Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 779 - 782, The Rebel’s Aspect (Second Update)

Chapter 779: 782, The Rebel’s Aspect (Second Update)

"Oh," Duanmu Sheng immediately reacted, "Mom, I heard you, but I can’t promise anything will work out. Judging by the look on my parents’ faces, they seem to have made up their mind not to acknowledge me as their daughter."

Having said that, Duanmu Sheng sighed.

"It will definitely work out, trust me," Shen’s mother smiled faintly, "By the way, Sheng, when is your brother coming back?"

Duanmu Sheng continued, "Probably in about three days."

"How about this: when your brother comes back, invite him and his fiancée for a meal at our home. I will invite all our relatives over. If your parents are unwilling to come, it’s alright to have a talk with your brother instead."

Shen’s mother went on, "Shaohong is my only child. I don’t want there to be any regrets at your wedding. If your parents don’t want to show up, it would be just as good to have your brother stand in for them."

Shen’s mother was calculating very clearly; their goal was to take advantage of Duanmu Zhe’s current status. At this point, Duanmu Sheng’s parents weren’t important anymore, what mattered was Duanmu Zhe.

As long as Duanmu Zhe still recognized Duanmu Sheng as his sister, then everything was still manageable.

Duanmu Sheng didn’t think too much of it and assumed Shen’s mother was considering her interests. She nodded and said, "Okay, I’ll call my brother tomorrow."

"Good." Shen’s mother nodded in satisfaction, "Let’s eat quickly, stop worrying too much."

"Mhm." Duanmu Sheng nodded.

On this side.

Supernatural World Military District.

These days, Mo Qingyi and Duanmu Zhe could still run into Xi He from time to time.

More often than not, before Xi He came over, Duanmu Zhe would pull Mo Qingyi out of the way. However, Xi He was like a cockroach that couldn’t be beaten to death, persistent and indefatigable.

"Duanmu, this is the dessert I had someone buy from outside. It’s from your favorite shop." Xi He jogged over to Mo Qingyi and Duanmu Zhe, holding out the gift box in her hand.

Duanmu Zhe didn’t bother to entertain her and simply took Mo Qingyi’s hand and walked away.

Xi He ran after them, "Qingyi, why don’t you try some?"

"Are you not tired of this?" Mo Qingyi stopped in her tracks, her face full of anger as she looked at Xi He, "I’ve said it nicely and I’ve said it meanly, why do you keep bothering Duanmu Zhe? Are all the men in the world dead? Do you have something wrong with your brain?!"

Mo Qingyi was indeed fed up with Xi He’s pestering! This woman! She was like a pesky bug, always appearing in front of them at every moment.

Xi He just smiled at Mo Qingyi, saying nothing.

"I think you’ve really lost your mind!" Mo Qingyi scowled and spoke coldly.

Xi He still wore a smiling face. In such a guise, she appeared frail and rather beautiful. Sadly, she was too fixated!

"Duanmu Zhe, bend down a bit," Mo Qingyi turned and said to Duanmu Zhe.

Duanmu Zhe was puzzled but obediently bent down as Mo Qingyi asked.

As Duanmu Zhe bent over, Mo Qingyi hooked her arm around his neck, leaned in with her red lips, and kissed Duanmu Zhe’s mouth, prying open his teeth and slipping her tongue inside.

In front of Xi He, they began to kiss deeply.

Xi He clenched her fists, staring unblinkingly at the two kissing passionately, her heart aching immensely.

Five minutes later, Mo Qingyi let go of Duanmu Zhe and said to Xi He, "Did you see it clearly just now? Duanmu Zhe is my man now. If you follow us again, don’t blame me for getting physical! Don’t say I didn’t warn you!"

Mo Qingyi was truly serious this time; Xi He’s behavior had caused her a great deal of trouble!

After speaking, Mo Qingyi took Duanmu Zhe’s hand, "Let’s go!"

Watching the two leave, Xi He immediately burst into tears.

Why? Why did they have to push her like this?

Wasn’t it allowed for her just to stand by Duanmu Zhe’s side and protect him?

Seeing Xi He didn’t follow, Mo Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief, "Duanmu Xiaosi, do you think that Xi He is sick? With such intelligence, I really don’t know how she managed to get here!"

"Don’t worry, she definitely won’t dare do that again," Duanmu Zhe said with a smile on his lips. The thought of Mo Qingyi taking the initiative to kiss him just now made Duanmu Zhe’s heart blossom with joy.

Mo Qingyi was jealous for him! The feeling wasn’t bad at all.

Just then, the ringtone of Duanmu Zhe’s phone echoed, and he pressed the answer button, "Hello, Dad."

"Yes, I’m doing well, Qingyi is right by my side. Don’t worry, how are you and Mom doing?"

After a bit of conversation, Duanmu Zhe’s expression suddenly tightened, "Third sister? What’s happened to her?"

Duanmu Zhe’s expression grew steadily more serious.

About fifteen minutes later, Duanmu Canghai had finally finished disclosing what he wanted to say.

Duanmu Zhe’s face had turned extremely grim, "Okay, I understand. Uh-huh, you and Mom take care of yourselves, and try not to be too angry. Qingyi and I will be back in a couple of days, goodbye."

No sooner had Duanmu Zhe hung up, than Mo Qingyi asked eagerly, "What’s wrong? What did uncle say? We also heard you mention Sister Sheng."

Duanmu Zhe sighed and recounted to Mo Qingyi everything Duanmu Canghai had just told him.

In fact, the reason Duanmu Canghai had called was to discuss Duanmu Sheng’s situation with Duanmu Zhe.

After hearing what Duanmu Zhe had said, Mo Qingyi was visibly furious, "That scumbag is shameless! If it were me, I would have made him suffer a long time ago! Sister Sheng is too naive."

Duanmu Zhe looked serious, with a worried glint in his eyes, "My third sister takes after my dad, incredibly stubborn! It seems this time, she won’t grow without taking a loss."

"So what now? Just watch Sister Sheng get deceived by that scumbag?" Mo Qingyi continued.

"What else can be done?" Duanmu Zhe sighed, "We can only follow what my dad suggests."

Mo Qingyi frowned, "Doesn’t that mean Sister Sheng will be at a disadvantage?"

Duanmu Zhe looked into the distance, a depth to his eyes, "With my third sister’s temperament, it was inevitable she would stumble one day. Only by learning from her mistakes will she understand caution. A setback may serve as a lesson well learned, which may not be a bad thing for her in the end."

As a brother, Duanmu Zhe knew exactly what kind of person his sister was.

This experience could be a trial for Duanmu Sheng, for otherwise, she would forever be the same, never discerning people’s true natures.

"You have a point," Mo Qingyi nodded, then added, "Ah, the people who must be most heartbroken now are your parents. Shouldn’t you call them again to comfort them a bit?"

Mo Qingyi had never expected that Duanmu Sheng, who always seemed so shrewd, could make such a mistake.

Indeed, it affirmed the saying that love can make one foolish.

"No need, they’re not children, they should be able to manage their emotions. Besides, we’ll be going back in a couple of days anyway." As soon as Duanmu Zhe finished speaking, his phone, which had quieted down, started ringing again.

Duanmu Zhe glanced at the caller ID, sighed, and chose not to answer.

Seeing this, Mo Qingyi guessed who was calling and asked softly, "Is that Sister Sheng calling? Aren’t you going to pick up?"

"Let’s ignore her for a couple of days." Duanmu Zhe stashed the phone into his pocket.

Shen family.

Shen Haoguang looked eagerly at Duanmu Sheng who was making a call.

Shortly, Duanmu Sheng put down her phone, her face a portrait of despondency as she shook her head towards Shen Haoguang, "No use, Little Zhe didn’t pick up."

"Don’t worry; he might be busy. After all, he is a soldier, and doesn’t have that much freedom with his time. Let’s try again tomorrow," Shen Haoguang consoled her.

Duanmu Sheng was anxious; no matter when in the past she called Duanmu Zhe, he would promptly answer. Why not this time...

She had called five times. If Duanmu Zhe were really on a mission, he would definitely turn off his phone. Could it be that even her own brother couldn’t understand her now? Duanmu Sheng sighed.

All she did was fall in love; she hadn’t done anything wrong! Why was everyone treating her this way?

It was just too unfair!

"Alright, don’t think too much!" Shen Haoguang wrapped his arms around Duanmu Sheng’s waist, "Let’s call Little Zhe again tomorrow."

Thirty minutes later.

Shen Haoguang picked up a glass of warm milk from the bedside table and handed it to Duanmu Sheng, "Sheng, have some milk. It helps with sleep and is good for your health."

Duanmu Sheng’s cheeks were still flushed, "Haoguang, thank you."

For having such a devoted husband in this life, she felt it was worth it even if she had to be estranged from her family forever.

Shen Haoguang smiled, "We are husband and wife; there is no need for thanks. Drink up and get a good night’s sleep."

Duanmu Sheng gulped down the milk in his glass, then felt a strong wave of sleepiness wash over him, and soon fell into a sound sleep.

Watching the now slumbering Duanmu Sheng, Shen Haoguang’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he slowly uttered two words, "Idiot!" Then, he pulled back the covers, got out of bed, took a new set of clothes from the wardrobe, showered in the washroom, and then hurried out the door.

When leaving, he ran into Shen’s mother, who whispered, "Are you going to Ya’s place?"

"Yes, Mom," Shen Haoguang stopped in his tracks, looking at Shen’s mother.

"Here, take this with you, that child is painting every day, it must be exhausting; give her this to nourish her brain." Shen’s mother handed a thermal flask to Shen Haoguang and then instructed, "Remember to be careful, don’t let anyone find out about you!"

Now was not yet the time for the Duanmu Family to acknowledge Shen Haoguang; it was still better to be cautious.

"I understand, Mom, don’t worry," Shen Haoguang took the thermal flask, "I’m going now, Mom."

"Go ahead," Shen’s mother waved her hand, her face full of smiles.

Shen Haoguang quickly left; a car was already waiting for him at the door.

Twenty minutes later, Shen Haoguang arrived at the place where Situ Ya lived.

It was a famous affluent area in the Superpower World, but Situ Ya had not used a penny of Shen Haoguang’s money; she had acquired it all on her own.

Shen Haoguang entered confidently and wrapped his arms around Situ Ya from behind, "Ya Ya, I’ve missed you so much!"

"Oh, men!" Situ Ya tapped Shen Haoguang’s head with her hand, "I don’t believe a word you say!"

"Ya Ya, I’m telling the truth, everything I do is for our future, you have to believe me," Shen Haoguang kissed Situ Ya.

"Ya Ya, have you drawn a new Chapter today?" Shen Haoguang continued to ask.

Situ Ya replied, "Yes, I have, or else what would I eat?"

...

About an hour later.

Shen Haoguang sat up, fumbled to turn on the light, took the thermal flask from the bedside table, and said to Situ Ya, "Ya Ya, this is the ginseng soup my mom made especially for you, drink it while it’s hot."

"Auntie is so good to me," Situ Ya said with a laugh as she took it.

"You should call her ’mom’ now," Shen Haoguang pinched Situ Ya’s nose.

"Yes, yes, mom," Situ Ya lifted the lid, took a sip of the soup, and said with a smile, "It’s really tasty."

**

The next day.

Duanmu Sheng called Duanmu Zhe again at noon, only to find that the phone was switched off this time.

"What’s wrong, wife? Is Little Zhe still not picking up?" Shen Haoguang came over.

"Yes," Duanmu Sheng nodded, "It’s off."

"Don’t worry," Shen Haoguang embraced Duanmu Sheng’s shoulders, "He might have gone on a mission. By the way, have you ever met Little Zhe’s fiancée? What’s her family background?" he asked casually.

"Haoguang," Duanmu Sheng looked up at Shen Haoguang, "Actually, Little Zhe’s fiancée is Mo Qingyi, which is to say, Brother Nine’s sister. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you until now."

Shen Haoguang smiled faintly, "You didn’t have to tell me something like this; what I’m worried about is your relationship with Little Zhe. Sheng Sheng, you really don’t need to have such a falling out with your parents and Little Zhe over me. I wonder if I’m being too selfish by doing this..."

As he spoke, a guilty expression appeared on Shen Haoguang’s face.

"Don’t be like this, Haoguang, it’s not your fault," Duanmu Sheng reached out to embrace Shen Haoguang, "Haoguang, I actually have a decent relationship with Sister-in-law Nine. Maybe I should go to the imperial palace and have a chat with her, to sound out her opinion. And perhaps she could persuade my dad and mom."

Chu Jin was Mo Qingyi’s maternal family, and considering the good relationship between Duanmu Zhe and Mo Zhixuan, surely something could be learned from Chu Jin. Moreover, with her status, if she could personally intervene to persuade Duanmu Canghai and Zhou Jin, there was bound to be a chance for a turnaround.

Duanmu Sheng had thought things through thoroughly.

After all, she had watched a movie with Chu Jin; although their time together was short, Chu Jin seemed to be an understanding person, one who would likely offer her help.

Hearing this, Shen Haoguang’s eyes lit up; he was about to nod in agreement but then pretended to hesitate and said, "Sheng Sheng, is that all right? Won’t it be too much trouble for Sister-in-law Nine?"

If Duanmu Sheng could call Chu Jin Sister-in-law Nine, it meant that the two had a good relationship. Unexpectedly, now he could also personally address the wife of Brother Nine as Sister-in-law Nine!

It was indeed a great honor!

"No, she won’t," Duanmu Sheng shook his head, "The Ninth Lady is a good person. I’ll go and see her now."

Shen Haoguang quickly stood up, "Then I’ll come with you."

Without much thought, Duanmu Sheng agreed, "Alright, let’s go together."

Duanmu Sheng and Shen Haoguang got into the car and left together.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of an imposing building. Since Duanmu Sheng had previously been to the imperial palace with her family, she and Shen Haoguang easily gained entry.

The imperial palace was vast in its architectural expanse, with dragons and phoenixes carved everywhere, even more majestic than the royal palace. Shen Haoguang was astounded, but he tried to act calm, thinking to himself that he would often visit the imperial palace in the future and couldn’t help feeling smug about it.

In the future, he would be of royal kin.

Regrettably, not many knew of his visit to the imperial palace today. If everyone knew, his status would surely skyrocket, and everyone would be envious of him then.

Contemplating this, Shen Haoguang took out his phone, switched to the camera mode, and was about to press the shutter button when a cold gun barrel was suddenly thrust in front of him, and a sergeant said expressionlessly, "Guest, photography is not allowed here."

The soldiers of the imperial palace were armed with live ammunition.

Shen Haoguang was so scared that his hands trembled. He hurriedly put his phone back in his pocket, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to take a photo, I was just checking the time."

Duanmu Sheng also apologized, "Sorry, it was just a misunderstanding."

The soldier withdrew the gun.

As they reached the entrance of the hall, the soldiers stopped and went outside, and two uniformed servants came to attend to Duanmu Sheng and Shen Haoguang, "Miss Duanmu, please come inside, the Ninth Lady will be here shortly."

The servants led Shen Haoguang and Duanmu Sheng to a special reception room.

Inside the imperial palace, it was still splendidly lavish, and Shen Haoguang noticed that even the cups for drinking water were made of high-grade crystal – genuine crystal cups.

Duanmu Zhe was so lucky to have charmed Mo Qingyi!

Why couldn’t he have such luck?

After waiting for 30 minutes, they still hadn’t seen Chu Jin.

Shen Haoguang was getting anxious and said in a low voice, "What’s taking the Ninth Lady so long to arrive?"

"Don’t worry, she might be delayed by something," Duanmu Sheng said as she took a sip of water, feeling somewhat concerned inside.

Another hour went by, and Chu Jin still hadn’t appeared.

Shen Haoguang couldn’t help but look at the servant beside him and asked, "Why hasn’t the Ninth Lady come over? Could you please go and urge her a bit?"

The servant glanced at Shen Haoguang and replied coldly, "The Ninth Lady is resting upstairs. We servants don’t dare to disturb her. You should continue to wait."

Being rebuked like this by a servant, Shen Haoguang didn’t dare to retort – after all, this was a servant of the imperial palace. He could only sheepishly keep his mouth shut.

Thus, another 30 minutes passed before Chu Jin finally arrived nonchalantly.

"Sheng Sheng is here," Chu Jin greeted with a warm smile as she walked over.

"Ninth Lady." Duanmu Sheng felt a weight off her heart upon seeing Chu Jin.

Chu Jin was dressed in a white dress that day, a camisole style, with a fox fur stole draped over her shoulders. She was regal yet subtle, and despite her luxury, she exuded purity.

The baby bump didn’t diminish her beauty; instead, it added a maternal glow, greatly enhancing her features – she was indeed a motherly figure above others.

Even a beauty of the heavens couldn’t surpass her.

This was Shen Haoguang’s first encounter with such a person, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to react. Although he had seen Chu Jin on TV before, he thought those were post-production effects; surely, there couldn’t be someone this beautiful!

Even if it were the reincarnation of a female emperor, she couldn’t be without flaws.

Yet now, he was profoundly shaken!

"Ninth Lady, I, I am Sheng Sheng’s husband. My name is Shen Haoguang," he faltered, then stood up, walked over to Chu Jin, and introduced himself eagerly.

Chu Jin lowered her eyes towards Shen Haoguang, her red lips slightly parting, "Prominent cheekbones without flesh signify selfishness and greed. Eyes too wide set below indicate wanton and fickle affection. A flat and rising brow ridge is a sign of rebelliousness."

With each statement Chu Jin made, Shen Haoguang’s back bent a bit more. Eventually, he could not withstand the immense pressure and collapsed to the ground with a ’bang.’ Overwhelmed with profound fear, it was as if through Chu Jin’s words, he was forced to see the deep ugliness within himself, and cold sweat layered his forehead.