Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 840 - 842, Plan Formed (First Update)

Chapter 840: 842, Plan Formed (First Update)

Lin Xiyuan slightly bent down, taking the notebook with both hands, and said with a face full of joy, "Thank you, Ninth Madame."

As Chu Jin looked at Lin Xiyuan, she suddenly experienced a sense of déjà vu, almost as if she had seen Lin Xiyuan somewhere before.

It was not just an acquaintance from one previous encounter.

This feeling was very strange, as though she had known her for a long time.

Lin Xiyuan stared at the notebook, on which the characters for "The Return of the Past" were flamboyantly written, momentarily lost in thought.

Seeing her like this, Chu Jin asked, "What’s wrong? Is there something not right?"

Lin Xiyuan immediately came back to her senses, smiling broadly, "Ninth Madame, there’s nothing wrong. I’m just too excited, thank you." Having said that, Lin Xiyuan carefully tucked the notebook into her handbag.

Chu Jin gave a faint smile, "It was nothing." It was strange, the more she looked at Lin Xiyuan, the stranger the feeling became.

Making an excuse, Chu Jin pulled Mo Qingyi aside and asked in a low voice, "Qingyi, who exactly is Lin Xiyuan?" After all, with what had happened to Bao Bao and Bei Bei during their hundred days celebration, she couldn’t afford to be careless.

Mo Qingyi glanced towards Lin Xiyuan and said, "She is the daughter of the great general Lin Hong and the girlfriend of Zhou Yiheng. Jin, is there a problem? Is there something wrong with her?"

The great general Lin Hong, Chu Jin was aware of him.

Including him personally, Lin Hong’s family had served in the military for generations, making significant contributions to the Superpower World. Hearing that Lin Xiyuan was his daughter, Chu Jin gradually let down her guard.

She did have some impressions of Lin Xiyuan, but they were not deep.

After all, their only connection was from a single encounter.

"That’s enough." Chu Jin handed the notebook back to Lin Xiyuan.

Chu Jin also recalled seeing a middle-aged couple at the horse farm before, and they were Lin Hong and Lin Lan.

Chu Jin stifled her swirling thoughts, "Oh, it’s nothing, I was just asking casually. However, I think this Lin Xiyuan is not so simple. You better pay attention."

Mo Qingyi nodded, "Mhm, I know."

Mo Qingyi had always been very obedient to Chu Jin’s words.

As evening deepened, the first birthday party gradually came to an end.

Duanmu Zhe and Mo Qingyi said their goodbyes and drove off, with Lin Xiyuan following behind them.

Because Lin Xiyuan was there, Mo Qingyi didn’t sit in the front passenger seat but sat in the back with Lin Xiyuan, chatting with her.

On the way, Lin Xiyuan considerately made a phone call to Zhou Yiheng.

But Zhou Yiheng seemed very busy and hung up after just a few words.

Seeing this, Duanmu Zhe said, "Xiyuan, don’t mind it, my cousin sometimes does that when he’s busy. He doesn’t want to take anyone’s call."

Lin Xiyuan placed her phone back into her bag, smiled slightly, and very understandingly said, "Mhm, since I’ve chosen Yi Heng, I can understand him. You don’t need to worry."

Duanmu Zhe nodded and said no more.

The car soon stopped in front of the Lin family’s villa. Duanmu Zhe stayed in the car while Mo Qingyi escorted Lin Xiyuan out, "Xiyuan, go inside. Rest early."

Lin Xiyuan smiled and nodded, "Mhm, goodbye."

After bidding each other goodbye, Mo Qingyi pulled open the car door, got into the passenger side, and without further delay, Duanmu Zhe started the engine and left.

The black SUV quickly disappeared into the night.

Lin Xiyuan watched the car drive away before turning to enter the villa.

Lin Hong and Lin Lan were not at home. The large villa housed only Lin Xiyuan alone.

Without turning on the lights, Lin Xiyuan found her way through the dark living room and up the stairs to her bedroom.

Only when she reached her bedroom did Lin Xiyuan turn on the light.

She didn’t change out of her gown but sat directly at the desk by her bed, pulling out the notebook she had placed in her handbag and flipping to the first page.

The very first page was the one with "The Return of the Past."

Looking at the signature, Lin Xiyuan’s lips curved into a smile that held a hint of disappointment. She then slowly tore out the signed page, took a classic lighter from the drawer.

With a "click," a pale blue flame leapt from the lighter.

The firelight reflected on Lin Xiyuan’s face, giving her eyes a strange sheen. She moved the flame slowly to the paper signed with ’The Return of the Past,’ allowing the intense flame to gradually consume the white paper, turning it into ashes.

As she watched the paper turn to ash, Lin Xiyuan narrowed her eyes, a cold light flickered in them, and then she blew the ashes into the trash can.

What a pity, the signature on this paper was not Chu Jin’s own.

If it had been Chu Jin’s own signature, there would have been quite a show at the imperial palace tonight.

Lin Xiyuan had calculated countless scenarios, but she had not anticipated that Chu Jin would have a pen name.

After finishing all this, Lin Xiyuan stood up from her desk, her expression returning to normal as she took her change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

Coming out of the bathroom, Lin Xiyuan didn’t go straight to bed, but applied a delicate makeup look, took her car keys, and walked downstairs towards the garage.

Soon, a red sports car left the Lin family villa.

Lin Xiyuan headed straight into a bar. She was unrecognizable compared to before, heavily made up, her true face obscured. She walked into the center of the dance floor and pulled out a punky looking girl.

The girl seemed about seventeen or eighteen, with colorful dyed hair and a nose ring, "You’re here for the stuff? Where’s the money?" The girl reached out her hand towards Lin Xiyuan.

Lin Xiyuan placed the pre-prepared money into the punk girl’s hand and said coldly, "Remember to do what I’ve asked you to."

"Don’t worry," the girl weighed the banknotes in her hand, smiled, and said, "I’ve always kept my word. Just wait for my message at home."

"Alright, remember what you said today." After saying that, Lin Xiyuan turned and walked away.

Watching Lin Xiyuan’s receding back, the young punk shook her head slightly and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, when this woman gets tough, what’s a man to do?"

Immediately, a rascal of a youth popped up beside her. "Boss, boss, are you saying you’re not a woman?"

"Get lost!" The young punk smacked the youth on the head and then said, "Tell the brothers to eat and drink their fill tonight. It’s on me, their boss!"

"Following the boss gets us a feast; I’ll go and tell the brothers right now." The youth happily weaved through the middle of the dance floor.

Grabbing the microphone, the youth announced to the wildly dancing crowd, "Brothers, tonight we can eat and drink to our heart’s content. Boss Yan says she’s picking up the tab!"

"Long live Boss Yan!" The people below cheered excitedly.

That young punk was Yan Yi, who actually had very attractive facial features, just dressed too counter-mainstream.

Yan Yi held up a cocktail with a pleasant color, gently swaying it under the lights.

Her good days were just beginning.

A calculating smile played at the corners of Yan Yi’s mouth.

Time flew, and two months passed.

Today was Ding Siyu’s expected delivery date. Being pregnant with triplets, the doctors did not recommend natural childbirth, so she was scheduled for a cesarean section.

Early on, Mo Zhixuan accompanied Chu Jin to the hospital.

Bao Bao and Bei Bei were too young to be in the hospital often, so Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan left them at home, under the watchful eyes of the old Madame Mo and the maternity matron.

Before entering the operating room, Ding Siyu was very nervous.

Chu Jin touched her hand and comforted her in a low voice, "Sis, you don’t need to be nervous. The cesarean section is very safe. The doctor will give you an anesthetic, and after it’s administered, you’ll fall asleep. When you wake up, you’ll be able to see your three adorable babies."

Grasping Chu Jin’s hand tightly, Ding Siyu said, "Jin, do you think the anesthesia will affect the children? And... What if the hospital’s blood bank runs out of blood suddenly..." No matter how strong a person is, it’s inevitable to have some fear before giving birth.

After all, it’s like walking through the Gates of Hell for a woman.

Chu Jin smiled and said, "Don’t worry, the chief surgeon that your brother-in-law found for you is of professor level. When you’re on the operating table, try not to be so nervous. A cesarean is much more comfortable than a natural birth. Just think, I went through it myself, didn’t I? Really, it’s nothing to worry about."

"Okay." Ding Siyu nodded, the comparison comforting her and greatly easing her mind.

Han Zixiu also approached Ding Siyu, bent down, and kissed her forehead. "Wife, don’t be nervous. I’ll be waiting outside for you and the children."

"Have you prepared the children’s clothes and toiletries?" Ding Siyu asked.

"Yes, everything’s ready." Han Zixiu nodded.

"What about diapers? What about baby formula?" Ding Siyu continued to ask.

"Wife, you just focus on the delivery. I’ve prepared everything; you don’t have to worry at all," Han Zixiu said with a heavy tone.

"Okay." Ding Siyu nodded again. "Then that’s good. Han Zixiu, do you hope our babies are boys or girls?"

"As long as you give birth to them, boy or girl, I’ll like them both," Han Zixiu responded, his words smooth and well-crafted.

Chu Jin stood aside, looked at Han Zixiu, then at Mo Zhixuan, and lightly opened her red lips, "Look at brother-in-law. You should learn a bit from him. In the future, you’re not allowed to prefer sons over daughters, always bullying Bao Bao!" Mo Zhixuan had often bullied Bao Bao at home.

Mo Zhixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Jin, girls should be raised richly, and boys frugally. That’s the rule our ancestors left us. How can you say I prefer sons over daughters? Besides, when have I ever bullied Bao Bao?" He was a reasonable person.

"Do you dare tell me, on your conscience, that you haven’t preferred sons over daughters?" Chu Jin poked Mo Zhixuan’s head.

"No." Mo Zhixuan was serious as he answered.

He had always been following the rules laid down by the ancestors, so how could he harbor the outdated notion of preferring sons? After all, the ancestors themselves said girls should be raised richly, boys frugally.

He wasn’t the one in the wrong.

Chu Jin: "Heh."

The time for the surgery soon arrived, and Ding Siyu was wheeled into the operating room by the doctors and nurses.

With a "slam," the doors to the operating room closed behind her.

The operating light came on.

Now, the anxious one was Han Zixiu.

He stood outside the operating room, eyes unwavering from the doors.

Seeing Han Zixiu like that, Mo Zhixuan seemed to see himself a year ago. He walked over, patted Han Zixiu on the shoulder, and said softly, "Sis will be fine. Don’t worry. A cesarean section is a surgery without any risk."

Han Zixiu also straightened up for once and looked at Mo Zhixuan. "Got a smoke?"

Ever since Ding Siyu got pregnant, he had quit smoking, but now, he felt restless inside.

Since Chu Jin was pregnant, Mo Zhixuan had also quit smoking, and hadn’t touched one again even after Bao Bao and Bei Bei were born, "No, shall I go buy you some?"

"Yeah, sorry to trouble you," Han Zixiu said, using the words ’sorry to trouble you’ in a rare moment of civility that would have been unimaginable under normal circumstances between the two of them.

"Okay, just wait for me." Mo Zhixuan understood Han Zixiu’s current state of mind.

Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan went downstairs together to buy cigarettes, while Han Zixiu stood in front of the operating room.

Until they returned, Han Zixiu maintained the same posture.

Mo Zhixuan handed the cigarettes to Han Zixiu, and thoughtfully brought a lighter.

"Thank you." Han Zixiu lit the cigarette, thanked Mo Zhixuan, and then said, "Last time my sister went into the delivery room, did you wait like this? How long did you wait?" Han Zixiu was getting impatient; it had already been almost an hour since they went in, yet there was still no response.