Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 141 How about it? (Second Update)

Chapter 141: 141 How about it? (Second Update)

The young woman was nearly fuming with anger. She had gone on and on, and there hadn’t been any reaction from her.

At the very least, she should show some envy and admiration.

That’s the problem with being uneducated!

A wretched lowlife by choice.

Doesn’t she realize the huge gap that exists between herself and me?

Seeing that this approach was ineffective on Chu Jin, the young woman resentfully hung up the phone with a heavy heart.

Her peripheral vision caught the magazine rack behind the sofa, and her eyes lit up. She turned to Chu Jin and said, "Hey, go and get me that French magazine from behind."

Chu Jin, engrossed in the TV drama, had not heard her voice.

The young woman let out a long sigh, "Hey, I’m talking to you. Can’t you hear?"

Her voice was several decibels louder than before.

Only then did Chu Jin slowly turn her head, looking somewhat puzzled, "What’s the matter?"

The corners of the young woman’s mouth curled into a smile. She nodded her chin towards the magazine rack and said, "Go get that French magazine for me."

Chu Jin was stunned for a moment. Did this person really think she could order her around like a servant?

What a spoiled little rich girl! Don’t I have hands of my own?

Seeing her like this, a hint of smug satisfaction flashed in the young woman’s eyes, and she covered her mouth to giggle, "Oh, sorry. I forgot. French is one of the ten hardest languages in the world to learn, it’s normal that you can’t understand it. If I weren’t from C University French Department, I wouldn’t understand it myself."

Chu Jin: "..." So she really was mocking me for being uneducated!

Who gave her the wrong impression that I am uneducated?

So what if you’re from the C University French Department?

I won’t get it for you—how irritating!

"That’s why I say, opportunities are reserved for the educated. Young people should really study more!" the young woman continued. "Look, the one with the red and blue cover—that’s the French magazine. Go get it for me."

Chu Jin looked up at her, the light dancing in her eyes, the dimples on her cheeks growing deeper, and her red lips parted gently, "t’es pas le coussin de roi? (French: Who do you think you are?)"

Sorry, but I’m quite good at French myself!

I can’t stand young people who are so full of themselves, thinking they’re something special just because they have a little talent.

The world doesn’t revolve around you.

Everybody has to pamper you.

The young woman’s face turned pale. She couldn’t be hallucinating, could she? A country bumpkin who didn’t even graduate middle school could speak French?

"What did you just say?"

Chu Jin lifted her chin slightly, her beguiling peach blossom eyes narrowing, "T’es stupide! (You’re really stupid!)"

Now the young woman understood and screeched, "You dare call me stupid! Believe it or not, I could have my mom fire you on the spot! Go get that magazine for me right now!"

A mere servant, even if you understand some French, how dare you stand up to me!

Truly stupidly adorable.

Chu Jin sipped her orange juice lightly, her red lips parting gently, "I won’t get it. What about it?"

Her tone was light, carrying a hint of provocation.

The young woman felt like she was about to explode with anger. In this villa, no one had ever dared to speak to her with that tone.

That other servant was all respect and reverence upon seeing her.

Chu Jin looked at her with an indifferent expression.

The young woman was seething with frustration, a kind of malicious energy running rampant within her as she pointed at Chu Jin, "Who let you sit here? Don’t you see how dirty the ground and messy the sofa are? We hired you to clean and be a servant, not to act like a spoiled rich girl! Be careful, or I’ll tell my mom and you’ll lose your job!"

A servant is a servant, no sense of propriety at all.

Chu Jin lightly stroked her chin with her hand. This person had mentioned her mother in every sentence.

Could she be that person’s sister?

It seems that she had heard that person mention having a sister before.

If she really was that person’s sister, then her quality was certainly lacking.

At that moment, footsteps sounded from outside the house, coming closer.

An upright figure appeared in the living room. Looking up, one could see his noble and sharply defined handsome features.

His whole being exuded an austere and cold aura.

And that undeniable air of dominance.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the young woman’s eyes brightened. She quickly stood up from the sofa, smoothed out her skirt, the anger on her face vanishing in an instant, replaced by a hint of bashful excitement as she said, "Mr. Mo, you’re back."