entire mouth.

This kiss was lingering and enthralling.

In the end, who swallowed the chili is uncertain.

Anyway, both of their lips were reddened by the spice.

Chu Jin finally understood the true meaning of ’digging one’s own grave.’

Fortunately, the three people diagonally opposite were engaged in a spirited discussion about something and didn’t notice them. Chu Jin quietly breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a drink, and sipped it to hide the abnormal emotions on her face.

Looking at Duanmu Zhe, then at himself, Mo Zhixuan was convinced he was the true winner in life.

Duanmu Zhe was really underperforming.

He couldn’t even handle a Zi Qi.

How could such a person dream of becoming his brother-in-law?

With his mood greatly lifted, Mo Zhixuan hugged Chu Jin’s shoulder, rested his head on her shoulder, and said softly, "What are you drinking? Let me have a sip."

Chu Jin hadn’t yet had the chance to refuse when Mo Zhixuan leaned in and with a single slurp, sucked away more than half of the drink in the cup.

Actually, Mo Zhixuan had never liked these sweet and cloying beverages.

But he discovered that no matter what it was, as long as it passed through Chu Jin’s hands, it would become something he liked.

By the time Chu Jin bit down on the straw, she only got a mouthful of air.

Chu Jin looked speechlessly at Mo Zhixuan, "Excuse me, are you a hippopotamus?"

Mo Zhixuan was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Huh? I was born in the year of the dragon. Is there a hippopotamus in the Chinese zodiac?"

Chu Jin: "..." Three years create a generational gap, she and Mr. Mo must be separated by an entire galaxy.

"I think you’re exactly like a hippopotamus!" Chu Jin pinched Mo Zhixuan’s cheek with force.

Who knew that Mo Zhixuan would respond with deep affection, "I think you are like a Xi Shi! No, Xi Shi isn’t even half as beautiful as you."

With a "clank," Duanmu Zhe’s glass heart shattered instantly.

There were people showing off their love in front.

On the left, someone was snatching his future wife.

Damn it!

How was he supposed to live like this?

Why couldn’t the world be a little kinder to him?

He hadn’t even gotten married yet!

When would he be able to openly show off his love in front of others?

This damned Zi Qi!

Duanmu Zhe felt he couldn’t go on like this. Opportunity had to be seized, so he peeled a shrimp for Mo Qingyi and said with a smile, "Qingyi, how can you only peel shrimp for others? Here, have some for yourself."

Actually, what Duanmu Zhe wanted to say was, how could a girl be so unreserved?

To eagerly peel shrimp for someone so ugly!

There were plenty who would want to peel shrimp for her, and he was one of them.

But some words are understood better when left unsaid.

So, Duanmu Zhe could only prove himself through actions.

Zi also said, "Yeah, Qingyi, don’t just peel shrimp for me, I’m already stuffed. Have some yourself." Mo Qingyi was too enthusiastic, constantly peeling shrimp for him, and he truly couldn’t eat anymore.

But if he didn’t eat, it would seem terribly impolite.

Zi was just speaking honestly, but in Duanmu Zhe’s ears, it came across as another form of showing off and mockery.

Showing off that Mo Qingyi was peeling shrimp for him.

Mocking him for eagerly peeling shrimp for Mo Qingyi.

This shameless Zi Qi! He actually dared to mock him! Was having someone peel shrimp for him such a big deal?

Does he qualify as a man?

Letting a woman peel shrimp for him!

Duanmu Zhe’s face changed imperceptibly.

It seems he needed to speed things up!

Otherwise, Mo Qingyi would sooner or later be deceived by that dark-skinned Zi Qi!

After dinner, the six of them agreed to go see a movie together.

The group of six could have paired off, but Duanmu Zhe was still a lonesome figure.

As if the whole world had abandoned him.

Because Zi, Mo Qingyi, and Duanmu Sheng were talking about topics he simply couldn’t join in on.

Makeup, skincare products, delicious food...

Overall, Zi was giving him more and more the impression of a woman.

Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan went to buy tickets, while Duanmu Zhe followed behind Mo Qingyi, Zi, and Duanmu Sheng as their bodyguard.

Seeing Duanmu Zhe looking so pitiful, Chu Jin intentionally arranged for his and Mo Qingyi’s seats to be in the same row when distributing the movie tickets, while Zi sat next to Duanmu Sheng.

Understanding Chu Jin’s kind intentions, Duanmu Zhe cast a grateful glance at her when taking his seat.

Jiu Sao is the best.

No favoritism.

It was a heartbreaking period romance movie.

Originally, Chu Jin wanted to pick a science fiction film, but unfortunately, those tickets were sold out, leaving no choice but to settle for this tearjerker.

The outcome of the film wasn’t very happy.

The heroine died on the battlefield.

The hero retired from the world, built a straw hut by the heroine’s grave, and from then on, lived a solitary life.

At the end of the film, next to the lonely grave, a new one appeared.

In the very end, after countless days and nights, the straw hut deteriorated due to neglect and vanished without a trace.

On the empty ground, only the two lonely graves remained.

The entire movie left a very oppressive feeling, bringing sadness from the depths of the heart, causing involuntary tears to flow freely.

After it ended.

No one got up. They all hoped for a huge twist at the end of the movie, something like the main characters coming back to life! Or that the main characters had only been dreaming a very long dream.

Unfortunately, there was none.

Death was the grand finale.

Mo Zhixuan, looking at the big screen, squinted slightly and unconsciously tightened his hold on Chu Jin’s arm.

At that moment.

The movie theater was filled with low sobs; the atmosphere was especially infectious. Perhaps because he had experienced such events personally, because he knew the pain of parting in life and death, Chu Jin’s eyes also reddened as she heaved a sigh.

Never again would she watch such a heart-wrenching movie.

It was too depressing.

It made one involuntarily project oneself into it.

Heart-rending.

Extremely uncomfortable.

Sensing Chu Jin’s emotions, Zhixuan wrapped her in his embrace and said softly, "Don’t worry, I will never leave you alone again. Whether it’s to the underworld or the Netherworld."

That nightmarish event was something Mo Zhixuan never wanted to experience a second time.

Just the thought of that incident a year ago made it hard for Mo Zhixuan to breathe.

He could never imagine how he endured those 365 days and nights.

With the sound of his heartbeat echoing in her ears, offering a great sense of solace, Chu Jin wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

Even upon leaving the movie theater, Zi was still crying ceaselessly, his shoulders shaking.

Utterly heartbroken.

The people around cast curious glances at him.

A grown man, crying like this, was quite a sight.

Duanmu Zhe frowned slightly and said somewhat speechlessly, "Are you three years old? That’s not real, it’s fake! Fake, do you understand? A grown man, aren’t you embarrassed?"

Duanmu Zhe couldn’t stand men who acted effeminately. A man should act like a man, not all weepy and wailing. What was that supposed to be?