Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 766 - 768, Weibo show off love (first update)

Chapter 766: 768, Weibo show off love (first update)

It wasn’t long before the air was filled with the sound of an engine firing up, and the driver excitedly stuck his head out the window, exclaiming, "Madam, it’s fixed, our car has been repaired by this gentleman."

Hearing this, Song Shiqin breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as it’s fixed, Auntie, I’ll be heading back now." Saying this, he turned to walk back to his car.

"Wait a moment, Song," Zhao Yan called out to Song Shiqin’s retreating figure with a smile.

"Auntie, is there something else?" Song Shiqin turned around, looking at Zhao Yan with a puzzled expression.

Zhao Yan continued, "Song, thank you so much for today, and for last time too. I’ve told my daughter and son-in-law, and they are very grateful to you. So, we’d like to invite you to join us for a meal. When are you free?"

Song Shiqin thought for a moment, then said, "Auntie, you don’t have to be so polite, you don’t need to worry about such a small matter. Honestly, you look very much like my mother, and seeing you is like seeing my own mother. It’s just... unfortunately..."

At this point, Song Shiqin’s tone shifted as he continued, "Auntie, if you really want to thank me, then some time you could make me a home-cooked meal. I live nearby, and you can call me when you’re free."

"Sure," Zhao Yan nodded with a beaming smile, "I’m best at home cooking! And the vegetables grown in my garden are all natural and pollution-free. Why wait for another day? How about you come over to my place tomorrow?"

Song Shiqin thought for a moment and then said, "Auntie, I won’t lie to you, I do have a bad habit of not enjoying crowds or visiting other people’s homes. If you really are willing to cook a home-cooked meal for me, then come over to my place some time?"

If he went to the Chu Family as a guest, Zhao Yan would definitely invite Chu Jin as well.

If Chu Jin discovered him, then his plan would be unable to proceed, which was why Song Shiqin said he didn’t like places with many people, hinting to Zhao Yan that if she were to come and cook, she should come alone without bringing anyone else.

Zhao Yan was very astute; she almost instantly understood the meaning behind Song Shiqin’s words.

In her heart, she felt even more sympathy for Song Shiqin. A child lacking maternal love was indeed different from one raised in a normal family.

Though Song Shiqin appeared very outstanding on the surface, deep down, he was actually very insecure, or else he wouldn’t fear places with lots of people.

Zhao Yan could never have imagined that Song Shiqin was purposefully getting close to her with an agenda in mind.

"Oh, is that so..." Zhao Yan nodded thoughtfully, "Then tomorrow might not work, because my nephew is coming home for his break."

"That’s no problem, Auntie," Song Shiqin said very politely, "Just call me whenever you’re free, and I’ll get the ingredients ready in advance."

"That can be arranged," Zhao Yan nodded.

"Then I’ll take this opportunity to thank you in advance, Auntie," Song Shiqin bowed slightly.

Zhao Yan, with a smile, said, "What are you thanking me for, child? It’s just a simple home-cooked meal."

"Then Auntie, I’ll be leaving now. Please take care on the road," Song Shiqin said.

"Alright, goodbye." Zhao Yan waved at Song Shiqin and then also got into her car.

The two cars went in opposite directions, disappearing into the night. In less than three minutes, Zhao Yan arrived at home.

Over here, Song Shiqin parked his car in front of a villa, turned off the engine, but didn’t get out. Instead, he took out a tablet from the storage compartment and, upon unlocking it, automatically logged onto a literary website.

This was an original literature website.

It was part of the secular world.

Once on the search page of the literary site, Song Shiqin quickly typed in three characters.

"The Return of the Past."

"The Return of the Past" was Chu Jin’s pen name. She had only written one book, but it had a fanbase of ninety million.

Currently, on the original literature website, it was a traffic magnet. Many people came specifically for her.

Moreover, beneath the book reviews, many individuals from the other three realms were lurking.

Song Shiqin had read "Blooms like Brocade" countless times, almost able to recite it by heart. He read it every night as a reminder to himself that he must bring Chu Jin back to his side.

However, today when he accessed the website, Song Shiqin discovered that "The Return of the Past" had a new serialized work with the title "The Ending Is the Real Beginning."

The new book had not been available for more than 24 hours yet had already amassed over ten thousand favorites, with comments soaring over 100,000.

The entire front page of the original literature website displayed messages about the return of "The Return of the Past."

On Weibo, "The Ending Is the Real Beginning" had become a trending topic.

In the first Chapter of her new book, Chu Jin plainly explained that "The Ending Is the Real Beginning" would be her final work.

Both on Weibo and in the comments section, people expressed their reluctance to say goodbye to "The Return of the Past."

Song Shiqin’s eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile curving his lips, "The Ending Is the Real Beginning"—he liked the name.

Perhaps, he and Chu Jin were on the same wavelength; maybe this was the hint Chu Jin was giving him.

Because only after Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan broke up, could he and Chu Jin really begin.

Song Shiqin gestured lightly on the screen, transforming the literary website page into a photo of a young girl.

In the photo, the girl was holding a cold drink, her smile blooming like flowers.

"Feng’er," Song Shiqin said softly, gazing at the girl in the picture. He slowly closed his eyes and then his lips covered the girl’s red lips in the photo, tracing them carefully.

Inch by inch.

Inch by inch, yearning.

Love has turned to obsession.

**

The Mo family.

In the bedroom, Chu Jin sat in front of the computer, updating the Chapters of her new book. Because of Mo Zhixuan, she was now able to access websites in the secular world.

Due to her pregnancy, both Mo Zhixuan and the elder Mrs. Mo wouldn’t let her do anything, so she thought of publishing a new article, incorporating the realizations she had come to these days, as a way to offer closure to her readers.

The Ending Is the Real Beginning.

It was her summary of these past three years.

While Chu Jin was typing on the computer, Mo Zhixuan was leaning back on the bed, browsing Weibo.

The computer had been specially treated, so they weren’t worried about any radiation.

Mo Zhixuan hadn’t browsed Weibo in quite a long time and found reading the comments of the netizens quite interesting now.

"Jin, why don’t we announce the news of your pregnancy?" Mo Zhixuan looked up at Chu Jin, "It seems the netizens are very concerned about you."

In truth, Mo Zhixuan wanted to show off a bit himself.

I have a child, a wife; my heart won’t feel at ease if I don’t show them off a bit.

The most crucial thing was that he knew, that shameless Song Shiqin was also on Weibo, and he had sneakily followed Chu Jin—even though Chu Jin had over a hundred million followers, Mo Zhixuan still recognized Song Shiqin’s sockpuppet account among the vast crowd.

"Do whatever you want; you know my Weibo password," Chu Jin replied as she tapped away at the keyboard.

Hearing her words, Mo Zhixuan instantly switched Weibo accounts, "Okay, then I’m logging into your Weibo."

Even though Mo Zhixuan knew Chu Jin’s Weibo password, he wouldn’t log in without her permission.

They were a married couple, but at the very least, respect for each other was necessary.

After switching accounts, Mo Zhixuan walked over to Chu Jin with his phone and took two pictures.

Of course, the content of the pictures focused on showing off their affection.

The first photo was of Chu Jin sitting in front of the computer typing, and since it was a profile shot, the bulging belly was clearly visible. She wore a pink dress that made her complexion as white as snow, her lips as though coated with rouge. Although only her profile could be seen, her beauty was so heart-stoppingly breathtaking.

The second photo captured Mo Zhixuan leaning down to kiss her, kissing her on the cheek, while Chu Jin’s eyes remained fixed on the computer.

After taking the pictures, Mo Zhixuan lay on the bed to edit the text.

Soon after, a Weibo post brimming with happiness was sent out.

"The Return of the Past" V: "It’s all the computer’s fault, this little enchantress, for stealing away your goddess! Are you frustrated? And then... welcome the new family member. Grateful for your appearance in my life. [image.jpg] [image.jpg]"

After doing all that, Mo Zhixuan quickly switched back to his own Weibo.

He commented beneath Chu Jin’s Weibo post.

"At First Sight" V: "No mistake, this Weibo is posted by me! Your goddess has eloped with the computer."

The moment this comment went out, the netizens upvoted it to the top.

[Ah oh, capturing a live Boss Mo.]

[Boss Mo, you’re so sly; does my goddess know?]

[Wow! This Weibo post is hugely revealing! Give me a moment to take it in.]

[Goddess and Boss Mo are a perfect match, aren’t they?]

[Does the phrase ’grateful for your appearance in my life’ mean that my goddess is having twins?]

[Ah ah ah! I’m so thrilled, the goddess is finally pregnant! I feel even more excited than if I were pregnant myself.]

[Poor Boss Mo, my goddess doesn’t want you anymore! Hahaha! Here, I laugh like a pig.]

[Sister "The Return of the Past," you finally posted on Weibo!]

[Sister "The Return of the Past," the new book is so good, I cried just reading the first Chapter!]

[Plus one to the comment above.]

[I am dazzled by a world of stunning beauty! V587!]

[Everyone! Hurry and check out the trending searches, I bet a million that the goddess is definitely trending again!]

[I bet ten million!]

[Boss Mo, you’re too much! How could you not turn on the beauty filter for our goddess! But what’s even worse is that our goddess doesn’t need a beauty filter to be this beautiful... I’m crying.]

[Photo beautification apps like Meitu are just decorations in front of my goddess, all right?]

[Honestly, apart from Boss Mo, I don’t think anybody else is worthy of our goddess.]

[My goddess is a mega-star delayed by the written word.]

[Suddenly, I’m really looking forward to Goddess stepping into show business.]

[The image of Empress Mingde suits our goddess so well.]

[To the one above, you’re not alone.]

[Twins! Twins! Twins! Little Bao Bao! Little Bao Bao! Little Bao Bao! Babies that look like our goddess!]

Mo Zhixuan read through the netizens’ comments one by one, his expression revealing a fatherly, tender smile. Occasionally, he’d get interested and reply to a comment or two.

Boss Mo online was completely different from Boss Mo in real life.

Online he showed a witty and humorous side, unlike the iceberg he was in reality.

After finishing a Chapter of her new story and returning to the bed, Chu Jin found Mo Zhixuan still grinning foolishly and asked somewhat speechlessly, "What are you laughing at?"

Mo Zhixuan immediately handed her the phone, as if presenting a treasure, "Look, these are pictures of our babies edited by netizens based on our photos. Do they look like us? Are they cute?"

You have to admit that the netizens from China are a powerful force.

The two children in the pictures were very cute.

Chubby, with eyes and brows that hinted at the features of both Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan.

It could melt anyone’s heart at a glance.

"Cute," Chu Jin said with smiling eyes.

Love and adoration reflected in Mo Zhixuan’s phoenix eyes, he reached out to touch Chu Jin’s belly, "Say hello to daddy, babies."

No sooner had he finished his sentence than everything inside was quiet; there was no response.

A look of disappointment flashed in Mo Zhixuan’s eyes...

What a failure! The kids actually ignored him.

Chu Jin laughed and consoled him, "It’s quite late, maybe the children have already fallen asleep." As soon as her words ended, she felt a mischievous little foot gently kicking her belly.

Mo Zhixuan was instantly filled with surprise and delight, "Jin, the baby’s saying hello to me! Did you feel it?"

"Mhm." Chu Jin nodded lightly, with a faint smile on her lips and a soft look in her dimples.

"It must be my precious daughter saying hello to me," Mo Zhixuan continued.

Chu Jin smiled lightly, "How do you know it’s the daughter for sure? Maybe it’s a son."