Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 760 - 762, just call me Song (first update)

Chapter 760: 762, just call me Song (first update)

On the other side.

Because she knew Chu Jin was coming back, Zhao Yan got up early in the morning and planned to go to a nearby farm to pick some fresh fruit to deliver to Chu Jin. In reality, with the Chu Family’s resources, getting fresh fruit was as simple as saying a word; there was no need for her to make the trip herself.

But Zhao Yan wanted to pick it personally. This way, Chu Jin could eat with peace of mind, and it was also a gesture of love. What she was offering was not the fruit, but a deep maternal love.

Zhao Yan did not make a big deal of it by having a driver take her. Instead, she went to the suburbs by bus, just like an ordinary person. Like Chu Jin, she was inherently a low-key person at heart.

September, gold in the morning and silver at night, was the richest time of the year for fruit variety.

The orchard was full of fruits of all colors.

It didn’t take long for Zhao Yan to pick a large basket, which included jujubes, pomelos, pomegranates, green apples, pears, and tangerines, among others.

After paying, Zhao Yan headed to the bus stop with the fruit. Carrying the heavy load, she walked slowly and was so focused on the road ahead that she didn’t notice a young woman zooming towards her on a hoverboard.

With a clatter, Zhao Yan was knocked to the ground, fruit scattered everywhere, and her knee scraped a patch of skin off, which was now oozing beads of blood.

The young woman quickly picked up her hoverboard, stood on it, and sped off, vanishing from sight in no time.

On the busy street, bystanders were only interested in watching the spectacle. Surprisingly, no one came to help Zhao Yan. Actually, the people of the Superpower World were known for their high quality and kind-hearts. At that moment, they seemed not to see Zhao Yan, as if something obstructed their vision.

Zhao Yan’s head was dizzy from the impact, and she propped herself up with her hands, taking quite a while to recover.

Just then, a black car slowly stopped beside Zhao Yan. A young man in a black trench coat stepped out, a black hat on his head casting a deep shadow over his face, making it difficult to see his features clearly, leaving only a slender jaw visible.

Unlike the other bystanders, the young man quickly walked over to Zhao Yan, extended his hand to help her up, and asked with concern, "Auntie, are you alright?"

In that moment, Zhao Yan regained her wits and looked up at the young man. Being close, she clearly saw his face and couldn’t help but inwardly exclaim, "What a handsome young man."

"I’m fine, thank you, young man," Zhao Yan said, brushing the dust off her trousers.

"Auntie, don’t mention it, these are things we young people should do." As he spoke, the young man crouched down to pick up the scattered fruit.

Zhao Yan quickly crouched down too, "Young man, you needn’t trouble yourself, I can do it."

"It’s no trouble," the young man said with a faint smile, putting the fruit back into the basket, "Auntie, you’ve hurt your knee and arm; please don’t overexert yourself. Let me handle this."

Zhao Yan smiled, "Thank you, young man. You really are a good person. Young people like you are rare these days."

The young woman who had bumped into her earlier had run off without a word, and not a single person in the passing crowd offered a helping hand. Therefore, Zhao Yan had a very good impression of the young man in the black trench coat.

The young man swiftly collected all the fruit and handed it to Zhao Yan, "Auntie, here you go."

Since her elbow was injured, Zhao Yan painfully reached out, but the young man placed the basket on the roadside and said, "Auntie, please wait. My friend is a nurse. I’ll ask her to get out of the car and treat your wounds."

Before Zhao Yan could refuse, the young man walked to the car, opened the door, and spoke with someone inside. Moments later, a long-haired woman with a first aid kit came down.

"Auntie, let me treat your wound," the long-haired woman said with a smile as she approached Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan refused, "Thank you, young lady, but there’s no need to trouble yourself, it’s just a scrape, it’s not serious."

"It’s no trouble," the long-haired woman replied warmly, "tending to the ill and saving lives is our duty as nurses. Please, don’t be so formal." With that, the long-haired woman grabbed Zhao Yan’s arm, took a cotton swab, and began to carefully clean the wound.

Zhao Yan realized she had encountered kind people and quickly thanked her, "Then, thank you very much, young lady."

"No thanks needed, Auntie," the long-haired woman continued, "Auntie, my surname is Dai. You can just call me Little Dai."

Zhao Yan felt she had seen Little Dai somewhere before, but couldn’t quite remember where.

After treating the wounds, the young man looked at Zhao Yan and said, "Auntie, you definitely can’t take a bus home like this. Where do you live? Let me drive you back."

"No, no," Zhao Yan hurriedly waved her hands, "I’ve already troubled you a lot. How could I trouble you further? I’ll just take a taxi back. Young people, I really thank you two for today."

"No need to thank us, Auntie," the young man said, glancing at Zhao Yan before continuing, "This place is quite remote and not easy to find a taxi. Why not let me take you home? Rest assured, I’m not a scammer. You just seem so familiar to me, like seeing my own mother."

The young man’s words were quite moving, softening Zhao Yan’s heart considerably. She looked at the young man and asked, "Child, where is your mother?"

"She..." the young man’s voice turned hoarse as he started, "She passed away when I was very young, leaving behind only a photograph."

Zhao Yan quickly apologized, "I’m sorry, I didn’t know your mother..."

Zhao Yan understood the pain of losing a loved one and knew how hard it was for a child to live without a mother’s protection. Don’t the lyrics say, ’children without mothers are like rootless grass’?

Zhao Yan’s maternal instincts kicked in, and she felt a great deal of sympathy for the young man.

It couldn’t have been easy for him to lose his mother at such a young age.

"It’s alright," the young man forced a casual smile and continued, "After so many years, I’ve gotten used to it. Let’s go, Auntie. I’ll drive you back. But since Little Dai has to go to the hospital to work, we might have to take a detour."

"Alright," Zhao Yan nodded, "young man, I’ll trouble you then."

"It’s no trouble at all," the young man said as he carefully placed the two boxes of fruit in the car and opened the rear door for Zhao Yan, "Auntie, please get in."

"Okay." Zhao Yan nodded slightly and stepped into the car.

Little Dai was sitting in the back seat, and when she saw Zhao Yan get in, she greeted her enthusiastically, "Auntie, sit here."

Zhao Yan sat next to Little Dai and remarked with feeling, "Little Dai, you and that young man driving in front are both good people. I really owe you a lot today."

"Auntie, you don’t need to say that," Little Dai patted Zhao Yan’s hand, "Society has changed, not like it used to be. Nowadays, if anyone saw you in this situation, they would definitely lend a hand."

The young man in the driver’s seat spoke up, "Auntie, my last name is Song, just call me Little Song.

In fact, the young man and woman were none other than Song Shiqin and Dai Yu.

"Little Song, is it the Song from Song Dynasty?" Zhao Yan continued to ask.

"Yes, the Song from Song Dynasty," Song Shiqin answered with a smile.

"Then you and Little Dai are..." Zhao Yan nonchalantly shifted her gaze back and forth between the two.

They both had the looks and the kindness, probably a couple, she thought.

"She and I are just friends," Song Shiqin replied in an indifferent tone.

Dai Yu also added, "Auntie, actually I already have a boyfriend."

"Oh, is that so," Zhao Yan said, then continued, "Little Song, what about you? Do you have a girlfriend?" Not one to talk much, Zhao Yan was somehow very taken with the young man and found herself chatting more.

"I don’t have one yet," Song Shiqin answered.

"Little Song, how old are you then?" Zhao Yan went on to ask.

"Thirty-three. I’m not in a hurry," Song Shiqin replied as he drove.

"Thirty-three, well, that’s not too young. My daughter is over ten years younger than you and she’s already pregnant. You need to hurry up," Zhao Yan went on, "It’s a pity my daughter is already married or I would definitely matchmake you two."

Zhao Yan didn’t say this out of dislike for Mo Zhixuan.

It was because she felt sorry for Song Shiqin; a man is supposed to be established by thirty, yet Song Shiqin was already thirty-three and still unmarried, all due to the lack of a mother’s support behind him.

Upon hearing this, Song Shiqin chuckled softly. If someone were sitting next to him, they would surely notice that his eyes were filled with warmth.

Song Shiqin didn’t say anything more, but Dai Yu next to him spoke up, "Auntie, you have an extraordinary presence. Your daughter must be very beautiful as well."

With a nod of her head, a tender look appeared in Zhao Yan’s eyes, "That’s right, my daughter is very beautiful, as lovely as you, Little Dai." Dai Yu had no comparison with Chu Jin, but to Zhao Yan, inner beauty was also very important. Although Dai Yu wasn’t as beautiful as Chu Jin, she was kind-hearted.

"Auntie, please don’t tease me," Dai Yu said with a laugh, "How can I compare to your daughter?"

Zhao Yan chuckled, her gaze becoming even more tender as she talked about Chu Jin, "My daughter is the best daughter under the heavens, just like you guys, with a very kind heart..."

Song Shiqin in the driver’s seat was listening intently and casually asked, "Auntie, your daughter sounds so outstanding, what about your son-in-law? How does he treat you and your daughter?"

"He’s very good too," Zhao Yan nodded vigorously, "My son-in-law is also very outstanding. He loves my daughter a lot and is beyond reproach with me..."

Listening, the warmth in Song Shiqin’s eyes gradually faded, and his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his fingers turning slightly white from the force. It seemed Zhao Yan was quite satisfied with Mo Zhixuan.

As Zhao Yan was praising Mo Zhixuan, suddenly, with a ’tssk’, the car which had been moving fast came to a sudden halt. The force of the sudden stop sent Zhao Yan’s head smashing against the back of the front seat. Fortunately, Dai Yu quickly steadied Zhao Yan’s shoulders, "Auntie, are you alright?"

It was then that Song Shiqin came back to his senses, turning around with an apologetic look, "I’m sorry, Auntie. Someone just ran across the road, so I had to brake hard."

"It’s fine, it’s fine," Zhao Yan said with a smile, lifting her head, "Safety first."

Zhao Yan was a very understanding person.

The car continued on its way. Ten minutes later, Dai Yu got out of the car, greeted Zhao Yan, and walked toward the entrance of the hospital. This was the central hospital of the Superpower World, not far from the Mo family. Chu Jin had her prenatal check-up here last time.

"Auntie, let me take you home now. Where do you live?" Song Shiqin turned around in the driver’s seat and asked politely.

Zhao Yan gave the address, and soon, the car came to a stop again.

Song Shiqin got out and opened the car door for Zhao Yan personally, "Auntie, we have arrived."

Zhao Yan got off with a beaming smile and looked up at Song Shiqin, full of gratitude, "Little Song, thank you so much for today. Since I’m home anyway, why not come in for a cup of tea at my place?"

"Thank you, Auntie, but there’s no need. I have an appointment this afternoon," Song Shiqin declined tactfully.

He couldn’t let Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan discover him now, or else the plans that followed wouldn’t be possible.

He didn’t believe that Mo Zhixuan could keep beating him time and time again.

"I see. Well then, Little Song, leave your phone number with me, and another day, lets me treat you and Little Dai to something delicious." Zhao Yan genuinely liked the kind-hearted young man Song Shiqin, especially since, without him, she would have been in deep trouble today.

"Sure." Song Shiqin took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Yan, "Auntie, this is my business card. Feel free to call me whenever you need to."

A black business card.

No extensive introduction, just a name and a cellphone number.

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