Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 863 - 865, Little Black Charcoal (first update)

Chapter 863: 865, Little Black Charcoal (first update)

Duanmu Zhe rose to his feet to give Chu Jin a place, "Ninth Sister-in-law, please have a seat."

Chu Jin composed herself and sat on the edge of the bed, extending her hand to take Mo Qingyi’s pulse before closing her eyes.

Everyone in the room held their breath following Chu Jin’s actions.

It was very quiet.

Nobody spoke.

After a moment, Chu Jin slowly opened her eyes, and the elderly Mrs. Mo asked anxiously, "Jin, how is it? What’s the situation with Qingyi now? Is there any chance for recovery?"

Chu Jin sighed, then shook her head.

The implication was clear without words.

Seeing Chu Jin like this, Bao Bao immediately grew anxious and turned to Bei Bei, "This is bad, this is bad, could Auntie really become an idiot?"

Bei Bei also looked nervous. She glanced at Mo Qingyi and then grasped Bao Bao’s hand, "Brother, the books say that we must be conscientious. Auntie has always been so nice to us, even if she really becomes an idiot, we can’t despise her, we need to take good care of her."

"Mhm," Bao Bao nodded, looking like a little adult, "Don’t worry, sister, I understand all these principles."

Chu Jin and these siblings, who were like treasured clowns, almost burst into laughter.

Where on earth did these two little fools learn such things? They were truly amusing.

"Ninth Sister-in-law, please just tell me the truth, can Qingyi’s intelligence still recover?" Duanmu Zhe looked at Chu Jin and continued.

Chu Jin glanced at Mo Qingyi, shaking her head regretfully, "Right now, Qingyi has the intelligence of a three-year-old child and I’m afraid it can’t recover."

"Ah?" Dismay spread across Duanmu Zhe’s face, "How can this be? Ninth Sister-in-law, could you have made a mistake?"

How could the heavens be so cruel?

It was hard enough for Mo Qingyi to finally wake up, only to now say she could only remain like a three-year-old child.

Duanmu Zhe found it hard to accept this all at once.

Chu Jin slightly raised her eyebrows, "What, are you questioning my medical skills?"

Duanmu Zhe snapped out of his disbelief, "Ninth Sister-in-law, I didn’t mean that, but is there really no way to restore Qingyi’s intelligence?"

The elderly Mrs. Mo also cared deeply about this issue and hastily said, "Jin, Qingyi has finally regained consciousness, please think of a solution!" Mo Qingyi’s life had already been hard enough.

Chu Jin smiled and said, "Actually, there is a method, but it depends on whether Duanmu is willing."

"What’s the method?" The elderly Mrs. Mo immediately asked.

Duanmu Zhe also said, "Ninth Sister-in-law, just tell me, whatever the method, I will agree to it."

"Are these words the truth?" Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly.

"It’s the truth!" Duanmu Zhe affirmed with a nod.

Chu Jin then said, "It requires using the blood from your heart as a medicinal guide. If taken for seven days, Qingyi can return to normal. However, after drawing the heart’s blood, your soul will suffer damage..."

"I’m willing!" Duanmu Zhe interrupted Chu Jin’s words, "As long as Qingyi can recover, no matter what I have to sacrifice, I will agree."

Upon hearing this, emotion appeared on the elderly Mrs. Mo’s face.

Chu Jin took out a dagger from her space ring and handed it to Duanmu Zhe, "Come on."

Duanmu Zhe took the dagger, closed his eyes, and stabbed fiercely toward his heart.

"No!"

Just as the dagger was about to pierce into Duanmu Zhe’s heart, a pair of soft hands timely grasped Duanmu Zhe’s hand.

Duanmu Zhe opened his eyes to see the person before him, and said with some puzzlement, "Qingyi?"

The others were also somewhat astonished by this scene.

"Stop being silly, I was lying to you." Mo Qingyi hugged Duanmu Zhe tightly, "Duanmu Xiaosi, why are you so foolish?" Mo Qingyi was both angry and amused.

Duanmu Zhe was still somewhat dazed, holding Mo Qingyi and somewhat at a loss, "Qingyi, I’m not dreaming, am I? You’re really okay?"

"Idiot! Of course, I’m fine! I was just tricking you," Mo Qingyi said while patting Duanmu Zhe’s back with tears in her eyes.

She had only wanted to play a joke on Duanmu Zhe.

She didn’t expect Duanmu Zhe to take it seriously and actually attempt to draw his heart’s blood.

That moment had truly scared Mo Qingyi.

"It’s good that you’re fine, it’s good that you’re fine," Duanmu Zhe held Mo Qingyi tightly, his heart filled with relief.

Mo Qingyi released Duanmu Zhe and looked up at Chu Jin, chiding him, "Jin, you are too bad! Even though you knew I was pretending, you actually scared Duanmu Xiaosi, this honest person!"

Chu Jin reached out and pinched Mo Qingyi’s cheek, "It was all thanks to your convincing performance."

The elderly Mrs. Mo said with a smiling face, "It’s not just Xiaosi who was fooled, even I was deceived."

Zhou Jin smiled without a word.

Actually, she had seen through Mo Qingyi’s joke from the beginning; she just chose not to reveal it.

"That’s great, Auntie isn’t silly anymore! Auntie can take us to buy candy again!" Bao Bao jumped up happily.

It didn’t matter whether Auntie was silly or not, what mattered was that Auntie could take them to buy candy again.

Buying candy was the most important thing.

Bei Bei stood in front of Mo Qingyi, blinking her large eyes and asked softly, "Auntie, do you now recognize who I am?"

"You’re Auntie’s little cotton-padded jacket," Mo Qingyi kissed Bei Bei.

"And what about me?" Bao Bao immediately stepped next to Mo Qingyi, "Auntie, what am I to you?"

Mo Qingyi replied with a smile, "You’re my little vest."

Bao Bao seemed unhappy and said, "Auntie, I also want to be your little cotton-padded jacket..." A vest was missing two sleeves, and he was amazing, how could he just be a vest?

Bei Bei glanced sideways at Bao Bao, "Brother, you’re so shameless! I’m Auntie’s little cotton-padded jacket."

"I don’t care!" Bao Bao crossed his arms, "Anyway, I am going to be Auntie’s little cotton-padded jacket."

Mo Qingyi touched Bao Bao’s little head, "Alright, alright, Bao Bao is also my little cotton-padded jacket, you both are my little cotton-padded jackets."

Bao Bao was still not satisfied, pouting his lips, "Auntie, I want to be that little cotton-padded jacket you love wearing the most."

Bei Bei was not to be outdone, "I am the little cotton-padded jacket Auntie loves wearing the most! Right, Auntie?"

Mo Qingyi reached out to embrace Bao Bao and Bei Bei. "You two are auntie’s most beloved little cotton-padded jackets."

In the hospital room, laughter abounded.

Seeing the adorable little fellows Bao Bao and Bei Bei, Zhou Jin’s eyes warmed slightly.

If only she could have two adorable grandsons like them someday.

Then she would die with no regrets.

However, such things cannot be forced.

Now that Mo Qingyi had safely awakened, she was already very happy.

As for the matter of offspring, she would just let nature take its course.

After several days of observation in the hospital, Mo Qingyi moved back to the Duanmu Family home.

Having suffered serious injuries, she would need at least a year and a half to recover, so she couldn’t report back to the army for the time being.

Mo Qingyi was injured in the line of duty, so Duanmu Zhe could stay home to take care of her.

These days, the two of them were together all the time and never got tired of each other.

Having experienced life and death together, they treasured each other all the more.

After a heavy rain, a rare rainbow appeared in the sky of the Superpower World.

The rainbow attracted many onlookers.

At that moment, Duanmu Zhe was standing on the balcony, hanging clothes out to dry for Mo Qingyi.

Mo Qingyi tiptoed over, wrapped her arms around Duanmu Zhe’s waist from behind, and rested her cheek against his back. "Duanmu Xiaosi, why do I fancy you so much?"

Duanmu Zhe smiled faintly, turned around, and took her into his arms. "I fancy you too."

The two nestled together, with the sunlight casting a soft warm glow over them.

"Look, there’s a rainbow," Mo Qingyi suddenly exclaimed, noticing the rainbow in the sky, excitement twinkling in her eyes.

Duanmu Zhe looked up.

"Is it pretty?" Mo Qingyi continued.

"Pretty," Duanmu Zhe nodded slightly, then changed the subject, "But in my eyes, you’re the most beautiful. No scenery can compare to you."

Mo Qingyi had heard many sweet nothings from Duanmu Zhe before, but none was as pleasing to her ears as this remark.

Mo Qingyi smiled faintly, the rainbow’s colorful light reflecting in her eyes, splendid and vivid.

Inspired by the beautiful rainbow, she wrapped her arms around Duanmu Zhe’s waist, tiptoed, and took the initiative to kiss his lips.

Mo Qingyi seldom took the initiative, and Duanmu Zhe, of course, responded eagerly.

Deep in their affection, Mo Qingyi clung to Duanmu Zhe’s neck. "Duanmu Xiaosi, let’s have a child." She had already asked Chu Jin; she could now get pregnant normally, and today was exactly her ovulation day.

Young and full of vigor, Duanmu Zhe couldn’t resist such seduction, and with a heavy breath, he picked up Mo Qingyi at the waist, pushed open the balcony door with his foot, and tossed her onto the soft, large bed.

"Qingyi, tell me, how many do you want to have?" Duanmu Zhe whispered seductively into her ear.

Mo Qingyi wasn’t one to be easily provoked; she flipped over, pinning Duanmu Zhe beneath her. "That depends on your capabilities."

"You dare question me?" Duanmu Zhe raised an eyebrow slightly. "Hmm?"

"It’s not that I question you," Mo Qingyi said, looping her arms around Duanmu Zhe’s neck, "even if the soil is fertile, seeds that don’t sprout are still useless."

"Mo Qingyi, you’re done for." Duanmu Zhe rolled over and in an instant, pinned Mo Qingyi beneath him.

An exclamation sounded in the intimate atmosphere.

After today, Mo Qingyi would never dare to casually question a man’s abilities again.

Terrifying.

Truly terrifying.

The rosy glow suffused the room with amorous color.

Heart-fluttering sounds kept coming from the bedroom.

At the bakery on the street,

"Sheng Sheng, why isn’t my goddaughter here again?" Situ Ya walked in from outside, dissatisfied at not seeing Little Nianen, whom she doted on.

Duanmu Sheng, without lifting her head, replied, "I sent her to learn etiquette. After her etiquette class, there’s calligraphy. She likely won’t be back until after 6 o’clock."

Hearing that, Situ Ya incredulously said, "Oh my! You’re actually making Nianen learn so much! Nianen is only three years old this year! Can’t you ease up and give Nianen a wonderful childhood?"

After all, Nianen was only three years old.

Forcing such a small child to study so much wasn’t good for her growth.

But Duanmu Sheng thought differently; she believed a girl needed to learn more and see more of the world so that she wouldn’t be deceived in the future.

A girl should be cultured from a young age.

In the future, she should be able to carve out her own space in the world without relying on a man.

Duanmu Sheng certainly didn’t want Little Nianen to follow her own old path.

Pressing Situ Ya down by the shoulders, Duanmu Sheng reassured her, "Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, and I’m doing all this with Nianen’s consent. If she truly can’t handle it, she would definitely tell me. Don’t think Nianen is young; her mind is actually very mature."

"Forget it, I can’t be bothered with you. Just don’t exhaust my goddaughter," Situ Ya waved her hand dismissively. "Right, how’s your sister-in-law doing?"

Situ Ya had heard a bit about Mo Qingyi from Duanmu Sheng.

Being so close to Duanmu Sheng, it was only right for her to show some concern for Mo Qingyi.

Duanmu Sheng nodded, "Yeah, she’s fully recovered."

With that, Situ Ya poured herself a drink, "That’s great, it’ll save you the worry."

"Sheng Sheng, Miss Lin," just then, a warm, pleasant male voice filled the air.

Situ Ya immediately raised her hand to greet the newcomer, "Hi... Little Black Charcoal..."

The person was Zi.

Zi now wasn’t black at all, but his skin had turned bronze, with very handsome features. Placed in the sunlight, he was an outright warm-hearted man, the type very popular among young girls.