Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 742 - 744, You Are Malnourished (First Update)

Chapter 742: 744, You Are Malnourished (First Update)

Mo Qingyi smiled and said, "If you’re human, why won’t you come out and meet us?"

"Meet us! Meet us! Meet us!" That voice kept repeating the same sentence.

"Let’s go, Duanmu Zhe, and ignore its pretense," Mo Qingyi said as she grabbed Duanmu Zhe’s hand and headed for the exit.

"Wait a moment." The voice sounded again, particularly smooth when it spoke those three words.

Mo Qingyi paused, looked back, and rubbed her nose with her thumb, "I’m giving you one more minute to think it over. I don’t care who you are; please show yourself immediately. Sister doesn’t have time to play hide and seek with you here."

There was a moment of silence in the air, and then the sharp voice suddenly rose again, sounding a bit disgruntled.

"Boring!"

"Humans, idiots!"

Mo Qingyi was now certain that whatever it was, it definitely wasn’t human.

Just then, there was a ’plop’ in the air, and a completely black bird landed on Duanmu Zhe’s shoulder, tilting its head and curiously sizing up Mo Qingyi.

It was a myna with exceptionally good plumage, very pretty, with a pair of black eyes full of intelligence, its dark pupils constantly spinning around.

"Were you the one talking just now?" Mo Qingyi reached out to touch the myna’s head.

Unexpectedly, before her hand could get far, the myna immediately flew to Duanmu Zhe’s other shoulder, shrieking, "Idiot! Don’t touch me!"

"Duanmu Xiaosi, are you having an affair with this bird?" Mo Qingyi looked at Duanmu Zhe, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

If they weren’t involved, why would the bird stay on Duanmu Zhe’s shoulder and not leave?

"No, I don’t know it," Duanmu Zhe shook his head, keeping his neck stiff, looking like he was allergic to birds. "Qingyi, get it off me quickly!"

Just as Mo Qingyi reached out to grab it from behind, the myna ’zipped’ up and flew onto Duanmu Zhe’s head, "I won’t leave! I won’t leave!"

Mo Qingyi couldn’t help laughing and said, "Duanmu Xiaosi, maybe this little bird has taken a liking to you?"

"Mo Qingyi, will you marry me?" The myna began its signature song again, standing atop Duanmu Zhe’s head grooming its feathers in a very arrogant manner.

Clearly, it didn’t realize that Mo Qingyi was the person standing right in front of it.

"You little thing, quite full of Spiritual Energy, aren’t you?" Mo Qingyi stood on tiptoe, trying to catch the myna. Due to her height and the bird’s constant dodging, she couldn’t grab it at all.

If Duanmu Zhe weren’t holding her waist the entire time, she would have already fallen over due to being off-balance.

And annoyingly, the myna kept taunting, "Idiot! Can’t catch me! Can’t catch me! I’ll make you mad! I’ll make you mad!"

Mo Qingyi, huffing with anger, said, "You dead bird, stinky bird, rotten bird, just wait till I catch you and pluck all your feathers before roasting you!"

"Terrifying woman! Terrifying woman!" the myna flapped its wings frantically.

Duanmu Zhe held Mo Qingyi’s waist with both hands, whispering lowly, "Take it easy, don’t fall. If you like it, let’s take it home together."

Thanks to this myna, he could openly take advantage. Usually, he found that Mo Qingyi was quite conservative with fabric for the nation’s sake, but now it seemed that wasn’t quite the case.

To make a proper judgment, one has to experience things firsthand.

"Go home together, go home together." The myna, excited, flapped its wings and stood steadily on Duanmu Zhe’s head, retracting one little claw, maintaining a ’golden rooster standing on one leg’ posture.

When it heard the word ’home,’ its eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Are you sure you just met this little bird?" Mo Qingyi squinted her eyes, looking at Duanmu Zhe.

It seemed that the bird wasn’t unfamiliar with Duanmu Zhe at all.

"I’m not called Little Bird, I have a name," the myna preened its feathers, looking proudly at Mo Qingyi. The myna was very good at imitating others and had already mastered the rhythm of conversation after speaking a few words with Mo Qingyi.

"Finally speaking clearly," Mo Qingyi crossed her arms, "Where are you from? What’s your name?"

Looking down from its lofty perch, the myna regarded Mo Qingyi with great pride, arrogantly spat out four words, "My name is Prosperity!" as if it were a truly grand name.

"Pfft!" Mo Qingyi burst out laughing, "Good name, good name."

With that said, Prosperity held its little head even higher, flapping its wings and flying onto Mo Qingyi’s head.

Duanmu Zhe finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If it weren’t for Mo Qingyi liking this accursed bird, he would have shooed it away with a slap long ago.

What had been a journey for two now included a little bird, and most of the time, it was Mo Qingyi arguing with Prosperity while Duanmu Zhe listened quietly alongside them.

When Duanmu Zhe and Mo Qingyi returned to the distance, the place had turned into a playground for small animals.

Many of the island’s indigenous wild goats were nibbling on the roses.

Mo Qingyi had been worried that so many roses might pollute the environment, but now it seemed she had been overly concerned.

"Qingyi, come over here, I have another surprise for you," Duanmu Zhe said, somewhat frustrated to see the romantic setting disrupted by a flock of wild goats, leading Mo Qingyi away.

Duanmu Zhe blindfolded Mo Qingyi’s eyes with a scarf, tying a beautiful bow at the back of her head, and took her hand to walk to another place.

Prosperity followed quietly and prudently behind the two, not making a sound.

Deep and shallow footprints lined the golden beachside.

Soon a wave washed ashore, sweeping up a layer of sand, and the beach returned to its smooth, unblemished state.

About five to six minutes later, Duanmu Zhe stopped at a place with Mo Qingyi.

There was a gentle breeze with a hint of floral scent.

Duanmu Zhe leisurely untied the scarf. Upon seeing the scene before her, Mo Qingyi’s eyes widened in surprise.

In front of them was a simple wooden frame structure, resembling a grape arbor, except instead of grapes, the structure was adorned with wild roses in full bloom.

Dense rose bushes sheltered from the intense sun, and a breeze brought bursts of floral rain, so romantic.

In the middle of the trellis, an exquisitely small table was placed with candles, wine glasses, red wine, and steak on it.

"Do you like it?" Duanmu Zhe asked, looking at Mo Qingyi.

"I like it, I really like it," Mo Qingyi said excitedly, hugging Duanmu Zhe’s waist.

Duanmu Zhe couldn’t resist and kissed her lips again, his voice husky, "As long as you like it, that’s all that matters."

Youth knows not the taste of affection.

Once touched, it’s hard to let go.

Wangcai stood on a beautiful rose, covering his eyes with his wings.

This scene was indeed not suitable for little birds.

It might corrupt this innocent bird.

Sunshine, coast, beach, flowers, delicious food, the one you love.

For this life, that’s enough.

The Mo family.

Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan had just returned to the imperial palace not long ago when the mother and baby store sent over the things Mo Zhixuan had picked out.

Looking at the piles of baby goods, Chu Jin slightly frowned, "Mo Zhixuan, is there a mistake? We didn’t buy this much, did we?" So wasteful! There’s so much stuff, who knows if we’ll be able to use it all when the time comes.

"There’s no mistake, this is what we bought," Mo Zhixuan instructed the servants, "Take all these things to the empty room upstairs."

"Yes, Nine Ye."

It took the servants a whole 30 minutes to move everything upstairs.

On this side, the old Madam Mo was already busy decorating the children’s room.

Knowing that Chu Jin was expecting twins, the old Madam Mo chose a very large children’s room.

It was more than 120 square meters.

The old Madam Mo pulled Chu Jin into the children’s room and pointed to the empty space, "Jin, we can place two small beds here, this spot for toys, and here for a desk. Oh, and over here, we put the wardrobe..."

Zhao Yan also walked in from behind, "My dear, I still think choosing the blue color scheme would be better for the decor, boys like blue, right, Jin? Do you agree with me?"

Just as Chu Jin was about to nod, the old Madam Mo said, "Little Yan, the babies haven’t been born yet, who knows if they’ll be boys or girls. I say pink is better, it’s bright and versatile, and even boys can live in it. Jin, don’t you think I’m right?"

The old Madam Mo planned to have the two little ones sleep in the same room until they were 5 years old before giving them separate rooms, which would help foster their bond.

Both elders made sensible points, and Chu Jin didn’t know whom to side with, so she came up with an idea, "Both of you mothers, please discuss. I think both are good. How about we use blue and pink? I’m a bit hungry, I’m going to eat downstairs."

With that, Chu Jin turned and left.

The old Madam Mo immediately said, "Qinghe, quickly go and support Jin. Tell the kitchen to prepare more delicious food, suitable for a pregnant woman’s taste... Actually, I’ll personally go to the kitchen."

Zhao Yan, holding the design plans next to the designer, said, "Young man, listen to me, you won’t be wrong to use the blue paint."

The designer looked at the old Madam Mo with some difficulty since after all, she is the true mistress of the Mo family.

With the old Madam Mo busy cooking for Chu Jin, she said, "Follow whatever Mrs. Chu decides."

"Alright," the designer finally nodded.

"Mrs. Nine, let me help you downstairs," Qinghe offered, escorting Chu Jin towards the staircase.

"No need, no need, you go on with your work," Chu Jin smiled and declined. It made her feel as if she was an invalid, needing support wherever she went.

"I must, the old Madam has instructed so," Qinghe insisted. Indeed, Qinghe liked Chu Jin a lot.

Before Chu Jin, she had served Luo Yu for a period.

During that time, she was horribly tormented by Luo Yu.

Luo Yu, pregnant and pampered, seemed capable of anything, beyond mere caprice.

When Luo Yu was around, the Mo family was in constant chaos and rarely had a moment’s peace.

Chu Jin, however, was different.

Her birthright set her apart, the Empress was indeed an Empress. Such grace and demeanor, not something any commoner could match.

Without a choice, Chu Jin allowed Qinghe to escort her downstairs, where the old Madam Mo, smiling, came out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup and said to Chu Jin, "Jin, I saw on the medical report that you are somewhat malnourished, so I had someone specially make this nourishing soup for you. Take a sip and see if it’s good. If it is, I will make it for you every day."

Malnourished?

Chu Jin was stunned; she hadn’t noticed anything about malnutrition on the medical report.

"Mom, are you sure you read that right?" Chu Jin brushed the hair from her forehead behind her ear, "The doctor said my indicators were all normal, and the babies’ development is very stable, with no signs of malnutrition."

"If I say you are, then you are," the old Madam Mo said sternly, continuing, "You young people overlook these things, look how thin you’ve become. Drink the soup right away." In the eyes of the old Madam Mo, Chu Jin was extremely slender, fearing a breeze might blow her away. If that’s not malnutrition, then what is?

Looking at the old Madam Mo, Chu Jin suddenly remembered that old saying: Your mother thinks you’re cold.

In her case, it had become, your mother thinks you’re malnourished.

Under the expectant gaze of the old Madam Mo, Chu Jin took the bowl of soup, took a sip, and slightly frowned. Perhaps due to the medicinal herbs, the taste of the soup was not great, but she couldn’t bear to refuse the old Madam Mo and ended up drinking the entire bowl.

"How is it, Jin? Is the soup tasty or not?" the old Madam Mo asked, beaming, seeing that Chu Jin had finished the soup.

Chu Jin, with a bright smile, nodded, "It’s quite tasty."