Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 858 - 860 (2nd Update)

Chapter 858: 860 (2nd Update)

Thus, the dinner that evening featured an additional delicious dish, mushroom soup.

During these days in the mountains, Bao Bao and Bei Bei also learned many skills, greatly improving their hands-on ability.

If they could do something themselves, Chu Jin definitely would not offer a helping hand.

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At the base of the mountain.

Before Lin Xiyuan could appear before Zhou Jin again to execute another heart-wrenching tactic, she received an urgent order to return to the military.

Lin Xiyuan was a military doctor. The places she frequented were always filled with the smell of gunpowder.

And this time, the situation was even more urgent.

Fortunately, this time, she was in the same battlefield as Duanmu Zhe.

This consoled Lin Xiyuan’s heart.

At the very least, amid the hail of bullets, she was standing side by side with Duanmu Zhe.

The only downside was that Mo Qingyi was also present.

At the border between China and Vietnam.

Artillery fire filled the sky. Vietnam, vast in territory, had been suffering from continuous civil war, a country with two rulers, both wishing to devour China.

Whoever could conquer China, would then be able to vie for supremacy over the whole world.

However, before they could even breach the borders, they were repeatedly repelled by the soldiers from China.

Suddenly, amidst the thick smoke, a stiff voice in Chinese rang out, "Duanmu Zhe, if you want your wife, Mo Qingyi, to live, lay down your weapons!"

"Where is Colonel Mo?" Duanmu Zhe looked towards an adjutant by his side.

The adjutant was also puzzled, scratching his head, "She was just here a moment ago."

"Duanmu Zhe, the person you’re looking for is here." The smoke started to dissipate.

In sight was a tall and burly member of the Vietnamese faction, holding Mo Qingyi hostage across the dividing line between the two armies. The gun in his hand was pressed ruthlessly against Mo Qingyi’s head, as if the slightest inattention would make her head burst like a flower.

Duanmu Zhe looked towards the front, his eyes narrowed, and he signaled with his hands. The surrounding soldiers stopped their assault.

"Lay down your weapons and let us through," demanded the man.

Duanmu Zhe, dressed in the dignified uniform of the military, looked at Mo Qingyi and slightly squinted his eyes.

He was a soldier, and at this moment, he had to consider not only his family but also his country. If he let these Vietnamese factions in, they could potentially wreak havoc on a city.

Yet, if he did not comply, he would not be able to protect Mo Qingyi.

Duanmu Zhe, usually resolute to the point of extremity, was facing a dilemma for the first time in his life.

Not far away, Lin Xiyuan also narrowed her eyes, a cold light flashing in the depths of her gaze.

She couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity.

"Have them lay down their weapons," Duanmu Zhe commanded in a low voice, looking towards the adjutant beside him.

In Duanmu Zhe’s heart.

Family is important.

The country is important.

Mo Qingyi is even more important.

Mo Qingyi was his most fatal weakness.

He simply couldn’t bear to watch her come to harm right before his eyes.

Thus, under such circumstances, he could only choose to ensure Mo Qingyi’s safety.

The adjutant glanced at Duanmu Zhe and then looked in the direction of Mo Qingyi. Following an order, everyone put down their guns.

Heroes have a hard time overcoming the barrier of a beauty.

At this critical juncture, if Duanmu Zhe allowed these factions to invade, it would bring unimaginable disasters to the entire China.

If they couldn’t invade, then it was fine, but if they managed to storm into the city and coordinate with forces outside, the consequences were unthinkable.

In the end, Duanmu Zhe’s decision was far too hasty.

It could have been a cunning strategy, yet Duanmu Zhe turned it into complete chaos.

The Vietnamese man holding the gun to Mo Qingyi snorted coldly, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty and sinister glint, "It seems our strategist was right. As long as we have you, we’re not afraid of failing to take down China."

The borders between China and Vietnam were heavily guarded and illuminated with auspicious light, making them easy to defend but hard to attack.

If it weren’t for capturing Mo Qingyi today, they would not have broken through the defenses so easily.

Or perhaps, this defense line could not be breached at all.

Mo Qingyi glanced at the burly man from Vietnam. "Do you barbarians really think you can reclaim the Three Realms? Such wishful thinking!" Mo Qingyi remained very calm, with no trace of panic in her eyes. After so many years in the military, how could she possibly be frightened by the danger in front of her?

This soldier’s duty was to protect her country and live amidst the gunfire and explosions.

"You’d better behave yourself! Otherwise, don’t blame me if this bullet isn’t sympathetic!" the Vietnamese brute warned viciously.

Mo Qingyi smiled faintly, "If you have the guts, shoot me dead!"

Since this Vietnamese man had taken her hostage, he wouldn’t harm her easily.

If this Vietnamese brute was too proud and couldn’t resist her provocation, accidentally firing the gun, it would be a good thing for her, for Duanmu Zhe, and for the entire Three Realms.

If something really happened to her, Duanmu Zhe wouldn’t need to consider so much.

The current situation was indeed very unfavorable for Duanmu Zhe.

"Kill you? Rest assured, I’m not going to touch you now." The face of the Vietnamese brute was full of smugness as he continued to shout, "Duanmu Zhe, have everyone raise their hands and let us in."

First, they were to discard their weapons, and now to raise their hands.

Once those Vietnamese actually came in, Duanmu Zhe’s side would have no advantage at all.

What was thought to be a minor conflict had escalated beyond anyone’s expectations.

Mo Qingyi looked at Duanmu Zhe and spoke very rationally.

"Duanmu Zhe, don’t worry about me, you must not do as he says! Even if you really did as he says, he won’t spare me! Duanmu Zhe, you’re a soldier! A soldier should stand tall and protect the country, putting personal emotions aside..."

Mo Qingyi had always been an exceptionally calm person, especially after joining the military.

She knew that under such circumstances, only her sacrifice could secure peace for the entire Three Realms.

At all costs, she could not let the Vietnamese cross this defense line.

The Vietnamese brute was not very fluent in Chinese, and by the time he understood the meaning of Mo Qingyi’s words, she had already finished speaking.

"Shut up!" The Vietnamese brute slapped Mo Qingyi across the face and said harshly, "If you dare say one more word, I’ll have someone cut out your tongue!"

"Stop!" Duanmu Zhe’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared at the brute, his hands trembling with the gun.

"Put down your gun! Otherwise, I’ll send your woman to meet Yama right now!" The Vietnamese brute looked coldly at Duanmu Zhe.

Mo Qingyi spat out the blood in her mouth and looked at Duanmu Zhe, raising her voice, "Duanmu Zhe! You must not disappoint me! Always remember the duty of a soldier!"

Duanmu Zhe was trembling all over, unable to remain calm in the face of Mo Qingyi.

The opposing Vietnamese army was also exploiting this weakness of his.

And so the standoff continued.

"Commander, Colonel Duanmu is being indecisive. If this goes on, the Vietnamese army will really be able to enter without losing a single soldier!" Lin Xiyuan narrowed her eyes slightly and looked up at the officer next to her.

This officer was the commander in charge here.

He was closely watching the situation in front and did not respond to Lin Xiyuan’s comment.

Lin Xiyuan continued, "Commander! We can’t just sit here and wait for death."

The Commander looked at Lin Xiyuan and slowly said, "Then what do you suggest?"

"The sacrifice of Colonel Mo for the peace of the Three Realms would be worth it," Lin Xiyuan’s eyes flashed with a glint. "Being a soldier means being ready to sacrifice for the peace of the Three Realms at all times. Colonel Mo, though dead, would be glorious and will forever live in our hearts."

The Commander didn’t respond, just stared intently ahead.

He didn’t say anything, but Lin Xiyuan knew that the Commander had already made a decision in his heart.

Duanmu Zhe put down the gun and raised both hands, "As long as you keep your promise not to harm her, then everything can be worked out."

The Vietnamese brute smiled in satisfaction and waved to his troops behind him. Countless mechas, cannons, and sharpshooters followed him in.

As they got closer to the defense line, Mo Qingyi grew more anxious.

If the Vietnamese successfully occupied this place, they would completely lose the ability to counterattack.

Just then, a bullet silently shot towards the Vietnamese brute.

This was a silenced gun; there was no sound at all.

But the Vietnamese brute reacted quickly, his sturdy body nimbly dodging and pushing Mo Qingyi out of the way with a backhand shove.

"Pop." The bullet went straight through Mo Qingyi’s chest.

Nobody had anticipated such a turn of events.

Because of that single bullet, both sides immediately exchanged fire and the scene spiraled out of control.

Duanmu Zhe’s emotions became desolate in an instant. He turned around and roared, "Who? Who fired the shot!"

Yet no one behind him responded.

All that answered him was a rapid exchange of gunfire.

One shot, after another, and then another.

In the hail of bullets, Duanmu Zhe dodged the flying bullets while firing at the enemies closest to him, making his way to Mo Qingyi’s side.

At that moment, Mo Qingyi’s face was deathly pale, the blood-red fluid having already soaked her military uniform.

"Qingyi, Qingyi," Duanmu Zhe weakly slapped Mo Qingyi’s face.

But Mo Qingyi showed no reaction, her eyes tightly shut.

Sharpshooters by their side provided cover fire, as bullets whizzed past them.

"Colonel Duanmu, now is not the time for sentimentality, come with me to a safe zone," Lin Xiyuan said, braving mortal danger to reach Duanmu Zhe’s side, grabbing his hand and pulling him away.

"Get lost! Let go of me!" Duanmu Zhe threw off Lin Xiyuan’s hand with a shove.

He was so forceful that Lin Xiyuan was pushed to the ground.

"Qingyi, open your eyes and look at me," Duanmu Zhe pressed his face against Mo Qingyi’s.

The sound of gunfire had drowned out his words.

Lin Xiyuan looked at Duanmu Zhe, bit her lip, and then waved towards the medical team not far away.

The medical team immediately came over with a stretcher.

Duanmu Zhe finally let go, placing Mo Qingyi on the stretcher and said to the medical staff, "Take good care of Qingyi!" Having said that, he pulled out two handguns from his waist and with bloodshot eyes, charged toward the front line.

The medical team took Mo Qingyi away for emergency treatment.

Duanmu Zhe charged ahead, his eyes and military uniform stained with blood, and as gunfire rang out, countless others fell one after another.

The Vietnamese retreated step by step. The advantage they had gained earlier by capturing Mo Qingyi was quickly dissipated under the ferocious assault.

Within moments, they had retreated to their stronghold, daring not to make any more reckless moves.

Clearly, they had underestimated the current strength and military prowess of China.

"Colonel Duanmu, are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?" Lin Xiyuan approached Duanmu Zhe, noticing his bloodied body and asked anxiously.

"I’m fine, go find someone else who needs you," he said before hurrying toward the medical team’s direction.

Lin Xiyuan watched his retreating figure, her eyes filled with melancholy.

Indeed, if Duanmu Zhe truly were a heartless man, then he wouldn’t be the Duanmu Zhe she knew.

When Duanmu Zhe arrived at the medical room, the surgery light was still on.

He grabbed a nurse and asked, "How is she doing in there?"

"I’m not very clear on the details, but please rest assured, I will do my utmost to save the patient," the nurse replied in an official manner.

As a military officer, Duanmu Zhe could not threaten others with brute force, so he had no choice but to sit in the waiting area, hoping for the surgery to end successfully.

"Colonel Duanmu, don’t worry, Sister Qingyi will be okay," Lin Xiyuan came over and handed Duanmu Zhe a cup of milk tea, then said, "Have something to drink first. I’ll stay here for you; you should go and change your clothes."

"No need, but thank you for the kind offer," Duanmu Zhe declined.

Lin Xiyuan sighed, then said, "Doctor Nalan is the best doctor in the military region. I believe he will save Sister Qingyi. Colonel Duanmu, don’t worry too much."

Duanmu Zhe’s gaze was locked on the surgery room door, his face almost expressionless, as he seemed to not hear Lin Xiyuan at all, as if deaf.

Knowing when to drop a subject, Lin Xiyuan said nothing upon seeing Duanmu Zhe’s state.

Three hours later, the surgery room door opened, and Doctor Nalan, wearing a white lab coat, stepped out.

Duanmu Zhe immediately went up to him, "Doctor Nalan, how is Qingyi?"

Doctor Nalan shook his head regretfully, "I’m sorry, the bullet went through her heart; there’s nothing I could do. Please forgive me for my powerlessness."

Duanmu Zhe’s world crumbled in that instant.

He had just heard the most unbearable news in the world.

"How could this happen?" Duanmu Zhe grabbed Doctor Nalan by the collar, shouting angrily, "Aren’t you the best doctor in the military region? Why couldn’t you do anything? Didn’t you do your best?"

"Colonel Duanmu, please don’t do this. Life is unpredictable, and Doctor Nalan doesn’t want it this way," Lin Xiyuan pulled Duanmu Zhe’s hand, trying to calm his emotions.

"Colonel Duanmu, please calm down," Nalan sighed. "I know how hard this is to handle and I’m saddened that I couldn’t save Colonel Mo too. I admit, my medical skills weren’t good enough. Under the circumstances, you might try taking Colonel Mo back to the capital. The capital has advanced medical facilities and many famous doctors; there, Colonel Mo might still have a chance."

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Zhe gradually calmed down and released Doctor Nalan’s collar before rushing into the surgery room.

Doctor Nalan straightened his coat calmly, glanced at Lin Xiyuan, and muttered, "This Duanmu Zhe is really a madman!"

Lin Xiyuan quickly said, "Doctor Nalan, don’t mind him; Colonel Mo’s condition is uncertain, and it’s understandable for Colonel Duanmu to be like this."

Doctor Nalan just smiled, a wise gleam flashing behind his glasses, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Doctors, especially military doctors, had seen too much of life and death.

That’s why Nalanda appeared so calm.

In the operating room, Mo Qingyi lay on the hospital bed, her face covered with an oxygen mask, her complexion as pale as paper, barely showing signs of life.

"Qingqing." Duanmu Zhe rushed in, took Mo Qingyi’s hand, and pressed it against his face.

Mo Qingyi’s hand was also cold.

"Mo Xiaosan, it’s me, Duanmu Xiaosi. Please, open your eyes and look at me." Duanmu Zhe’s voice was close to hoarse, but he still held back his tears, not letting a single drop fall.

At such a critical life or death moment, tears were most taboo.

On the operating table, Mo Qingyi showed no response at all, her breathing was extremely weak as if she could pass away in the next second.

"Colonel Duanmu..." Lin Xiyuan followed behind and walked in.

Duanmu Zhe acted as if he hadn’t heard Lin Xiyuan’s voice, not even glancing at her.

"Colonel Duanmu, I just asked Doctor Nalan, he said Sister Qingyi’s internal organs have started to fail, I’m afraid... it’s hopeless..." Lin Xiyuan continued.

"Sister Qingyi became like this for the peace of all three realms, try not to be too sad..."

"Shut your mouth!" Duanmu Zhe coldly turned towards Lin Xiyuan.

His voice was loud, carrying a cold and bloody undertone.

It shook Lin Xiyuan to the core, making her abruptly fall silent.

She had never seen Duanmu Zhe like this, on the brink of endless sorrow and rage, as if he might explode at any moment.

"Qingqing, you’ll be okay, trust me, I will find a way to save you." Duanmu Zhe gently held Mo Qingyi’s hand, his eyes and eyebrows filled with tenderness as he looked down at her, his eyes held an indelible affection.

Watching this scene, Lin Xiyuan’s expression didn’t change as she said, "Colonel Duanmu, face the reality. Sister Qingyi really is beyond help. Keeping her alive like this only adds to her pain. She has already become like this; let her go comfortably."

Lin Xiyuan appeared to have Mo Qingyi’s best interests at heart.

"Colonel Duanmu, if you truly love Sister Qingyi, let her go. I’m a doctor, I know the pain she’s enduring!"

Duanmu Zhe loved Mo Qingyi so much, he surely couldn’t bear to see her suffer like this.

And indeed, Mo Qingyi was beyond saving now.

Lin Xiyuan wasn’t lying. No one knew the extent of the pain Mo Qingyi was enduring at that moment.

Better to die quickly than live in such pain.

Duanmu Zhe ignored Lin Xiyuan’s words, lifted Mo Qingyi in his arms, "Qingqing, I’ll take you home, we’ll go home, and I will find a way to save you, don’t worry..."

"Colonel Duanmu! Doing this will only increase Sister Qingyi’s pain! She has already become like this, just let her pass away peacefully!" Lin Xiyuan reached out to stop Duanmu Zhe.

"Get lost!" Duanmu Zhe coldly glanced at Lin Xiyuan.

"Colonel Duanmu!" Lin Xiyuan, unwilling to leave, hoped that Duanmu Zhe could look beyond Mo Qingyi and see her.

With endless rage in him, Duanmu Zhe swung his long leg, kicking Lin Xiyuan to the ground before stepping over her body and continuing on.

Lin Xiyuan watched his retreating figure with a sorrowful gaze, clutching her fists tightly, staying silent.

Outside, a private plane was waiting for Duanmu Zhe.

The plane was also equipped with two medical personnel.

Duanmu Zhe boarded the plane with Mo Qingyi in his arms.

With a roaring sound, the plane disappeared into the dense night.

Only after the plane had flown away did Lin Xiyuan walk out of the medical room.

The lights stretched her shadow very long.

She looked up at the sky, her eyes revealing an unfathomable darkness.

Somewhat mournful.

Suddenly, she was lost, not even sure if what she had done was right.

Some say that to love someone is to wish for their happiness.

Yet, she had once again destroyed their happiness.

Right or wrong, she had done what she did, and she had to keep going.

Just then, a figure emerged from the night, lighting a cigarette and slowly exhaling a ring of smoke, "Your skills in changing identity aren’t bad, you must have learned from Elder Number Five, right?"

Lin Xiyuan looked up, surprised, and calmly replied, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

The man was the doctor who operated on Mo Qingyi, Doctor Nalan.

Doctor Nalan, with a smile that did not reach his eyes, continued, "Indeed, out of all the elders’ disciples, you were the only one they couldn’t bear to lose so soon. Not everyone gets the chance to start anew. Why bother chasing after those past memories? Isn’t living well enough for you?"

A second chance at life was hard to come by, yet Lin Xiyuan still took a path of no return.

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