Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 747 - 749, Prosperous Wedding (Part 2)

Chapter 747: 749, Prosperous Wedding (Part 2)

"I’ve never heard this song either, but it seems like it’s not from the Superpower World. Could it be from one of the other two realms?"

"Representatives from the Ancient Martial Arts World here, we’ve never heard this song before."

"Those from the Underworld also say they’ve never heard it."

"Could it be a brand-new release?"

"Who are Nine Ye and Her Majesty the Queen? They wouldn’t listen to the same songs as us. This must be a song specially written for them by some artist."

"I think so too."

"Plus one from the floor above."

"A fairy who’s been to the secular world says this is a song from the secular world, called ’Marry Me Today’. If anyone wants the source, you can privately message me."

"Really? Nine Brother and Her Majesty are so down-to-earth? They actually listen to secular world songs?"

"It’s true. I’ve already gotten the source and plan to put this song on infinite loop. It’s so damn catchy."

At that moment, another wave of red envelopes hits the screen, signaling it’s time for the netizens to show off their speed in grabbing them.

At the wedding scene.

The arrival of Mo Qianjue stirred up quite a commotion.

Ladies and delicate beauties from all realms were especially taken by him.

"Qianjue." Seeing the new arrival, Mo Feixue hurried over to greet him.

"Feixue." Mo Qianjue gave Mo Feixue a slight smile.

"I thought you might not come." Mo Feixue wanted to hook her arm through Mo Qianjue’s, but upon reflection, she decided not to.

"How could I not join in on the fun for Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin’s big wedding?" Mo Qianjue adjusted his long robe and said with a smile.

Among everyone present, Mo Qianjue’s attire was the most eye-catching.

While other men were in suits and leather shoes, he alone wore a traditional Tang robe, exuding ancient elegance and a soft, feminine beauty.

"Come with me, sit over here." Mo Feixue led Mo Qianjue further inside.

Just then, the chapel bells rang out, and countless rose petals fluttered down from mid-air.

A couple, hand in hand, gracefully made their entrance from the other end of the red carpet.

In that moment, all that filled the air besides the enchanting music was silence.

The shower of rose petals continued.

Falling on the couple’s heads, at their feet.

Two flower children carrying baskets walked in front, scattering petals along the path.

A dreamy and sacred ceremony began.

The couple walked on the petal-covered path and ascended the stage, where the priest stood with a bible in hand, looking solemn as he watched the bride and groom approach.

At this time, there was not a single comment on the live streaming platform.

Everyone was watching intently, not willing to post comments, for fear of missing something or obstructing the view with their words.

This was a wedding of the century, and nobody wanted to miss a thing.

Only when the couple had both climbed onto the stage did the priest solemnly start to speak, "Today we are gathered here in the presence of God and these witnesses for the holy matrimony of Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin..."

The priest’s voice had a unique power to move people, bringing a serious atmosphere to everyone present, both on-site and those watching the screen.

It was incredibly quiet, whether at the scene or in front of the screen.

Under the brilliant crystal lights, the couple looked so well-matched and pleasing to the eye.

The two stood face to face, as if only the other existed in their eyes.

After the priest’s speech, the minister took over, "I charge you both before God to reveal any reason that might impede your union. Remember, if any union is not in line with the Word of God, their marriage is invalid."

The priest then turned to Mo Zhixuan, his expression still as somber as ever, "Groom, do you take this woman to be your wife?"

As these words were spoken, everyone awaited Mo Zhixuan’s response with bated breath.

"Yes, I do," Mo Zhixuan said slowly, looking at Chu Jin.

The priest continued, "Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?"

"Yes, I will," Mo Zhixuan’s voice was deep and magnetic, now filled with determination and intense affection, inexpressibly pleasing to the ear.

As he finished, a deafening applause erupted from the crowd. Mo Zhixuan’s mother, Tong Zhi, Zhao Yan, and others had tears in their eyes.

Only they knew just how difficult the journey had been for Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin to get to this point.

Sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, life and death, partings and reunions.

All the hardships in this world, they had tasted them all.

This atmosphere was highly infectious, and as the audience looked upon the couple on stage, they were all deeply moved.

The priest then turned to Chu Jin and repeated the question he had just asked.

Chu Jin’s answer was the same as Mo Zhixuan’s.

The applause was still continuing.

Next was the exchange of rings.

Mo Zhixuan stepped forward two paces and gently lifted the veil that obscured Chu Jin’s face.

In an instant, a face so bewitching it ensnared the heart was revealed to all.

Ruby lips, pearly teeth.

The diamond-encrusted crown atop her head was no match for the attraction of her face.

Those present all took sharp breaths upon seeing her true face.

Most of the audience had only seen Chu Jin on television, where beauty is often enhanced, yet they hadn’t expected her to be even more beautiful in person.

Perhaps, even the phrase "dazzling beauty" was insufficient to describe her.

Duanmu Zhe walked up holding a tray, on which, beneath a red velvet cloth, lay two rings.

Mo Zhixuan picked up one of the rings, took her left hand, and slowly slid it onto her ring finger, and there, he left a devout kiss.

Chu Jin smiled softly and likewise picked up the men’s ring and slid it onto his finger.

At this moment, someone beneath the stage started to tease, led by the ever-excitable Zhou Xunian, "Nine Ye, give her a kiss."

Mo Qingyi immediately joined in, calling out, "Kiss her."

The crowd clapped rhythmically, even those who usually dared not speak to Mo Zhixuan mustered their courage and joined in. It was a rare occasion, and they intended to enjoy the excitement to the fullest.

Comments from the online audience began to appear on the streaming bullet comments.

"Her Majesty the Queen’s beauty is something I could gaze upon for a hundred years without tiring."

"What do you think, who tops and who bottoms between Nine Ye and Her Majesty the Queen?"

"Of course, my Queen is on top!"

"My Queen, my Queen, always on top, but I think it’s the Queen who’s being pressed down, right?"

Under the expectant gazes of all, Mo Zhixuan stepped forward and kissed her.

White hair interwoven with black, a striking contrast.

When the kiss ended, there was another roar of deafening applause.

"My young girl’s heart."

"Damn, this is like a wedding out of a fairy tale."

"Suddenly feel like falling in love, what to do? Damn, I’m a single by choice!"

"Upstairs, you’re not alone."

On the other side of the Superpower World.

Song Shiqin was lying on the couch watching the scene unfold.

The moment he saw what was happening on TV, he exploded with rage, his sword-like eyebrows knitting together tightly. He indiscriminately grabbed a teacup and hurled it hard at the large screen.

They were happy.

But what about him?

"Aah!" Song Shiqin let out a roar of rage, clenched his fists, and smashed them against the wall.

A big hole appeared on the pristine wall, and Song Shiqin’s knuckles split open, blood dripping profusely, yet he kept pounding the wall without seeming to feel any pain, crazily continuing to write marks of blood.

On the white wall, one bloodstain followed another.

Meanwhile, back at the wedding.

The celebration continued, and while savoring the delicious food, people also chatted with each other.

Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan went backstage, changed into a set of toasting attire, had a bite to eat to settle their stomachs, and then came out again.

The toasting attire was different from the wedding dress; it was a bright red mandarin-collared style, somewhat reminiscent of a cheongsam, yet it was far more fashionable than a cheongsam. Being custom-tailored by hand, the fit was impeccable.

It accentuated where it needed to and drew in where it was supposed to.

Mo Zhixuan linked arms with Chu Jin, and the two made their way to the guests to toast.

As soon as the two made their appearance, they captured everyone’s attention.

"Damn, damn, damn, my queen is literally a devil in disguise! Even professional models can’t compare! I can’t help it! I’m gonna lick the screen."

"The queen’s looks are off the charts! Literally out of this world! She can pull off any color."

"So beautiful."

"Damn! How can a goddess have such a perfect body?"

Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan made their way among the guests, toasting everyone. Chu Jin, being pregnant, couldn’t drink, so Mo Zhixuan drank for both of them. However, some people didn’t know Chu Jin was pregnant, so they teased, "It’s not fair for just Nine Ye to drink. The bride should have a drink too."

"Exactly, exactly."

"The bride needs to have a glass too."

As they spoke, someone handed a drink to Chu Jin, looking at her expectantly.

Just as Chu Jin reached out to take it, Mo Zhixuan intercepted it, "Jin doesn’t drink well, I’ll drink on her behalf." With that, Mo Zhixuan downed the strong drink in one gulp.

"Nine Ye’s drinking capacity is impressive." the crowd applauded.

"Since the bride can’t drink, let the bridesmaids drink for her," another troublemaker chimed in.

It’s a wedding, it’s supposed to be lively and fun.

If they can’t tease the bride and groom, teasing the bridesmaids is also great fun.

There were many young people present, and young people love to play, especially when they see young and beautiful bridesmaids. They were now even more eager to get to know them.

"That’s a great idea." Mo Zhixuan wholeheartedly agreed.

So, Mo Qingyi and Gan Yuying had no choice but to come forward and take drinks for Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin.

"Mr. Mo, Brother Jin, I wish you a harmonious marriage and hope you have a child soon," Zi raised a glass to Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin.

Zi, who had been sent abroad by Mo Zhixuan, looked darker than before, making her big eyes sparkle, and her rows of neat white teeth shone brightly under the lights. They were extraordinarily dazzling.

"Thank you." Mo Zhixuan clinked his glass with Zi’s and finished off the drink.

"Brother Jin, why aren’t you drinking?" Zi looked at Chu Jin with bugged eyes and walked a few steps forward, reaching out to pat Chu Jin’s shoulder. However, Mo Zhixuan suddenly stepped in front of Chu Jin, causing Zi’s hand to land on Mo Zhixuan’s shoulder instead.

Mo Zhixuan, looking at Zi with all seriousness, said, "Jin isn’t well, so I’m drinking on her behalf. Also, maintain a distance of more than three meters from Jin."

Zi Qi is just too dangerous, directly threatening his status.

Mo Zhixuan had never seen Chu Jin embrace any man other than Zi Qi.

Zi, an innocent kid, scratched his head, clearly confused. "Huh? Why?"

Mo Zhixuan gave him a once-over, saying seriously, "Your skin tone can be contagious. I don’t mind it myself, but what if it spreads to the Bao Bao in Jin’s belly? She won’t be able to marry off in the future."

Mo Zhixuan spoke earnestly, and Zi was so puzzled that it took him a while to catch on. Seizing the moment when Mo Zhixuan was distracted, Zi embraced Chu Jin, "Brother Jin, Brother Jin, this is so wonderful!"

Zi was genuinely happy to see Chu Jin’s love blossom.

"It’s contagious! It’s contagious! Keep a three-meter distance!" Mo Zhixuan pulled Zi back, speaking coldly.

Zi, looking wronged, said, "Mr. Mo, mine is from tanning, it’s not contagious."

He used to be so pale! His arms and legs were as white as lotus roots, lovable at sight.

Mo Zhixuan didn’t want to see Zi, that dangerous man, any longer. So, he turned to Chu Jin, "Jin, let’s go over there, we haven’t toasted that table yet."

That table was occupied by the old King of Hades and Mu Fengshan.

Chu Jin nodded, "Okay." And to avoid any suspicion, Chu Jin even had a waiter bring a glass of plain water.

As soon as Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin walked away, Duanmu Sheng approached Zi with a wineglass in hand. The red wine shimmered and glowed in circles in the glass, creating an appealing sight that made one want to sip it.

"Zi, when did you get back?" Duanmu Sheng, with a light smile, asked softly.

Today, Duanmu Sheng was dressed sexily, and compared to the other dignified ladies present, she was bold in a low-cut black dress.

Zi diverted his gaze awkwardly, pretending to be deep in meditation, "I, I just got back. Sister Sheng, you look very pretty tonight."

If Zi hadn’t been so dark, Duanmu Sheng would have seen that his face was as red as a monkey’s butt.

Seeing Zi’s reaction, Duanmu Sheng laughed, "Thank you, you also look very... nice tonight." She swallowed the word ’handsome’ and replaced it with ’nice.’

The current Zi was far from handsome.

But Zi was rather innocent, nearly unable to make eye contact with such a stunning Duanmu Sheng. Compared to experienced Duanmu Sheng, Zi still had a lot to learn.

Duanmu Sheng had never met a boy who blushed so easily before and continued to tease him, "We must be about the same age, right? Just call me Sheng, you know a woman is most sensitive about her age."

Zi’s face instantly reddened even more. Except for Chu Jin, he had never been so close to any woman before, and he quickly stepped back.

Besides, Chu Jin and Duanmu Sheng gave off completely different vibes.

In his heart, Chu Jin was like a good buddy.

But Duanmu Sheng was not...

The first time he met Duanmu Sheng, she wasn’t like this at all.

How come this time.

Zi was somewhat puzzled.

He still didn’t know that there was a word in this world called restraint.

You just can’t be so casual when you first meet someone.

Once a stranger, twice familiar.

"Hehe." Duanmu Sheng covered her mouth and chuckled, wondering how she’d never realized before that the Great National Division could be so amusing.

Nowadays, all men are masters of flirting; simple souls like Zi Qi are nearly extinct.

It’s just a pity that he’s a bit dark.

If he were a bit paler, he could actually pass for a sunny and handsome young man.

Fortunately, his facial features are quite delicate, so he’s still acceptable to look at.

Zi kept moving back, swallowing nervously as he said, "Sheng, Sheng Sheng sister, what are you laughing at?"

Duanmu Sheng, holding a wine glass, took steps forward as Zi continued to move back, until he was backed against a pillar, where he stopped, trying his best not to look at anything below Duanmu Sheng’s neck.

Duanmu Sheng stretched out her hand and rested it on Zi’s shoulder in a female version of a ’wall slam’, scaring Zi so much his legs went weak, and his body slowly slid downward.

They say a woman is like a tiger, and indeed, this saying wasn’t wrong; Duanmu Sheng was just like a tiger.

What’s terrifying is that this tiger is quite pretty.

Duanmu Sheng just looked down at Zi, who nervously asked, "Sheng, Sheng Sheng sister, what, what do you want to do?"

Duanmu Sheng smiled slowly, her voice seductive as she said, "I already told you, call me Sheng Sheng."

The two were very close; Duanmu Sheng suddenly realized that up close, Zi wasn’t that dark after all.

Zi’s legs trembled with nervousness, his forehead breaking out in sweat layer after layer; he didn’t even know what he was nervous about, he just couldn’t help it.

Finding Zi so amusing, Duanmu Sheng laughed even more joyfully, downed the red wine in her glass, casually placed the glass on the buffet table beside her, and rested both hands on the space above Zi’s shoulders. Belching softly from the wine, she half-squinted those sultry fox-like eyes and said, "Call me Sheng Sheng."

In modern society, a pure-hearted man like Zi Qi is simply a treasure, a rarity even when sought with a lantern; naturally, Duanmu Sheng wouldn’t let him go.

Zi, having never been in such a situation, called out with a quivering voice, "Sheng, Sheng Sheng..."

Originally thinking that if he did as Duanmu Sheng asked, she would let him go, Zi hadn’t anticipated that Duanmu Sheng still didn’t intend to move her arms and maintained the ’wall slam’ posture, looking down at him from above.

"Sheng, Sheng Sheng, can, can I go now?" Zi’s nervousness made his speech unclear and stuttered.

Duanmu Sheng raised an eyebrow and slowly uttered two words, "You can’t."

"Wh-why?" Zi turned his head slightly, a bit afraid to meet Duanmu Sheng’s eyes directly.

"Look into my eyes." There was a teasing glint in Duanmu Sheng’s eyes; this Zi was really interesting.

Zi slowly turned his eyes towards Duanmu Sheng, his whole body tense with anxiety.

"Say my name." Duanmu Sheng continued.

Zi swallowed nervously, "Sheng Sheng." He was as tense as a mouse in the presence of a cat.

Duanmu Sheng kept laughing, "Zi, have you never been in contact with girls before?"

Zi nodded his head hastily.

He had forgotten that Chu Jin was also a girl.

Duanmu Sheng couldn’t stop smiling, then continued, "Ever been in love?"

Zi shook his head.

"Do you have a girl you like?"

Zi continued shaking his head; girls were too terrifying! He didn’t want to be in love!

Duanmu Sheng’s laughter was nearly constant, but luckily the focus of the evening was Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan, so everyone was busy with the newlyweds, and no one noticed them.

"Young man, you should get in touch with girls more, look at yourself, so timid. How will you ever get a wife later on?" Duanmu Sheng freed one hand and patted Zi’s shoulder.

With each pat from Duanmu Sheng, Zi sank a bit until he was sitting on the ground.

Seeing Zi like that, Duanmu Sheng laughed out loud, grabbed Zi by the collar, and pulled him up from the ground. "Alright, alright, get up now. I don’t bite, what’s got you so scared? Am I that frightening?"

Zi hung his head low, "I... I..." He stumbled over his words, unable to articulate a thing.

Just then, Duanmu Sheng’s phone rang from within her bag; she took it out, didn’t answer, and said to Zi, "Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. I have things to do, I’m leaving first."

Duanmu Sheng turned around, picked up a cup of lemon water from the buffet table, took a big gulp, and then strode away.

Zi watched her retreating figure, thought for a moment, and then chased after her.

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