Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 138 Changes (first update)

Chapter 138: 138 Changes (first update)

This person’s thinking is truly unique.

I guess his thought processes are different from others as well.

Walking side by side, Mo Zhixuan deliberately slowed his pace to keep up with Chu Jin.

"Why didn’t you answer when I called you earlier?" Mo Zhixuan suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Chu Jin looked up at him blankly, "You called me?"

Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly.

Chu Jin instinctively reached for her pocket, then remembered that her phone had been lost in the elevator at the club last time, and she hadn’t found it yet.

"That," Chu Jin said, scratching her head embarrassedly, "I lost my phone a few days ago and haven’t had time to buy a new one."

No sooner had she finished speaking than the man beside her suddenly stretched out a long arm, wrapped it around the girl’s shoulder in a smooth motion, and with a twist, Chu Jin saw darkness as her straight nose crashed into the man’s robust chest, making her wince in pain.

Simultaneously, a white sedan flashed by in front of them at high speed.

Mo Zhixuan watched the departing tail lights, ink-colored depths swirling in his phoenix eyes.

These one or two times, were they accidents or was someone manipulating things from behind?

"Are you alright?" Mo Zhixuan regained his composure, looking down at Chu Jin.

"I’m fine, I’m fine," Chu Jin rubbed her nose, "Some people really drive as if they’re blind, daring to drive so fast in the basement."

"Let’s go," said Mo Zhixuan, loosely draping his arm over her shoulder and heading towards the entrance to the mall.

Feeling an unending warmth radiating from her, Mo Zhixuan’s previously furrowed brows began to slowly relax.

Ever since he found out she had saved Mo Qingyi, he started to gradually let his guard down around her.

After seeing that video of her in the alley, her clear and handsome features kept emerging in his mind.

Sometime, he slowly found himself getting drawn to her.

Maybe it was when he learned that Song Shiqin was also curious about her.

He had also watched the video of her and Song Shiqin working together to subdue an international fugitive.

At that time, four words circled in his mind, nervous, stunning.

He had never seen any woman with such mental strength and fierce methods.

Or perhaps it was when he saw her laughing and chatting with another man at the café.

His fiancée, how could she sit and have coffee with a strange man?

Even after his investigation revealed that the man was actually just her business partner, he was still bothered.

Just thinking of her sitting with another man made him feel... uneasy.

Even he couldn’t define the feeling, it was just an experience he had never had before.

At this moment, feeling her by his side made him inexplicably comfortable, his heartbeat speeding up slightly.

Was he sick?

Each absorbed in their own thoughts, they arrived at the elevator, where the tall-limbed Mo Zhixuan was first to light up the button.

With a ’ding dong’, the elevator stopped at B2, and Mo Zhixuan held the door open, waiting for Chu Jin to enter before following her in.

In the confined space of the elevator, they stood in silence, which wasn’t particularly awkward.

The elevator was fast, and in just over ten seconds, they arrived at the fourth floor.

Chu Jin looked around and asked in a slightly puzzled tone, "Didn’t you say we were going to eat?"

If they had agreed to eat, why would he bring her to an organic fresh produce supermarket?

"Buying groceries," said Mo Zhixuan, deliberately lowering his voice as he headed straight for the supermarket entrance.

In fact, Mo Zhixuan hadn’t expected to take her to the fresh market; originally, he had planned to go to the second-floor dining area, but had changed his mind on the spot.

Buy groceries?

Did he really want her to cook for him?

Cooking skills were something she never possessed, not in her past life or in this one.

"Are you going to cook yourself?" Chu Jin quickly followed, aiming to take the initiative.

He couldn’t possibly be planning to cook, could he?

In Chu Jin’s mind, it was hard to associate this restrained and cool man with a kitchen full of cooking smells.

Such a proud man should be sitting in an office, dominating the marketplace, changing fates, and looking down on the world.

Mo Zhixuan grabbed a shopping cart, his expression unchanged, "There’s an aunt at home."

"Oh," Chu Jin nodded and followed behind him, as quiet as a mouse.