Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 761 - 763, how long are you going to reject me (second update)

Chapter 761: 763, how long are you going to reject me (second update)

The name column displayed, "Song Chen."

These two characters.

Zhao Yan took the business card and casually handed a box of fruit she was holding to Song Shiqin, then said, "Song, these are fruits I picked from the orchard. They aren’t much, but they’re fresh. You must accept them."

"Thank you, Auntie," Song Shiqin didn’t refuse and continued, "Auntie, I should get going now. Goodbye."

Zhao Yan waved at him, "Goodbye, be careful on the road."

The car had just started when Chu Jin walked over from the direction of the intersection, looking at Zhao Yan with some curiosity, she asked, "Who was in the car?"

At her words, Zhao Yan immediately withdrew her gaze, turned to look at Chu Jin, and said nervously, "Jin, why did you come out alone? Where’s Zhixuan?"

Chu Jin replied with a smile brimming with warmth, "Mo Zhixuan went to the supermarket over there to buy sour plums. Knowing you were coming, I specifically came to see you. What are you holding in your hand? Let me carry it for you."

"It’s not heavy, I can carry it myself," Zhao Yan declined Chu Jin’s offer. After all, she was a pregnant woman, how could she let her carry things?

Only then did Chu Jin notice the injuries on Zhao Yan’s elbow and knee, and she immediately asked, "Mom, what happened to you? Why are you injured? Have you seen a doctor?"

"It’s nothing, just fell and tripped on the road here," Zhao Yan said, and as if remembering something, she continued, "Jin, your mom met good Samaritans today. Not only did they help me up and clean my wounds, but they also went out of their way to drive me here. The kind person from just now was in the car. If you had arrived a minute earlier, you could have spoken to him."

At that, a look of regret appeared on Zhao Yan’s face.

After all, Song Shiqin had helped her, and she owed him a favor. She should have let Chu Jin properly thank him, or perhaps Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin could invite him to dinner together.

Chu Jin then said, "Mom, we really should thank him properly. Why don’t you invite him to our house sometime, and Zhixuan and I can host him personally?" She was always someone who repaid favors.

"Alright," Zhao Yan nodded, "I’ll give him a call in a few days."

The black car drove farther and farther away, the figure of Chu Jin in the rearview mirror getting blurrier and blurrier. Song Shiqin’s gaze remained on the rearview mirror, filled with longing.

It was truly the irony of fate that he and she should not have come to this point.

Chu Jin and Zhao Yan walked slowly down the road and, upon reaching a fork, the two encountered Mo Zhixuan returning with the sour plums.

"Mom, let me carry that for you," Mo Zhixuan passed the sour plums to Chu Jin and took the gift box from Zhao Yan’s hands.

Zhao Yan didn’t refuse and passed the gift box directly to Mo Zhixuan, saying with a smile, "Zhixuan is so strong, that’s why I say, Jin should have a boy like Zhixuan, someone caring."

Mo Zhixuan continued, "Mom, as long as it’s Jin’s, I’ll love both a boy or a girl." Actually, deep down, Mo Zhixuan really liked the idea of having a girl, a little daughter with two pigtails calling him daddy sweetly, and being able to pester him affectionately.

Having a son, heh, that’s not called a son.

That’s called a nemesis.

Just the thought of Chu Jin kissing another man besides him in the future was unbearable for Mo Zhixuan.

"I’ve had someone do the calculation, and there’s an eight or nine out of ten chance that Jin’s carrying twins," Zhao Yan said cheerfully.

"Mom, who did you ask to calculate that? That can’t be reliable, right?" Mo Zhixuan frowned slightly.

"I asked Master Wuchen. There won’t be a mistake," Zhao Yan said with utmost certainty.

"Master Wuchen? Mom, I’ve never heard of this name. You haven’t been cheated, have you?" Mo Zhixuan had never heard of this name; although the Superpower World was peaceful, there were still scammers around.

"Shouldn’t be, right?" Zhao Yan said, "I feel that Master Wuchen seemed quite legitimate."

Chu Jin spoke up with a smile, "Mom, whether it’s a boy or a girl, it doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about this, let’s just let nature take its course."

Zhao Yan nodded, "That’s true."

Today the Mo family was bustling with activity, almost everyone had gathered; Tong Zhi, Mo Qingyi, Duanmu Zhe, Zi, Zhou Xunian, etc.

A group of young people were gathered around, playing mahjong, and Chu Jin joined in. Perhaps due to the ’three years of stupidity during pregnancy,’ Chu Jin lost two games in a row, and had two pieces of paper stuck on her fair forehead.

"Two wan," Tong Zhi tossed out a tile and teased, "Jin, you really need to pay attention to prenatal education now, don’t give birth to a couple of little gamblers later on."

Chu Jin smiled and reached out to draw a card, "Aunt Tong, if prenatal education really works, I’m definitely going to have two little gambling gods." Then she said, "Pong, I win."

So, the other three players all voluntarily stuck a piece of paper on their faces.

Perhaps the babies in her belly were particularly competitive, because from that round on, Chu Jin won every hand, and couldn’t lose even when she tried.

Mo Qingyi was losing so badly that she began to question her life, complaining, "Jin, you’re not really going to give birth to two little gambling gods, are you?"

Chu Jin smiled slightly, "Can’t help it if the skills are too good."

Tong Zhi’s face was also covered with many paper notes, she sneakily made a gesture to Mo Qingyi and then coughed softly. Mo Qingyi’s eyes lit up, and she immediately understood, tossing out a Circle 1 tile.

Tong Zhi immediately beamed and said, "I pong, Jin, now it’s your turn to lose."

Chu Jin silently spread out the mahjong tiles in her hand, "Straight flush, I win."

The smile on Tong Zhi’s face instantly froze, and she complained tearfully, "Jin, please, have some mercy on me, how can you bear to bully an old lady like me?"

Chu Jin chuckled softly, "Actually, I don’t want to win either..."

Tong Zhi cried even harder.

Meanwhile.

Duanmu Sheng and Shen Haoguang were dining in a restaurant.

Shen Haoguang attentively picked a green vegetable for Duanmu Sheng and smiled, "Sheng Sheng, I’m so happy today, finally that light bulb, Ya Ya, isn’t here."

Duanmu Sheng chuckled and patted Shen Haoguang on the head, "Listen to what you’re saying, Ya Ya would be so sad to hear that." Situ Ya was a very homebound comic artist, who, according to her, might not leave the house even once a month under normal circumstances.

But drawing comics required inspiration, so Duanmu Sheng would always take her out whenever she went out, hoping to repay her for saving her life.

However, Duanmu Sheng had no idea that all of this was a trap set by Situ Ya and Shen Haoguang from the beginning, waiting for her to fall into it.

"What does she have to be sad about." Shen Haoguang poured a drink for Duanmu Sheng and then continued, "By the way, I heard that your brother Little Zhe is getting engaged, right?"

"Yes, that’s right," Duanmu Sheng nodded, "it’s happening these few days."

Shen Haoguang seized the opportunity to grab Duanmu Sheng’s hand, looking into her eyes tenderly, "Then when can we also settle our own matters? Your brother is getting engaged before you, the older sister, have even gotten engaged. How can this be?"

"You’re in such a hurry," Duanmu Sheng tapped his forehead with her finger, "there’s not even a stroke in the character ’eight’ for our matter yet, what are you rushing for? Let’s talk about it after my brother’s matter is taken care of."

Duanmu Sheng was not in a hurry to get married. She enjoyed the process of dating because once married, the love would change, wouldn’t it? There’s a saying that marriage is the grave of love.

She was a relatively rational person.

"What do you mean ’not even a stroke in the character eight’?" Shen Haoguang became unhappy, his face tensing, "We’ve been together for so many years now. My mom keeps asking me when I can give her a grandchild. How am I supposed to explain your reply to her? Sheng Sheng, that was really irresponsible of you to say!"

Duanmu Sheng also realized that her words were hurtful, especially since she and Shen Haoguang had been through so much together, through so many autumns and winters. She continued, "Haoguang, that’s not what I meant. What I mean is, let’s talk about our matter after my brother’s stuff is sorted out. Don’t worry, I will give you an answer."

Shen Haoguang’s expression improved at that, and he said, "Sheng Sheng, why don’t you come meet my parents tonight? They really like you and are eager to see their future daughter-in-law in person."

Duanmu Sheng had only met Shen Haoguang’s parents over video calls.

At this, Duanmu Sheng’s face flushed slightly, "Some other time, I have other plans tonight." She was going to the Mo family tonight because the arrangements for Duanmu Zhe and Mo Qingyi had been set, and she needed to discuss the details of the engagement.

Shen Haoguang thought she was intentionally making excuses, his tone tinged with displeasure, "Sheng Sheng, how long do you plan on rejecting me? My parents truly want to meet you."

Shen Haoguang also wanted to meet Duanmu Sheng’s family sooner rather than later, so that he wouldn’t have to worry every day.

"Haoguang," Duanmu Sheng sighed, her voice tinged with helplessness, "I really do have things to take care of today."

"Then tell me, what is it that you have to do! Aren’t you my girlfriend, is there anything you can’t tell me?" Shen Haoguang continued.

Duanmu Sheng took a sip of her drink and explained, "Tonight, I’m visiting the house of my brother’s future mother-in-law. How about the day after tomorrow, we’ll go to your house then, okay?"

Duanmu Sheng subconsciously hid Mo Qingyi’s identity from Shen Haoguang.

After all, the Mo family is not just any ordinary family.

For safety considerations, apart from those in the inner circle, the news of the marriage alliance between the Duanmu Family and the Mo family wasn’t publicly announced.

Upon hearing this, Shen Haoguang narrowed his eyes, a glint flashing within them. He had been worrying about not having much interaction with the Mo family, and unexpectedly, an opportunity had just presented itself.

Shen Haoguang suppressed the excitement in his heart, trying to keep his tone as neutral as possible, "Alright, then. Your brother’s matter is important, so you mustn’t say you’re unavailable the day after tomorrow! You have to come back home with me."

"Okay, I’ll definitely come back home with you the day after tomorrow," Duanmu Sheng nodded.

Shen Haoguang continued, "Which family is Little Zhe’s girlfriend from? How is the character of the girl? Our Little Zhe is so outstanding, he should match with a lady from a reputable family. Sheng Sheng, how about I go with you tonight and help Little Zhe take a look, to give some advice?"

Shen Haoguang pretended not to know that the girl was Mo Qingyi, acting as if he genuinely had Duanmu Zhe’s best interests at heart.

"Thank you on behalf of Little Zhe for being so thoughtful," Duanmu Sheng said with a smile in her eyes. From what she could see, Shen Haoguang indeed seemed like a good man worthy of entrusting her life to—at the very least, he always considered problems from her perspective, whatever the issue.

Shen Haoguang smiled, then added, "We’re all family, you don’t have to thank me. Isn’t it because I’m Little Zhe’s third brother-in-law? Alright, it’s settled then, I’ll join you tonight."

"No need," Duanmu Sheng said with a smile, "The girl is nice, works in the military just like Little Zhe, and comes from a good family. Actually, it’s our Little Zhe who is marrying up, not her. I haven’t even told my parents about us yet, so it wouldn’t be appropriate to bring you along so abruptly."

Guests visiting the Mo family were all big shots, people of standing. Taking Shen Haoguang along to the Mo family for the first discussion about the engagement – what would that amount to? That was just completely out of line. Duanmu Sheng was more thoughtful and not a rash person.

"Alright, let’s forget it then," Shen Haoguang had no choice but to give up. If he pressed on, Duanmu Sheng would surely become suspicious. After all, there would come a day when he could visit the Mo family openly.

"Oh right," Shen Haoguang continued, "I can still attend Little Zhe’s engagement banquet, right? He’s your only brother and I don’t want to miss this big event in his life."

Duanmu Sheng poked at the vegetables in her bowl, pondering for a moment. "We’ll see when the time comes. It mainly depends on whether my parents can accept you."

His eyes brightening at this, Shen Haoguang asked, "Then when can you bring me to meet your future in-laws?"

"What are you talking about!" Duanmu Sheng felt somewhat embarrassed and slapped Shen Haoguang’s hand, "Our matter isn’t settled yet, don’t start calling them that. How have they become in-laws so quickly!"

"Yes, yes, my mistake," Shen Haoguang immediately corrected himself, "they should be addressed as ’our dad’ and ’our mom.’

It had to be said, Shen Haoguang really had a way with girls. With just a few words, he made Duanmu Sheng blush, her ears tinged red. A girl in love always enjoys hearing such sweet nothings.

While saying she didn’t want it, she was actually very pleased in her heart. Shen Haoguang did understand women quite well. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to juggle two women at the same time, with Duanmu Sheng not suspecting a thing.

"Sheng Sheng, when exactly are you going to take me to see your parents? With Little Zhe about to get hitched, why don’t we bring double happiness to the elderlies?" Shen Haoguang continued with the topic.

Now that Duanmu Zhe was soon to take Mo Zhixuan’s sister as his wife, once the marriage was settled, Duanmu Sheng’s value would surely skyrocket. By then, many men with ill intentions would surely start paying attention to Duanmu Sheng, so he had to get to her before these men.

First, it would give him peace of mind.

Second, it would allow Duanmu Sheng to see his sincerity. After all, he was not interested in Duanmu Sheng for her utility but genuinely loved her deeply.

If the news of the marriage alliance between the Duanmu Family and the Mo family were to spread among the circle, and he pushes Duanmu Sheng to confirm their relationship by then, the meaning would be different.

"Hmm, let’s wait a few more days," Duanmu Sheng thought for a bit, then added, "We can’t rush this. I need to sound out my parents first."

"Okay," Shen Haoguang nodded, "Fine then, Sheng Sheng, I’ll wait for your good news at home. You can’t let me down."

"Don’t worry, I won’t," Duanmu Sheng replied.

"That’s good," Shen Haoguang suddenly lifted Duanmu Sheng’s chin and tenderly kissed her lips, passionately saying, "Sheng Sheng, I love you. I want to be with you for a lifetime, two together as one. I can’t live without you in this life."

Duanmu Sheng responded to his kiss, "I love you too." Because Duanmu Sheng had her eyes closed, she didn’t notice the intense scorn that flitted across Shen Haoguang’s eyes.

**

At the Mo family’s home.

The lively atmosphere still continued, with several people still playing mahjong. The sounds of tossing the tiles and shuffling could be heard from afar.

Under Chu Jin’s intentional losing, she had been defeated several more times, accumulating a few more pieces of paper on her face.

Zhao Yan carried over a platter of freshly cut fruit to the table, "Everyone, have some fruit. I picked them myself from the orchard this morning."

"Thank you, Aunt Yuan. Aunt Yuan, you really are the savior in the nick of time. I was just getting thirsty." Mo Qingyi immediately picked up a slice of the snow-white fruit and put it in her mouth, took a couple of bites, and exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Wow, so sweet."

"Qingyi, I think it’s not the fruit that’s sweet, but the joy of your upcoming event is making you feel refreshed," Chu Jin said with a smile, teasing her.

Mo Feixue also joined in, "Jin is right. Qingyi, I see you’ve been pretty well-moisturized by love recently. Look at that little face of yours, all fair and rosy."

"That’s not true..." Mo Qingyi touched her cheeks somewhat embarrassedly.

"Qingyi is getting married soon. Feixue, when are you going to bring your boyfriend over for all of us to see?" Tong Zhi said with a smile.

"No rush, no rush," Mo Feixue replied with a smile, "He’s shy and quite introverted. We can talk about it later."

As soon as she said this, everyone turned their attention toward Mo Feixue. Chu Jin slightly raised her eyebrows in disbelief and said, "Feixue, you’ve kept this quite the secret. So you have a boyfriend and didn’t tell us."

"Exactly, exactly," Mo Qingyi echoed, "Feixue, who is your boyfriend? What does he look like? Is he handsome?"

"Whether he’s handsome or not isn’t important. What’s crucial is his character," Tong Zhi followed up, "Feixue, what’s the guy like in terms of character? What’s his family background? What’s his name? How old is he? It won’t do if he’s too old."

Young people and their elders really do think differently.

Mo Qingyi cared the most about looks, while Tong Zhi first considered character, family background, and age.

Marriage involves too many things; good looks alone won’t fill your stomach. Moreover, it’s quite important to match the social status. Considering Mo Feixue’s status, she would need to find someone from a wealthy and noble family, someone who could match the Mo family’s standing.

At the mention of the man being too old, Mo Zhixuan felt inexplicably guilty, sitting upright and somewhat afraid to look this way.

Mo Feixue smiled subtly, acting mysterious, "It’s a secret for now. When I bring him over one day, you all will know."

Mo Qingyi hugged Mo Feixue’s arm, "Feixue, between Duanmu Xiaosi and your boyfriend, who is more handsome?"

Mo Feixue arched an eyebrow and tossed her long curly hair to one side, "Of course, my boyfriend is more handsome."

Mo Qingyi immediately had stars in her eyes, saying excitedly, "Do you have a photo? Do you have a photo? Let me see!" In life, good food and handsome men are not to be wasted.

Mo Feixue glanced over Mo Qingyi’s shoulder, coughed lightly, and didn’t speak.

Mo Qingyi, puzzled, said, "Feixue, why are you coughing? Let me see! If he really is more handsome than Duanmu Xiaosi, I’ll dump that guy in a heartbeat!"

Mo Feixue continued to cough, seemingly hinting at something to Mo Qingyi.

Tong Zhi and Chu Jin merely smiled without saying a word.

"Feixue, show me now!" Mo Qingyi became anxious.

"Who did you just say you were going to dump?" A low male voice sounded from behind Mo Qingyi.

Mo Qingyi looked up and saw Duanmu Zhe standing tall behind her, his eyes shimmered with a dangerous glint.

"I’ll dump you!" Mo Qingyi glared at him, "Who told you to flirt around!"

Duanmu Zhe gave an apologetic smile to the other three women, "Aunt Tong, Sister-in-law Nine, Feixue, sorry about this. I’ll just take Qingyi outside to chat about life and discuss ideals."

"Go on, go on." Tong Zhi waved her hand understandingly.

"Aunt Tong, Feixue, I’m not playing anymore. I’ve been sitting for too long, and my back hurts, I’m going out for a walk." Chu Jin stood up.

"Then Yuying and I will come to you." Gan Yuying, dragging Weiwei, took Chu Jin and Mo Qingyi’s previous seats.

"If you two are here, I guess we can get rid of those notes from before." Tong Zhi ripped off the note from her face, let out a long breath, and was in an exceptionally good mood, finally able to sing triumphantly about turning the tables, having been suppressed by Chu Jin for so long.

"Sit down, sit down," Mo Feixue said, inviting them to take their seats with great enthusiasm.

Feeling the room was a bit stuffy, Chu Jin headed toward the door. The flower bed by the door was filled with many flowers; a breeze wafted through, bringing waves of floral fragrance.

At the entrance of the imperial palace.

A few officers stopped a woman in a long dress. It was obvious that she had dressed with care; her dress was elegant yet displayed luxury, her hair was skewed into a fishtail braid, and she wore an English-style hat with a white veil that fell, concealing her brows and eyes, and she also held a beautifully wrapped box in her hand.