Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 774 - 777, clear both (first update)

Chapter 774: 777, clear both (first update)

Song Shiqin cracked a faint smile, black mist shrouding him as traces of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, "Feng’er, we’re finally even."

With that, Song Shiqin reached out to clasp Chu Jin’s hand, shoving it fiercely inward so that the Longsword pierced straight through his back.

A thousand years ago, he owed her a life, and a thousand years later, he repaid her with one.

This life.

Owing nothing more.

At the same time, the sky returned to normal, revealing a European-style villa before everyone’s eyes, as golden sunshine spilled through the clouds, coating the earth with a golden glow.

Lying motionless on the ground just moments ago, Zhao Yan suddenly opened her eyes, and the dagger lodged in her forehead vanished without a trace under the sunlight’s glow.

"Mo Zhixuan, where is this?" Zhao Yan sat up, pressing her temples with her hands, her face full of confusion.

"Mom, you’re awake." Mo Zhixuan looked at Zhao Yan incredulously, reaching out to help her up.

Still standing before Song Shiqin, Chu Jin watched as the red faded from her eyes, Zhao Yan standing there unharmed—as if what had just transpired was nothing but an illusion.

But Song Shiqin had indeed been truly and deeply pierced by the Longsword in her hands.

Chu Jin felt her hands trembling, her eyes brimming with rippling water-like glimmers, nearly losing control of her emotions in that instant.

He had deceived her with an illusion.

He had orchestrated his own death by her hand.

"Feng’er, don’t cry," Song Shiqin said, looking at her, his lips maintaining a faint curve, "For someone like me, it’s not worth it."

A lump formed in Chu Jin’s throat, tears the size of beans uncontrollably rolling down, as infinite sorrow enveloped her...

Song Shiqin’s face was as white as paper, yet he continued to stand there, forcibly pulling out the Longsword lodged in his chest, the once snow-white blade now a blinding red.

Song Shiqin planted the sword fiercely into the ground, one hand on the hilt, the other pressed against his chest, and soon his palm was soaked with blood.

"Feng’er, you’re right, I was too stubborn, from now on, we owe nothing to each other, I let you go and I set myself free," he said with a slight smile towards Chu Jin.

Then, Song Shiqin turned his gaze towards Dai Yu, "Let’s go."

He was in a pitiable state and did not want to die such a pitiable death before her.

Dai Yu snapped back to reality, her complexion pale as she supported Song Shiqin, her voice tinged with a sob, "Lord Ghost, are you alright? Let’s go, I’ll take you to heal!"

No matter when and where, Dai Yu’s loyalty to Song Shiqin was absolute.

At this moment, Song Shiqin was severely weakened, his breath was faint, but he still forced himself to say, "I’m fine! This little injury won’t do anything to me!"

As the figures of Song Shiqin and Dai Yu grew further and further away, only when they had completely disappeared from Chu Jin’s view did Song Shiqin fail to suppress the blood choking his throat and spew it forth, falling unconscious.

"Lord Ghost! Lord Ghost!" Dai Yu was in total disarray, her hands trembling as she touched Song Shiqin’s chest, feeling nothing but stickiness beneath her touch.

Dai Yu quickly took out medicinal pills from her space, at this point, no longer caring about their individual effects and fed them all to Song Shiqin.

On this side.

Chu Jin still stood there, her gaze fixed in the direction of Song Shiqin’s departure.

The bloodstains on the grass reminded her, everything that had happened was not an illusion.

It all truly occurred.

At this moment, her mind was a messy jumble, somewhat unclear as to why things had turned out this way.

Would Song Shiqin die?

Suddenly, she was afraid to consider the possibility.

The sunlight grew fiercer, and the villa that had truly existed was now reduced to ashes by the sunlight, scattering with the breeze, "Scatter Like Ashes."

Mo Zhixuan came over and wrapped her in his arms, comforting her, "It’s all over now."

If Song Shiqin had truly died, it would be nothing more than karma coming full circle.

Chu Jin had no reason to feel guilty.

She had clarified matters with him a thousand years ago; it was he who never managed to break free from that circle.

All this, no one else’s fault.

Chu Jin hadn’t said anything, her face expressionless, unable to act as if nothing had happened because she was the one who had wounded him.

Mo Zhixuan patted her shoulder and then turned to look at Zi, "You take mom back first."

"Alright." Zi nodded, approaching Zhao Yan, "Aunt Yuan, please come with me first."

Zhao Yan looked back at the villa that had scattered like ashes, then lifting her gaze to Chu Jin, she seemed to understand something without saying a word, nodding at Zi.

Zi left with Zhao Yan.

In the blink of an eye, the shade of the banyan tree was left with only Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan.

"Mo Zhixuan." Finally breaking the silence with a soft voice, Chu Jin then hugged Mo Zhixuan, her sobs quiet as tears quickly dampened his chest.

In her memory, she always had been strong, seldom seen crying.

Mo Zhixuan had no idea how to comfort her, only continuously stroking her back.

In the afternoon, Mo Zhixuan took Chu Jin to visit many places, and as he saw her mood slowly improving, he began, "Jin, you really don’t need to carry such a burden. This matter has nothing to do with you, just as Song Shiqin said, from now on, there are no ties left between you, for him this is a form of release."

Actually, having contemplated throughout the afternoon, Chu Jin had also come to understand much.

If it weren’t for that sword thrust, Song Shiqin would likely never escape that entanglement.

Hopefully, he would find his match someday.

Chu Jin nodded slightly, "Yes, I know."

Mo Zhixuan smiled knowingly, "That’s good." Just then, the square’s large screen was playing a trailer for a newly released movie.

"Jin, we haven’t seen a movie in such a long time. How about we go watch one now?" Mo Zhixuan suggested.

"Sure," Chu Jin nodded slightly.

After the movie, it was already evening, and Mo Zhixuan took Chu Jin out for dinner.

As they arrived at an open-air food street, Chu Jin stopped and said to Mo Zhixuan, "Let’s eat here."

"As you wish," Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly.

The food street was crowded, with almost every stall packed with people. Chu Jin was surprised to find that there were skewered spicy potatoes, stinky tofu, and spicy crayfish...

These were all famous snacks from the secular world, and unexpectedly, they were now popular in the Superpower World.

"You sit here; what would you like to eat? I’ll go and queue to get it for you," Mo Zhixuan stood up from his chair.

"Skewered spicy potatoes, stinky tofu, spicy crayfish..." Chu Jin listed everything she wanted to eat.

Thirty minutes later, Mo Zhixuan returned with a bunch of packed boxes.

**

Elsewhere.

After sending Zhao Yan back home, Zi had just reached home when Duanmu Zhe’s parents arrived.

Due to Duanmu Zhe’s relationship with Mo Qingyi, his parents were quite familiar with Zi.

"Uncle and Auntie, what brings you here today?" Zi was somewhat surprised to see Duanmu Canghai and Zhou Jin.

Zhou Jin smiled and said, "Zi, actually, your uncle and I came here today because we have a favor to ask of you."

They all liked Zi very much. Although Zi appeared young, she was kindhearted, wise, and always had her own opinions on everything, which set her apart from other young people today.

"Auntie, just tell me what it is. There’s no need to be so polite," Zi brought over two cups of tea.

Although Zi was a Great National Division of the Superpower World with a noble status, in her residence, she did not employ any servants.

Nor did she have bodyguards.

Usually, it was just her alone.

Duanmu Canghai didn’t say a word, and Zhou Jin continued, "Zi, I’d like to invite you to our house. Tonight, Sheng will bring her boyfriend over, and since little Zhe and Qingyi are both in the military, I was hoping you could come over and take a look at the boy. Just to see what he is like for Sheng."

Zi took a sip of tea and looked at Zhou Jin, then said, "Auntie, are you saying that sister Sheng is bringing Shen Haoguang home tonight?"

"Yes," Zhou Jin nodded, excitedly adding, "Zi, do you know that boy? What do you think? How is the character of the man’s family?"

Zhou Jin was very anxious about her daughter’s lifelong happiness, or else she wouldn’t have made the trip to Zi’s place in person.

At those words, Zi’s expression turned serious, "Uncle and Auntie, forgive my frankness, but scum like Shen Haoguang is not worthy of sister Sheng. I think you should persuade her not to be deceived by him."

Upon hearing this, both Duanmu Canghai and Zhou Jin’s expressions tightened. The couple had not stayed in the Superpower World for many years and were not very familiar with its affairs.

They knew only that the Shen family was a scholarly family in the Superpower World but knew nothing of Shen Haoguang’s character.

Unlike the secular world where marriage is free and one can choose to divorce if the other party is not suitable, in the Superpower World, once married, there is only widowhood, no divorce.

Therefore, they had to be extremely cautious about Duanmu Sheng’s marriage.

"Zi, what exactly happened? Tell us quickly!" Zhou Jin asked urgently, looking at Zi.

"Yes, yes! Zi, please tell us," urged Duanmu Canghai.

Zi took a sip of water, cleared her throat, and began, "The situation is like this..." She spoke slowly and calmly, recounting everything she had seen at Purple Night, not missing a single detail.

She also spoke of how Situ Ya became friends with Duanmu Sheng.

"Damn it!" Duanmu Canghai was so angry that he slammed his hand on the table, "That Shen dares to bully our Sheng like that!"

"How could Sheng be so naive? She doesn’t even realize she’s being deceived," Zhou Jin fretted, wiping away tears.

The worries of parents are profound. In situations like these, it is always the parents who are the most anxious.

"Look at the daughter you’ve raised! She’s been deceived by a pretty boy!" Duanmu Canghai furiously pointed at Zhou Jin.

Fathers often blame mothers for any issues with their daughters.

Indeed, a daughter’s upbringing cannot be separated from her mother.

Especially when it comes to choosing a partner.

But Zhou Jin felt wronged about this matter. Because of Duanmu Zhe’s situation, she had been away from the Superpower World for many years, and she rarely communicated with Duanmu Sheng. Additionally, her third daughter had always been steady and never gave cause for concern, so Zhou Jin seldom interfered with her romantic affairs—partly to give her enough personal space and partly because she trusted her daughter completely.

Zhou Jin sighed deeply.

Duanmu Canghai was filled with anger, especially thinking that Duanmu Sheng had visited the Shen family’s parents the night before, enraging him even more.

A girl with suitors wasn’t desperate! Why lacked dignity? She was rushing into the man’s family, especially when the man was a scoundrel!

Wasn’t she simply inviting mockery?

Zi continued, "Uncle and Auntie, don’t be angry. It’s not sister Sheng’s fault; blame it on Shen Haoguang’s cunning ways! Even I haven’t been able to find any evidence against him."

Duanmu Canghai sighed and stood up, "Zi, we old folks are thankful to you for this. At this time, Sheng is probably back home. We’ll be going now."

"Uncle and Auntie, let me see you out," Zi stood up, picking up her jacket.

"There’s no need; I’ll just call a driver over," Duanmu Canghai hurriedly motioned with his hands.

"I insist on seeing you out," Zi resolutely escorted the couple out the door.

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