Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 738 - 740, Jian Yi’s Regret (First Update)

Chapter 738: 740, Jian Yi’s Regret (First Update)

If the old lady from the Mo family had come an hour later, Mo Qingyi would have already been buried in the snow.

The blizzard that night was fiercer than ever before, and by the time she found Mo Qingyi, her body had already started to turn purple. She could be said to have one foot in the Palace of Yama; no one expected that the thin and small infant of those years would grow into a lady as beautiful as a flower.

"Auntie Tong, please, just tell me," Mo Qingyi’s expression didn’t change much, and she even had a faint smile on her face.

Sometimes, the more indifferent one appears on the outside, the more they actually care on the inside.

Auntie Tong weighed her words carefully, and spoke slowly, "Back then, you were not even a day old when your mother brought you back. Your body was already cold to the touch, everyone said you couldn’t be saved, but your mother didn’t give up. She took off her own clothes and held you against her chest, for a full day and night, until you finally woke up. It was thanks to your mother’s persistence that your life was saved..."

In fact, this matter would have to be clarified with Mo Qingyi sooner or later, which is why Auntie Tong decided to tell her everything she knew.

Now that Mo Qingyi was an adult, she had the right to make her own decisions.

Whether to stay or to seek out her birth parents, the choice was entirely up to her.

Of course, from the perspective of the old lady of the Mo family, Auntie Tong certainly did not wish for Mo Qingyi to go looking for other people.

After all, she was raised by the old lady’s own hands.

Auntie Tong was very detailed, and Mo Qingyi listened carefully as well.

The story Auntie Tong told was a completely different version from what the old lady had said.

The old lady had glossed over many details, only mentioning that Mo Qingyi was found in the snow, but not the fact that her body was chilled, or the story of being held against her mother’s chest for a day and a night.

Perhaps, the old lady wanted to spare Mo Qingyi the burden of hatred in her heart.

I remember at that time the old lady even suggested that Mo Qingyi should look for her own family, but Mo Qingyi refused. She didn’t want to be an ingrate. She believed in the principle: whoever raised her as a child, she would take care of in their old age.

Raising one carries more grace than giving life.

As Mo Qingyi listened, her heart became less heavy, because she was fortunate.

She had encountered the old lady from the Mo family, Auntie Tong, Mo Zhixuan, Chu Jin, Duanmu Zhe, and a bunch of lovely people.

If that family hadn’t abandoned her, she wouldn’t have what she had today.

As for why she was abandoned, it no longer mattered.

Now, she had a mother, Auntie Tong, a brother, a sister-in-law, and an unborn little nephew. She was happier than anyone else.

"Qingyi, are you alright?" Chu Jin squeezed Mo Qingyi’s wrist and asked softly, surprised by the twists and turns in Mo Qingyi’s life story.

Mo Qingyi was too calm, eerily calm, as if she was listening to someone else’s story.

"I’m fine, Jin," Mo Qingyi smiled lightly at Chu Jin, appearing unconcerned.

"Qingyi, it’s good to let go of some things. Everything in life depends on fate. It only shows that you and they were not meant to be. Don’t think too much about it," Auntie Tong said seriously, glancing at Mo Qingyi.

"Yes," Mo Qingyi nodded and smiled, "I understand, Auntie Tong."

Just then, Duanmu Zhe walked in.

"Auntie Tong, Sister-in-law, you’re both here," Duanmu Zhe said, the picture of cultured grace.

"Little Zhe is here, please have a seat," Auntie Tong immediately stood up, smiling.

The atmosphere became more relaxed at this moment.

Duanmu Zhe chuckled politely, "Thank you, Auntie Tong. I won’t sit down, for I’ve come to find Qingyi."

"Find me?" Upon hearing this, Mo Qingyi pointed to herself, curious, "What do you need me for?"

"Come with me and you’ll find out," Duanmu Zhe grabbed Mo Qingyi’s hand, and said to Auntie Tong and Chu Jin, "Auntie Tong, Sister-in-law, Qingyi and I will take our leave first."

Mo Qingyi was bewildered as Duanmu Zhe pulled her away.

Once outside the imperial palace, Duanmu Zhe hastily stuffed Mo Qingyi into the passenger seat and shut the car door.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Mo Qingyi knocked on the car window, "Duanmu Zhe, where are you taking me?"

"Don’t worry, I won’t sell you," Duanmu Zhe climbed into the driver’s seat, eyed Mo Qingyi up and down, and jested, focusing on Mo Qingyi’s ample chest, "Besides, with your looks, even if someone really bought you, no one else would want you."

"You’re the one nobody wants!" Mo Qingyi slapped Duanmu Zhe’s head, exasperated with his lack of tact. Though she appeared bold and daring, she was no longer the flat-chested girl she used to be—A—.

Duanmu Zhe laughed softly without saying anything further, started the engine, and drove off.

The atmosphere in the car seemed a bit awkward. Mo Qingyi went on to say, "Little Four, let me tell you something. Jin is pregnant. I’m going to be an aunt."

Expecting Duanmu Zhe to be surprised, he simply responded calmly, "Oh, congratulations to you."

"What?" Mo Qingyi looked up at Duanmu Zhe and retorted, "Jin is pregnant! He’s going to have a baby! How can you not be surprised at all?"

"What’s there to be surprised about?" Duanmu Zhe kept his eyes on the road, "Isn’t it just the usual thing between a man and a woman? Besides, Jin and his wife have been together so long, it’s actually late for them to be getting pregnant only now."

Duanmu Zhe’s reaction was very nonchalant.

He and Zhou Xunian had even once doubted Mo Zhixuan’s capabilities.

After all, Mo Zhixuan had never touched a woman before Chu Jin, a virgin for untold years, lacking any experience.

But now it seemed, their worries had been needless.

Men can become experts in such matters without any formal instruction.

"My mom told me that childbearing is terrifying for a woman. I just searched online, and medically speaking, pain is classified into twelve levels. Level 1 is like a mosquito bite, level 2 is having surgery under anesthesia, do you know what level 12 pain is?" Mo Qingyi looked up at Duanmu Zhe as she spoke.

Her perspective afforded her a full view of Duanmu Zhe’s side profile.

A focused man is the most handsome.

In Mo Qingyi’s eyes, Duanmu Zhe at that moment was the most handsome man of all.

"I don’t know," Duanmu Zhe shook his head.

Mo Qingyi felt a moment of haziness before continuing, "The 12th level is the most painful level, which is the feeling of a mother giving birth. Gosh, just the thought of it makes my scalp tingle. I’m someone who’s most afraid of pain! Why is it not you men who give birth? What kind of karma did we women commit in our past lives to suffer this in the present?"

Mo Qingyi had been completely brainwashed by online posts; she believed that giving birth was a super scary thing.

Duanmu Zhe glanced at Mo Qingyi with a serious expression in his eyes, "Hmm, then we won’t have kids in the future."

Mo Qingyi was startled, wondering if she was hallucinating, and asked hesitantly, "What did you just say?"

Duanmu Zhe smiled and didn’t speak again.

Mo Qingyi didn’t continue to ask; if she hadn’t misheard, what Duanmu Zhe had said was, "We won’t have children in the future."

Thinking this, Mo Qingyi’s face flushed slightly, and her heart raced.

To cover up the awkwardness, Mo Qingyi lowered her gaze to play with her phone, connecting it to the car’s speakers. Instantly, the air was filled with the sound of a melodious song.

"...the skirt sways without stopping, all to meet you, grasping the sweetness of love, writing a diary of happiness..."

The lyrics were very sweet and fitting for their current situation.

A pleased smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of Duanmu Zhe’s mouth.

The black military sedan soon disappeared amongst the Wutong Avenue.

Golden sunlight cast a golden glow over the moving vehicles, like a scene from an oil painting, elegant and charming.

The Mo family.

As soon as Duanmu Zhe took Mo Qingyi away, Mo Fengxu followed right behind him.

Unlike his usual unpolished appearance, Mo Fengxu was neatly dressed today, even using hair gel, looking at least ten years younger.

"Uncle Three." Chu Jin stood up from the couch upon seeing the arrival.

Tong Zhi elegantly peeled an orange in her hand, not even looking up when she heard the sound.

"Jin, this is some delicious food I brought for you and Qingyi." Mo Fengxu placed a paper bag on the coffee table.

Mo Fengxu was a very kind elder. Every time he came, he would bring gifts for Chu Jin and Mo Qingyi.

In his eyes, both Chu Jin and Mo Qingyi were still children.

"Thank you, Uncle Three." Chu Jin poured a cup of tea for Mo Fengxu.

"Jin, I’ve got something else to do, so I have to go. Tell your mom for me and remember to take good care of yourself." Tong Zhi suddenly stood up from the couch, looking at Chu Jin with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

Chu Jin felt that Tong Zhi was a bit strange today, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, so she smiled and stood up, "Okay, Auntie Tong, go ahead with your business."

"No need to see me out, just attend to your guests." Tong Zhi pushed Chu Jin back inside.

Chu Jin had no choice but to stop, "Alright, Auntie Tong, take care."

Mo Fengxu sipped tea, cup in hand. As soon as Chu Jin went inside, he also stood up, saying with a smile, "Jin, I just remembered I have a small matter to attend to at my car dealership, I need to go."

With that said, he trotted out of the living room.

Chu Jin watched Mo Fengxu’s retreating figure and a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes.

Tsk.

Tong Zhi had barely left when Mo Fengxu hurriedly followed. There was definitely something fishy between these two.

When the old Madam Mo came out after finishing her phone call, she found the vast living room left with only Chu Jin, who asked somewhat puzzled, "Jin, where is everyone else?"

"Qingyi went out with Duanmu, Auntie Tong just left because she had something to do," Chu Jin thought for a moment before continuing, "Oh, Uncle Three came earlier, but he left quickly."

"Never mind them," the old Madam Mo waved her hand, "Jin, your mother and I have agreed to accompany you to the hospital for a check-up. You get carsick, right? Zhixuan said he would cycle with you there, and I’ll go pick up your mom with the driver first. We’ll meet at the Central Hospital later."

It was just a check-up, no need for such a big fuss, so Chu Jin said, "Mom, it’s not necessary to go to all that trouble, I’ll be fine going with Mo Zhixuan."

"It’s no trouble at all," the old Madam Mo said cheerfully, "I’m free at home anyway, so it’s settled. I’ll be off then."

What is growing inside Chu Jin is the hope of the entire Mo family, the old Madam Mo is too happy to consider it trouble.

The old person’s greatest wish is to live to see her grandchildren.

Now, Chu Jin is the Mo family’s highest priority to protect.

Since the old Madam Mo insisted so much, Chu Jin did not refuse any further.

It wasn’t long after the old Madam Mo left that Mo Zhixuan finished his busy work and came out.

Just as Mo Zhixuan took Chu Jin out of the imperial palace, an adjutant rushed over to Mo Zhixuan’s side, pushing and pulling a bicycle, "Your Excellency, this is the bicycle prepared for you by Miss Qinghe."

Chu Jin looked at the adjutant pushing the bicycle, a hint of surprise in her voice, "Big Brother Jian."

The adjutant was Jian Yi.

"Miss Chu!" Jian Yi greeted respectfully and was not surprised to see Chu Jin.

In the past, he was too suspicious, even doubting that Chu Jin had approached Uncle Wu and Aunt Lin with an ulterior motive.

After what happened yesterday, Jian Yi realized Chu Jin’s true identity was of such high stature.

Thinking back, Jian Yi felt somewhat ashamed.

He should not have treated Chu Jin that way in the past.

If he had followed his masters’ arrangement and married Chu Jin, then now...

He certainly wouldn’t be in this situation.

Jian Yi was an ambitious man. If he had known earlier that Chu Jin was a reincarnation of the empress, capable of easily reclaiming the other two realms, Jian Yi would definitely not have missed such an opportunity.

Now that Chu Jin had reclaimed the two realms, and if he had married her, it would mean that from now on, the Ancient Martial Arts World and the Underworld would be his, and he wouldn’t have to climb up step by step with so much effort.