Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 772 - 775 (first update)

Chapter 772: 775 (first update)

Mo Zhixuan closed his mouth, a look of deep grievance in his eyes as he gazed at Chu Jin and spoke helplessly, "Jin, it’s not right to bully an honest person."

"I’m not laughing anymore, not laughing anymore," Chu Jin immediately put away her full-faced smile, very seriously saying, "The last time, I swear, I really won’t deceive you again. Open your mouth."

Mo Zhixuan obediently opened his mouth again, and Chu Jin also extended the spoon to Mo Zhixuan’s mouth with a face full of sincerity. But in the next second, Chu Jin repeated her old trick, quickly withdrawing her hand and eating the noodles herself.

...

A moment later, Mo Zhixuan contentedly sat down in the chair opposite, stroked his chin, and spoke with a hint of meaning, "Hmm, the taste is indeed not bad, but it seems a bit too salty, next time put less salt."

Chu Jin was already accustomed to his rogue behavior and gave him a white look, "You’re taking advantage of me and still playing cute."

After finishing the noodles, the two went downstairs for a walk. It was just past three in the afternoon; the sun was not very strong, the air outside was quite refreshing, and a gentle breeze was blowing, making people feel clearheaded and happy.

As they passed under a pomegranate tree, Chu Jin suddenly took an interest and said to Mo Zhixuan, "Go pick a few pomegranates for me."

"Okay," Mo Zhixuan said without hesitation, immediately climbing up the tall pomegranate tree.

"Mo Zhixuan, I want those biggest and reddest ones at the top of the tree," Chu Jin shouted from below the tree.

Occasionally, patrolling soldiers passed by without sparing them a glance, and it was only after walking a long distance that they curiously looked back.

They seemed somewhat puzzled.

If Mo Zhixuan wanted to eat pomegranates, he only needed to signal, so why bother climbing the tree himself?

**

The next day.

The weather was still as clear as before.

The Chu Family.

Zhao Yan was sitting in the living room knitting a sweater when the urgent ring of the telephone suddenly interrupted her.

"Hello?" Zhao Yan put down the little sweater in her hand and answered the phone.

"Hello, Auntie, it’s me, Song Chen." A polite male voice came from the other end of the phone.

Hearing this, Zhao Yan immediately spoke with a smile, "Is that Song? Do you need something, auntie?"

"Auntie, it’s like this," the male voice on the phone was mild and steady, "Today, Little Dai is coming over to my place as a guest, and she really wants to eat the home-cooked meal you make. I was wondering if you could come over now?"

Since Little Dai had helped her as well, Zhao Yan naturally couldn’t refuse Song Shiqin, and so she agreed with pleasure, "Alright, Song, I’ll come over right away."

"Auntie, I’m sorry to trouble you. That’s it then, goodbye." The voice of Song Shiqin on the other end of the phone, expressionless, hung up after saying this, his eyes half-closed, beneath the dazzling crystal light, his eyes sparkling with a chilling coldness.

This time, he had to keep Chu Jin at all costs.

He couldn’t let her leave him again.

On her end, after Zhao Yan hung up the phone, she had her driver take her to the villa where Song Shiqin lived.

Dai Yu and Song Shiqin warmly received Zhao Yan.

After the meal, when Zhao Yan proposed to leave, Dai Yu stood up with a smile, "Auntie, it’s rare for me to visit, please stay and chat with me a bit longer. Song Chen and I are the same, we both grew up without a mother."

At the phrase ’grew up without a mother,’ a look of surprise instantly appeared in Zhao Yan’s eyes, which then turned to compassion.

Children without a mother are the most pitiful; after her accident, Jin had suffered a great deal.

"Okay, then auntie will accompany you for a walk," Zhao Yan replied, getting up.

"Thank you, Auntie. By the way, Auntie, Song Chen raised quite a few small animals in the back of the villa; let me take you to see them," Dai Yu took the initiative to link her arm with Zhao Yan’s, appearing very affectionate.

The Mo family.

Chu Jin was still sitting in the study creating when suddenly her right eyelid twitched, and then the phone next to her computer rang.

It was an unfamiliar number without a contact name saved; Chu Jin hesitated, then pressed the answer key.

"Jin, it’s me." A deep male voice came through the phone, instantaneously bringing Chu Jin’s somewhat weary mood into sharp alertness.

That voice was?

Song Shiqin.

"Jin," Song Shiqin spoke again, knowing that Chu Jin didn’t like him addressing her as "Jun Huang," so Song Shiqin decided to follow Zhao Yan’s way of calling her Jin.

However, in his heart, Chu Jin was Jun Huang.

"What is it?" Chu Jin’s voice was somewhat cold.

"Jin, open WeChat," Song Shiqin continued.

"Just say it if it’s important." Chu Jin stood up and walked to the window, her clean and fair face devoid of any expression.

Before the wedding, Song Shiqin had also called her, but at that time, she had blacklisted Song Shiqin and even changed her number. She hadn’t expected that Song Shiqin would still be able to contact her.

"Jin, Auntie is here with me," Song Shiqin’s voice came out from the phone screen again, his light words concealing a faint sense of crisis.

At that, Chu Jin’s brow twitched; she spoke coldly, "What do you mean?"

Suddenly, Chu Jin remembered that Zhao Yan had been repeatedly mentioning little Song...

Could it be that Song Chen was Song Shiqin?

Song Shiqin + Xuanyuan Shangchen = Song Chen.

Chu Jin discerned the hidden threat in those words.

If that was true, then Song Shiqin was terrifying!

What exactly did he want to do?

Song Shiqin smiled slightly, "Just as it sounds."

Chu Jin was holding her phone while walking towards the desk, where she picked up the tablet computer, opened WeChat, and then saw a friend request.

"Jin, it’s me," said Song Shiqin from the other end of the phone, as if he could see Chu Jin’s actions. "Click accept."

Song Shiqin’s WeChat name was very simple.

Just three characters.

Waiting for Phoenix.

After Chu Jin clicked accept, Song Shiqin sent her a photo.

In the photo, Zhao Yan stood within a barrier, and Dai Yu stood behind her.

"So, Jin, do you believe me now?" Song Shiqin’s voice came through the phone, tinged with a hint of amusement.

"What exactly do you want?" Chu Jin asked, staring at the photo on the computer screen, her voice very calm.

She knew that for the time being, Song Shiqin wouldn’t harm Zhao Yan.

Song Shiqin chuckled softly, "Jin, do you still not understand what I want? Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you! Leave Mo Zhixuan and come back to me. I will raise our child with you."

The peach blossom eyes of Chu Jin were pitch black, like ink, dense enough to send shivers down one’s spine, "It’s daylight, not the time for dreams," she said, her voice so faint that it was without a single ripple.

"You are my dream, Jin," Song Shiqin continued laughing. "If you reject me, I think you’ll certainly regret it."

"What if I definitely refuse?" said Chu Jin, narrowing her eyes.

"You should be able to imagine the consequences," said Song Shiqin, finally picking up a vase in his hand and toying with it. "Jin, I advise you not to refuse. You’d better think carefully. Whatever Mo Zhixuan can give you, I can give you, and even what Mo Zhixuan can’t give you, I can. In this world, only I am the one who loves you the most."

As Song Shiqin spoke, he grew more and more excited, his voice increasing in volume, "Mo Zhixuan isn’t worthy of you! A man who would even get rid of his own flesh and blood doesn’t deserve to be with you! Jin, you’d better obediently listen to me."

His last words carried a heavy warning.

He had his reasons for approaching Zhao Yan.

Chu Jin didn’t respond, just stared at Zhao Yan’s photo on the computer screen, her expression extremely complicated.

"Jin, I’ve sent you the address, and I’m waiting for you at home," said Song Shiqin before promptly hanging up the phone.

Chu Jin looked at the address sent by Song Shiqin, frowned slightly, and made a phone call. The call was answered quickly, and before the person on the other end could speak, Chu Jin said, "Have the lady of the house take the call."

"I’m sorry, the lady has gone out on some business," was the reply.

Chu Jin didn’t say much more and then called Zhao Yan. But the phone was off, indicated by the automated message, so, with no other choice, Chu Jin hung up.

With the situation having escalated to this point, Chu Jin had no choice but to personally visit the address Song Shiqin had mentioned.

While walking outside, Chu Jin picked up her phone to call Mo Zhixuan.

But Mo Zhixuan was in the midst of an important meeting and so missed the call. With no other option, Chu Jin composed a text message explaining the situation and sent it to him.

Then Chu Jin got into her car and drove away.

No matter what, she couldn’t abandon Zhao Yan.

Now that Song Shiqin had gone dark, who knew what he might do to Zhao Yan.

The black car quickly stopped in front of the villa, where Song Shiqin was already waiting for her at the entrance.

Song Shiqin was still wearing that black coat and had a hat on his head. Seen this way, he appeared like an envoy from the edge of hell, emanating an aura of death all over him.

"Jin, I knew you would come," said Song Shiqin, stepping forward. He reached out to take Chu Jin’s hand but she subtly avoided it.

"Where’s my mother?" Chu Jin looked up at Song Shiqin, her gaze filled with a strong scrutinizing intent.

"Don’t worry, your aunt is inside," said Song Shiqin with a slight lift of his lips. "Jin, come, let me take you to see your room. You like the Superpower World, don’t you? Then let’s live here from now on."

Chu Jin frowned slightly, "Song Shiqin, let me go, and let yourself go too, okay? There’re some things I don’t want to say a second time."

Song Shiqin, however, didn’t look at her or pick up on her words; his expression twisted and became pained in a moment, then he turned and walked up the stairs.

With no other choice, Chu Jin followed him, walking while paying attention to the surroundings. She could sense Zhao Yan’s presence but couldn’t pinpoint her location.

Due to her pregnancy, her constitution was now almost like that of an ordinary person; she had no spiritual power or special abilities.

Song Shiqin led Chu Jin straight into a room, "Jin, this is the room I’ve personally prepared for you. Do you like it?"

Pearl curtains, carved decor, all the furniture made of red sandalwood, even the patterns on the accompanying tables were of dragons and phoenixes, antique and imposing.

Looking at the room’s decoration, Chu Jin suddenly felt a very familiar sensation, and her headache intensified.

Song Shiqin had set up the room according to the bedroom of the Empress from Ancient Times, hence the familiarity Chu Jin felt.

In fact, Xuanyuan Shangchen had always been deeply in love with the empress.

It’s just a pity that in his youth, he chose the wrong path.

Now, wanting to have regrets, it was obviously too late.

"Jin, do you like it?" Seeing that Chu Jin was silent, Song Shiqin asked again.

"I don’t like it," Chu Jin answered coldly.

The corners of Song Shiqin’s mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm, then he said, "It’s alright if you don’t like it. Jin, tell me, what kind of room do you like? I will make it according to how you say."

"Where is my mother?" Chu Jin countered instead of answering.

"Jin, I’m going to take you to another place. You will definitely like it there," said Song Shiqin as he turned and walked out of the room, then pushed open another room’s door.

It was a baby room filled with childlike charm. Inside, everything was dainty and sweet; toys were piled everywhere - a child’s paradise.

"Jin, this is specially prepared for the children, do you or do you not like it?" Song Shiqin looked at Chu Jin with anticipation, hoping to hear the words ’like it’ from her.

Chu Jin lifted her eyes slightly, a chill flashing in their depths, "Song Shiqin, can’t we stop playing these pointless games? Where’s my mother?"