Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 748 - 750, wait a moment (first update)

Chapter 748: 750, wait a moment (first update)

"Sheng, wait a second,"

He still liked to call her Sister Sheng.

"What is it?" Duanmu Sheng turned back with a smile.

"It’s raining outside," Zi scratched her head, then took off the suit she was wearing and draped it over Duanmu Sheng’s shoulders, "Wear this."

"No need, my boyfriend is coming to pick me up in his car," Duanmu Sheng smiled as she declined.

Duanmu Sheng held no special feelings for Zi; she simply found him amusing and wanted to tease him a bit.

"Just put it on." Zi bent down and fastened the buttons for her, throughout the process he kept his gaze down, careful to tighten the collar.

After all, Duanmu Sheng was a girl, it wouldn’t be safe for her to walk out dressed like that.

Zi, at a height of one meter eighty-five, wore a suit that was very oversized on Duanmu Sheng, making her look like a child who had stolen an adult’s clothes, inevitably arousing a man’s protective instincts.

Duanmu Sheng adjusted the suit on her body and smiled, "Okay, then thank you, goodbye."

"Goodbye." Zi waved to her.

Watching Duanmu Sheng leave the wedding venue, Zi too picked up his pace, heading in the direction where she disappeared.

The rain outside the State Guest House was pouring heavily.

Zi stood outside the revolving door, clearly seeing a luxury car parked beneath the veil of rain.

As soon as Duanmu Sheng stepped out, the car door was opened, and a young man holding an umbrella emerged.

Zi’s first thought was that the man’s skin was very pale; yes, like a pretty boy, slightly taller than Duanmu Sheng, perhaps around one meter eighty in height.

The young man naturally wrapped his arms around Duanmu Sheng’s waist, his lips curving into a faint smile. He was considerate -- the small black umbrella was nearly all tilted toward Duanmu Sheng’s side, as the rain drenched his coat. After a few steps, the young man said something and Duanmu Sheng stopped in her tracks, brows slightly furrowed, lips moving as if she were saying something.

The young man’s steps stiffened for a moment but finally he stopped, turned, and sealed Duanmu Sheng’s chattering lips with his.

Zi watched the two people in the rain, involuntarily gripping the nearby decoration, his knuckles turning a faint white. It took him a long while to leave the place.

Meanwhile, Duanmu Sheng and the young man left together, arms around each other.

Returning to the wedding scene, the lively atmosphere was still ongoing; soon, Zi forgot the scene he had just witnessed as he wandered between the buffet tables, enjoying the numerous delicacies.

Ah, how to dispel worries? Only with good food.

In the Superpower World, not only were the bride and groom the subject of excitement, but the bridesmaids and groomsmen were too.

Mo Qingyi and Gan Yuying had been made to drink so much they were completely drunk. Duanmu Zhe and another groomsman weren’t much better off. Duanmu Zhe, still somewhat aware, was continuously observing Mo Qingyi’s reactions.

Here, Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan were still toasting guests.

An important foreign dignitary said, "On such a joyous day, it wouldn’t be right for Nine Ye and his bride not to drink a wedding toast together."

As soon as these words were spoken, someone immediately echoed, "A wedding toast, a wedding toast."

Chu Jin secretly rejoiced, thankful that she had been smart enough to fill her glass with only plain water; otherwise, it would have been difficult to keep face.

Mo Zhixuan looked up at the crowd, eventually resting his gaze on Mo Qianjue, and said in a leisurely tone, "To satisfy you all." With those words, he lifted the glass, held it up to Chu Jin, exchanged a glance with her, and then they intertwined their hands, each drinking the contents of their respective glasses."

"What a capacity, Nine Ye truly can hold his liquor."

Mo Zhixuan took wedding candies handed over by a server, distributed them to the crowd, and handed the last packet to Mo Qianjue, slowly saying, "Thank you, Mr. Mo, for honoring us with your presence at our wedding. Here is some wedding candy as a token of my appreciation."

Having the chance to hand wedding candy to a love rival was just too damned satisfying.

In front of him, the Unparalleled Son, Mo Qianjue, was reduced to a mere onlooker, someone who could only stand by and consume candy.

With his beloved by his side, a sense of superiority blazed in Mo Zhixuan’s heart, almost impossible to conceal on his face.

Seeing Mo Qianjue, the live comments exploded once again.

As the City Lord of Lawless City, and with his own beauty, Mo Qianjue was often regarded as the most handsome man across the three realms.

"Wow, wow, wow! My dear Lord actually attended!"

"Am I sensing a déjà vu from encountering a love rival?"

"You’re not alone in that thought!"

"I can totally imagine a love triangle now."

"Look how proud our Nine Ye is."

"Nine Ye is being too polite," Mo Qianjue accepted the wedding candy, stood up from his chair, and said with a smile, "I wish Nine Ye and his wife a lifetime of happiness together."

"Thank you," Mo Zhixuan uttered slowly, dragging out the two words.

The corners of Mo Qianjue’s lips curled up into a charming smile, "Nine Ye, let me also remind you, until I am married, I have the right to pursue Jin. Treat her well and don’t give me an opening to move in."

His words were both advice and a warning, and indeed a provocation.

Mo Qianjue respected Chu Jin’s choice, and as he declared, if Mo Zhixuan dared to wrong her, he would step forward.

It must be said, Mo Qianjue’s words were indeed very eloquent.

As soon as he spoke, the comments section exploded.

The viewers had been fantasizing, but with Mo Qianjue speaking up, the rumor was now confirmed.

Wasn’t that explosive?

"Unparalleled Son V587! That’s a blatant challenge!"

"Nine Ye will surely not disappoint his queen, the Unparalleled Son will be disappointed."

"My queen is just that impressive."

"If I were a man, I too would fall for our queen."

"I’m a woman, but that doesn’t stop me from liking our queen."

"So smooth! So smooth! So smooth! So smooth! Explosively smooth!"

"So handsome! Yiyiyi!"

"Support Mo Qianjue in stealing the bride! Support Mo Qianjue in stealing the bride! Support Mo Qianjue in stealing the bride! Important things must be said three times."

Facing Mo Qianjue’s provocation, Mo Zhixuan did not get angry but simply said in a mild tone, "Rest assured, I love her more than my own life and will never give you a chance to take advantage of, Mr. Mo. You might as well just enjoy your candy. If you don’t find the candy to your taste, I can have someone bring you some melon."

His and Chu Jin’s love, Mo Qianjue only needed to stand by as an onlooker and enjoy the show.

The live audience was excited, their blood boiling.

The banter between Unparalleled Son and the big shots of all realms, isn’t it just too damn good?

They believed that there were definitely more people like Unparalleled Son hidden among the wedding banquet crowd, it was just that their guts were not as big as Mo Qianjue’s.

"Mo Qianjue, daring to openly snatch Nine Ye’s wife, are your guts as big as the sky?"

"Hahaha, Unparalleled Son’s heart must be collapsing right now."

"Mo Qianjue: I don’t want to eat melons! I want to drink vinegar!"

"Are you stupid upstairs? Shouldn’t it be Nine Ye who should be drinking vinegar?"

"Nine Ye is so scheming, isn’t he?"

"Son, don’t be sad; if the queen doesn’t want you, I want you."

"The son is mine! None of you are allowed to compete with me for him!"

Mo Qianjue, too, appeared calm as usual, raising his eyes toward Chu Jin, and then said, "A match made in heaven, Jin, congratulations." Having said that, Mo Qianjue downed the strong liquor in his glass in one gulp.

The strong liquor hit his throat, bringing a burning sensation.

A match made in heaven.

Hearing these four words, Mo Zhixuan’s heart finally felt somewhat relieved, and he could temporarily overlook Mo Qianjue daring to call Chu Jin, ’Jin’. Of all the nonsense Mo Qianjue had said tonight, this sentence was at least bearable.

Chu Jin slightly raised her eyes, the dimples on her cheeks deepening, and softly she uttered two words, "Thank you." Having spoken, Chu Jin lifted her cup of tea in place of wine and took a sip.

After toasting at each table, the wedding ceremony also neared its end.

Following the end of the wedding feast, only a portion of family and friends remained, following the wedding procession to the imperial palace.

The imperial palace was vast, and since Mo Zhixuan and the others had only recently moved in, many people were visiting for the first time.

No one wanted to end Mo Zhixuan’s wedding early; they all hoped for some fun in the bridal chamber.

In reality, things like making noise in the bridal chamber were only wishful thinking; who would dare to cause a commotion in Mr. Mo’s bridal chamber?

The fact that they couldn’t make noise in the bridal chamber was exactly to Chu Jin’s liking.

Getting married was a physically demanding affair, even more tiring than the trial races. Maybe it was because of the pregnancy, but Chu Jin felt a sore back and aching waist, and she was also very hungry.

Feeling hungry was normal; during the wedding feast, she was too busy toasting, and except for water, she hadn’t had a chance to eat anything.

Zi no longer felt particularly hungry, but once she stopped, she felt as if her stomach was stuck to her back. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she reached under the blanket and groped for a handful of longans and red dates.

Unexpectedly, even the Superpower World subscribed to the notion of "the earlier the son, the better."

After eating some longans and red dates, Chu Jin felt her strength return a bit and proceeded to find her pajamas to go take a bath in the bathroom.

Mo Qingyi and Tong Zhi called everyone to play the game of fighting the landlord. In the living room downstairs, three tables were fully occupied. Some were playing mahjong, others were playing the landlord game, with noise, laughter, tobacco smoke, and the smell of alcohol all mixing together.

It wasn’t chaotic, but rather filled with a bustling and auspicious atmosphere.

Mo Qingyi looked on with a smile, her eyes brimming with contentment.

Mo Zhixuan came up from downstairs, loosened his collar button, and greeted everyone. After all, he and Chu Jin were the main characters of the day, so it wouldn’t do to be absent for too long.

By the time Chu Jin finished her bath and came out, there was a knock at the door. Wiping her wet hair, she went to open it.

"Jin," Mo Qingyi came in, carrying the delicious aroma of food, "you must be hungry. Here’s some food I had someone prepare for you. Check if it’s to your liking. If not, I’ll have them remake it."

Mo Qingyi, as someone who had been through it all, knew that Chu Jin must be hungry by now and had the food prepared in advance.

Chu Jin took the tray with a smile, "Thank you, Mom."

"It’s what I should do, no need for thanks," Mo Qingyi said with eyes full of kindness. She continued, "Were the kids good today? Did they give you any trouble?"

"They were very well-behaved," replied Chu Jin while eating. She nodded, "Even though the two little ones in my belly are still just tadpoles, they are very sprightly."

Just like they knew today was a big day in their parents’ lives, Chu Jin had hardly any reaction all day long. If it hadn’t been for Mo Qingyi’s reminder, Chu Jin would’ve almost forgotten about the two little ones in her belly.

"That’s good to hear," Mo Qingyi said with a smile. "How’s the food? Does it suit your taste, or should I have them make something else?"

"No, no, there’s no need," Chu Jin shook her head slightly, "It’s delicious, I really like it." When you’re hungry, everything tastes good.

"As long as you like it, Jin. Take your time eating, I’ll go entertain the guests downstairs," said Mo Qingyi as she got up to leave.

Chu Jin stood up to see her off.

After eating, Chu Jin changed into a dress and walked downstairs. When everyone saw Chu Jin coming down, they paused what they were doing and looked at her.

Unlike during the wedding, she had washed off her makeup, revealing a bare face without a touch of makeup, exceptionally clean and clear. Under the crystal light, she looked like pure and flawless warm jade. With all of her hair loosely hanging behind her, she exuded a stunning air.

From any angle, she was flawless.

Chu Jin was Chu Jin, irreplaceable and uncopyable.

Just her ethereal, orchid-like quality alone was something no one else could match.

Upon seeing Chu Jin come down, Mo Zhixuan hurried over to meet her.

"What happened to you?" Chu Jin looked at Mo Zhixuan and laughed lightly.

She saw that his forehead was covered with long strips of paper, yet he maintained a serious expression, which was somewhat comical.

"Sister-in-law, Sister-in-law, Brother Nine lost to us in the game of fighting the landlord," a young guy promptly stood up and announced.