Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 811 - 812, Wedding (second update)

Chapter 811: 812, Wedding (second update)

The people around were also affected by the atmosphere and had red eyes.

Even in the Superpower World, there was a custom of crying at the bride’s departure.

"Jin, I’m leaving now, goodbye." Mo Qingyi released Mo Zhixuan and hugged Chu Jin.

"If Duanmu doesn’t treat you well, you tell me, and I’ll help you beat him up," Chu Jin’s voice was also somewhat hoarse.

"Mm," Mo Qingyi nodded with blurry vision.

"Come on," Mo Zhixuan squatted in front of Mo Qingyi.

Mo Qingyi slowly leaned on Mo Zhixuan’s back.

With Mo Qingyi on his back, Mo Zhixuan walked towards the wedding car. The path wasn’t long, but it took Mo Zhixuan several minutes.

Old Madame Mo watched Mo Qingyi’s figure getting further away, held Zhao Yan next to her, and wept sorrowfully. With a gentle sigh, Zhao Yan recalled Chu Jin’s wedding and felt the same.

For a moment, she didn’t know how to comfort Old Madame Mo.

Chu Jin, along with Ding Siyu and Weiwei, boarded the following bridal car and went to the hotel.

After arriving at the hotel, Old Madame Mo’s emotions gradually stabilized. A photographer followed them along the way, capturing the wedding with their camera.

There were many friends and relatives from the Duanmu Family attending the wedding, including Duanmu Zhe’s two sisters who had married far away, but Duanmu Sheng was the only one not seen.

Duanmu Sheng was now four months pregnant and her belly was quite noticeable. To avoid gossip, she didn’t attend the wedding.

Though she wasn’t present at the venue, the desserts at the wedding banquet tonight were all personally made by her.

Including the wedding cake.

This was her way of blessing her younger brother.

Since becoming pregnant, Duanmu Sheng had thoroughly settled down, learning much that she hadn’t before.

Flower arrangement, tea ceremony, baking.

Especially baking, where she showed great talent. In less than a month, her teacher had nothing left to teach her.

At that moment, Duanmu Sheng stood outside the hotel, staring at the scene inside, lost in thought.

Snowflakes settled on her shoulders, whitening her dark hair.

The light was a soft yellow.

Zi, who had stepped outside for some air and had drunk too much that evening, was somewhat dizzy.

"Sheng, sister," Zi said with surprise and instantly sobered up when he saw Duanmu Sheng, "Sheng, sister, why aren’t you going inside?"

Duanmu Sheng smiled faintly, "I won’t go in. Has the wedding ceremony started yet?"

Seeing that she didn’t want to say more, Zi didn’t ask further. He nodded, "Yes, it’s already begun, it’s going very smoothly, and we’re about to take group photos. Are you sure you won’t come inside?"

Duanmu Sheng shook her head, "As long as it’s going smoothly."

In her current condition, she wasn’t suited to attend the wedding of Duanmu Zhe and Mo Qingyi.

"Sheng, sister, the desserts at the wedding tonight are all made by you, right?" Zi continued, "They’re very tasty, much better than those at the bakeries. If you sold these, they’d definitely be a hit."

Zi had always been a foodie with a sensitive palate, remembering the flavor of some foods after just one bite.

A week ago, Duanmu Zhe had once given him a piece of pastry made by Duanmu Sheng, and he remembered it.

However, Duanmu Sheng’s craftsmanship was indeed quite distinctive.

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Sheng smiled, "Thank you, actually, I also plan to open a bakery. I’m pregnant now, and other jobs aren’t really suitable for me, but, is my skill really that good?"

Zi nodded repeatedly, "Of course, I never lie."

The two chatted in the snow for a while, and Zi soon returned, but then he quickly turned back.

Duanmu Sheng, seeing Zi return, asked somewhat puzzledly, "Why have you come back?"

Zi lifted the umbrella in his hand, then opened it and handed it to Duanmu Sheng, "Sheng Sheng, take care of yourself."

Duanmu Sheng took the umbrella, suddenly feeling a little moved, "Zi Qi, thank you."

Zi Qi, placed in the present, extremely fits the label of "warm man."

He really is very warm, from the past to the present.

"It’s nothing." Zi scratched his head, "Sheng Sheng, I’ll be going then. You should head back early too, it’s freezing cold, and it’s not good for your health to stay out here too long, you’re not alone now."

"Hmm," Duanmu Sheng smiled and nodded, watching Zi enter the hotel.

The snow was still falling.

Duanmu Sheng stood in the snow for a very long time, only leaving when the wedding was nearly at its end.

Upon the smooth surface of the snow, a trail of deep and shallow footprints remained.

If time could start over, she definitely wouldn’t be in the predicament she was now.

At the wedding venue.

Mo Zhixuan, Chu Jin, Zhou Xunian, Weiwei, Han Zixiu, Ding Siyu, Zi and several other familiar faces were sitting together.

During this time, Weiwei was curiously sizing up Han Zixiu.

There was a hint of scrutiny in Weiwei’s eyes, which confused Han Zixiu, wondering what was going on with this young lady, why she kept staring at him, a man; could it be she had taken a fancy to him?

Seizing the opportunity to go to the bathroom, Han Zixiu called Zhou Xunian to a halt, "Xunian, wait a moment."

"Zixiu, what’s up?" Zhou Xunian came to Han Zixiu’s side.

"Xunian," Han Zixiu clapped a hand on Zhou Xunian’s shoulder, "what’s up with your little girlfriend? Why does she keep staring at me? Has she taken a liking to me? Let me tell you, as a man, you should have the courage of a man. Look at you, what’s with the rose? There’s not a bit of a man’s spirit in you! You should learn from me, look how obedient I’ve made your sister-in-law! If I tell her to go east, she wouldn’t dare go west!"

Han Zixiu had the manner of a lord.

Zhou Xunian looked up at Han Zixiu, "Zixiu, what happened to your forehead?"

There was a Band-Aid on Han Zixiu’s forehead.

Han Zixiu’s expression subtly changed, then he seriously said, "I hit it on a utility pole while walking at night a couple of days ago."

Zhou Xunian lifted the corners of his mouth, "Oh, I see. I thought it was your sister-in-law who hit you with a book."

Han Zixiu was really whipped by his wife! Yet he dared to lecture others.

Upon hearing this, Han Zixiu immediately coughed twice, a flash of embarrassment in his eyes, then said, "She wouldn’t dare! Alright, I won’t talk to you anymore, take good care of your little girlfriend." With that, Han Zixiu eagerly walked back to his seat.

Watching Han Zixiu’s hasty retreat, Zhou Xunian laughed out loud.

When he returned to the banquet, Zhou Xunian paid more attention to Weiwei and noticed that she was indeed watching Han Zixiu closely.

In her gaze, besides scrutiny, there was also a thick curiosity.

In that moment, a song suddenly played in Zhou Xunian’s ears, "I hear the raindrops falling on the green grass..."

Zhou Xunian snapped back to reality, grabbed Weiwei’s hand, and whispered, "Weiwei, what are you looking at? Brother Xiu is a married man now!"

Weiwei withdrew her gaze and tugged at Zhou Xunian’s ear, whispering into it, "Nian Nian, is your Brother Xiu really a snake?"

Surprised, Zhou Xunian glanced at Weiwei and asked, "How did you know?"

It seemed like Weiwei had discovered some incredible secret, her eyes widened as if about to exclaim in shock, but she forcefully held it in, only sighing endlessly.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Looking at Han Zixiu, Weiwei could fall into endless wild fantasies.

This Han Zixiu looked no different from a normal person, handsome and cool.

"What kind of nonsense is that?" Zhou Xunian was somewhat unable to comprehend what Weiwei was talking about, worrying in his heart that Weiwei might truly have taken a fancy to Han Zixiu.

"Oh my! How can you be so silly!" Weiwei rolled her eyes at Zhou Xunian, whispering into his ear in a lowered voice.

Zhou Xunian was completely speechless!

He ruffled Weiwei’s hair, "What on earth are you thinking about all day long? Hurry up and pack up those unhealthy thoughts of yours!"

Although Zhou Xunian himself was also very curious about whether Han Zixiu’s physiological structure was different from theirs, he didn’t have the courage to pull down Han Zixiu’s pants.

Finally, Weiwei shifted her gaze from Han Zixiu.

The wedding proceeded very smoothly, and now it was coming to an end with the photo-taking session.

Both families went on stage and took a super clear group photo.

Then, Mo Qingyi pulled Chu Jin and Ding Siyu, Weiwei, and others together for many more pictures.

Mo Qingyi turned to Chu Jin and asked, "Brother Jin, have you taken maternity photos yet?"

Chu Jin smiled and shook his head, "Not yet, your brother has been quite busy these days, and I haven’t really thought about taking maternity photos."

These past few days, Mo Zhixuan indeed had been very busy. To attend Mo Qingyi’s wedding, he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for days.

"You have to take them, Brother Jin, you must. You’re carrying twins! It’s such a rare opportunity, and your due date is coming up, right? When the time comes, you won’t have the chance to take them if you want to."

Weiwei also chimed in on the side, "Qingyi is right, you definitely should go take them. These days, so many people take maternity photos. It would be a nice keepsake to have for later."

Ding Siyu added, "Pregnancy is a significant event in life, how can you not take maternity photos?"

Chu Jin offered a slight smile, "Since everyone is saying so, I’ll go home and discuss it with Mo Zhixuan."

"No need to discuss," Mo Zhixuan stepped out from behind, wrapped his arm around Chu Jin’s shoulders, "We’ll go tomorrow." As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at Han Zixiu.

Han Zixiu narrowed his eyes, a flicker of light crossing the depths of his gaze.

He knew Mo Zhixuan was deliberately saying this for him to hear.

Ever since Chu Jin got pregnant, Mo Zhixuan had been ridiculously proud. After meeting up, he boasted more than just ten times.

Thinking about it was quite disheartening for him. He and Ding Siyu had been married for so many years without any sign of pregnancy, while Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin had just gotten married and were already expecting, and not just one baby but twins!

How envious!

Han Zixiu wrapped his arms around Ding Siyu, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "Siyu, it looks like we need to step up our game too. Look how smug Mo Zhixuan is getting!"

Ding Siyu said nothing.

Han Zixiu sheepishly removed his hand from her shoulder.

Mo Zhixuan, with Chu Jin in his arms, looked triumphantly at Han Zixiu, then lowered his gaze to Chu Jin, "Jin, I mean it, let’s go together tomorrow."

"You have time tomorrow?" Chu Jin looked up at Mo Zhixuan.

"Yeah," Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly, "I’ve finished up all the busy work, and from now on, I’ll spend a good New Year with you and Bao Bao."

"Ok," Chu Jin nodded lightly.

After the group photo was taken, the wedding officially came to an end.

The wedding was over by eleven o’clock at night, and Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan stood outside the hotel, seeing Ding Siyu and Han Zixiu off.

"Jin," Ding Siyu held Chu Jin’s hand, her voice tinged with reluctance, "I’m now living on Ancient City Street. After the New Year, you must come over and visit." Today was already the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, with only 2 days left until New Year’s.

Ding Siyu had relatives in the secular world, so she had to head back overnight and would come back after the New Year.

"Of course, take care on your way," Chu Jin sent Ding Siyu to the car.

Ding Siyu immediately stopped her, "Alright, you shouldn’t strain yourself, go back inside with Zhixuan." After a few steps, Ding Siyu seemed to remember something, turned back, and continued to ask, "Jin, when is your due date?"

"February 28th, according to the solar calendar," Chu Jin replied.

February 15th was New Year’s Eve, so Chu Jin’s due date wasn’t many days away.

Ding Siyu nodded, did the math in her head, then said, "You don’t worry, Jin. We will definitely make it back before you give birth."

**

Elsewhere.

At the Duanmu Family’s.

With the departure of those who had come for the bridal chamber pranks, Mo Qingyi and Duanmu Zhe were suddenly alone in the bridal suite.

Mo Qingyi sat at the vanity taking off her makeup, while Duanmu Zhe was downstairs seeing off the guests.

By the time Duanmu Zhe came back upstairs, Mo Qingyi had just stepped out of the washroom, dressed in a bath towel. She stood barefoot, her hair still damp, and hurriedly stepped back as soon as she saw Duanmu Zhe enter, intent on closing the washroom door behind her.

She thought Duanmu Zhe wouldn’t be upstairs for a while, which is why she had come out like this to get dressed.

Unexpectedly, Duanmu Zhe had returned so quickly.

As Mo Qingyi turned around, Duanmu Zhe caught her wrist, "I won’t bite, why are you running?"

For a moment, Mo Qingyi felt nervous.

Even though Mo Qingyi usually was rather uninhibited, she hadn’t done anything overtly inappropriate with Duanmu Zhe before.

Mo Qingyi’s heart raced with nervousness, anxiety, and curiosity...

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