Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 144 Bridal Price (First Order More)

Chapter 144: 144 Bridal Price (First Order More)

Chu Jin lifted her head with some stiffness.

He was very tall, and she had to look up to speak properly with him.

From her angle, she could see his perfect jaw and those thin lips pressed into a straight line.

"I did, I did mention it, but..." But they didn’t tell her that her fiancé looked like this!

The head of the Mo family in the rumors was completely different from the man before her.

No!

It was incomparable!

Thinking this, Chu Jin composed herself and then asked, "Were you just joking?"

The corners of Mo Zhixuan’s mouth curled into an arc, his deep phoenix eyes unreadable as he looked at Chu Jin and slowly began to speak, "I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Mo Zhixuan."

His voice was deep and slow, magnetic, and slightly husky.

With a ’boom’, Chu Jin felt as if something in her mind was suddenly smashed to pieces.

Ah, she must be hallucinating!

He said he is Mo Zhixuan?

The Mo family head who’s over fifty years old?

But this man, no matter how you look at him, didn’t resemble a person over fifty!

And he definitely didn’t look like a demon who people respect but keep at a distance!

This information was too much, she needed a moment to digest it.

Chu Jin’s crimson lips tightly pursed, she involuntarily glanced up at him again.

Eyes met.

In those bewitching peach blossom eyes, the light rippled, shining brightly.

Although the girl before him was young, she already had the charm to throw people into disarray.

Mo Zhixuan was slightly taken aback before slowly saying, "Don’t feel pressured, let’s go eat, and I’ll send you back after dinner."

The girl was still young and needed to be approached gently, without haste. It wouldn’t do to frighten her.

At the dining table, the two ate their meal, each lost in thought.

Not until the black Bugatti Veyron came to a halt in front of the Zhao family villa did Chu Jin emerge from her dazed state.

"Mr. Mo, thank you for the ride, goodbye." Chu Jin said her farewells to him as she got out of the car.

"Wait a moment." Mo Zhixuan took hold of her wrist and slipped a translucent, dripping red Blood Jade Bracelet onto her hand, his deep voice sounding by her ear, "A betrothal gift."

Her porcelain-white skin, contrasted with the blood-red jade bracelet, was strikingly eye-catching.

But it wasn’t out of place.

The word ’betrothal gift’ jolted Chu Jin awake—she had been thinking of finding a way to cancel the engagement with the Mo family after some time, yet now, she had stirred up such a huge trouble.

In this life, all she wanted was to avenge her past grievances and stay out of the complexities of romantic entanglements.

She hastily attempted to remove the Blood Jade Bracelet, but found that once it touched her wrist, it shrank to fit perfectly, as if locked onto her hand, impossible to remove.

She immediately looked up at Mo Zhixuan, her voice laced with anxiety, "What’s going on here?"

Could it be that the bracelet was cursed or something?

Ah, c’mon!

This man wasn’t trying to shackle her, was he?

Mo Zhixuan looked at the Blood Jade Bracelet on her hand, his expression changing slightly as a heavy ink-like color flashed through his inscrutable phoenix eyes and was gone in an instant. His voice was as deep as ever, "No need to panic, this means you are fated with it, just keep it well."

Mo Zhixuan had not expected the Blood Jade Bracelet to recognize an owner—it was an unexpectedly... pleasant surprise.

Or perhaps, this person was destined to be his wife.

Things were getting more complicated than she had anticipated, going beyond her original estimates.

Chu Jin felt somewhat of a headache coming on as she rubbed her forehead, "This... doesn’t seem quite right, does it?"

Remembering all that had happened before, Chu Jin’s brows furrowed slightly. This man couldn’t possibly think that her past actions had been deliberate plays of hard to get, strategic moves to get close to him, could he?

Or perhaps, he thought she was after his power, status, and wealth?

Her head ached even more.

Mo Zhixuan casually closed the car door and took out a white box from the driver’s seat, "Keep this safe. It’s getting late; head back to your room."

As he spoke, he thrust the white paper box into Chu Jin’s hands.

In the end, he added another sentence, "I’ve saved my cellphone number in there; you can contact me if there’s anything. You don’t need to refuse; consider it a meeting gift from me."

Chu Jin stared at the box in her hand and the shining red Blood Jade Bracelet, her mind going blank for a few seconds.

Why did she feel that this bracelet looked somewhat similar to the one Zhao Yiling wore on her wrist?

Rubbing her temples with a hint of a headache, she did not seriously think he intended to marry her, did she?

Now, there was a real mess!

"Go inside." Mo Zhixuan slowly lit a cigarette, his noble features obscured by the night and the smoke, making him seem all the more mysterious and aloof.

Knowing she couldn’t refuse him now, Chu Jin looked up at him and then waved her hand towards him.

"Alright, then I’m heading back now. Goodbye." After speaking, she turned and walked toward the inside.

After a few steps, Chu Jin seemed to remember something and turned her head, the corners of her lips slightly lifting, "Thank you."

That smile blossomed in the night, vibrant as a summer flower.

It imprinted itself in Mo Zhixuan’s mind, lingering for a long time.

The following line of text suddenly appeared before his eyes.

When she glances back and smiles, all other charms fade in comparison.

**

At the same time, in the servant’s quarters of the Zhao family villa.

Zuo Lingxiang sat in front of a makeup mirror, using a hot egg to soothe her swollen right face, complaining, "Mom, you hit too hard. Aren’t you afraid of ruining my face completely?"

"Hard?" Aunt Zhang sat on the bed and turned to look at her, "If I hadn’t been stern, would Mr. Mo have spared you? It’s your own fault for not keeping your mouth shut, spouting whatever comes to mind. That girl is Mr. Mo’s fiancée, the future lady of this villa!"

"Fiancée?" Zuo Lingxiang spoke with a hint of disdain, "So what about a fiancée? The waters are always deep in wealthy families. Even if it’s more than just a fiancée, what difference would marriage make? Which successful person isn’t surrounded by a host of wives and concubines, let alone a man as outstanding as Mr. Mo? Even that girl tonight, she wouldn’t be able to hold Mr. Mo at bay, I bet!"

"Lingxiang, I find your words rather odd! What’s wrong with Miss Chu? Whether it’s her appearance or demeanor, she’s quite a match for the gentleman. Moreover, she’s well-educated and clearly comes from a prominent family. Don’t say things out of turn—you know trouble comes from careless talk!"

Hearing Aunt Zhang’s words, Zuo Lingxiang let out a sigh, "Mom, why couldn’t you have given birth to me as a wealthy young lady?"

Zuo Lingxiang continued.

"And so what if she’s a wealthy young lady? Does that make her any less human? Just you wait and see, Mom. I feel like Mr. Mo will sooner or later call off the engagement with that Chu Jin!"

"The books you’ve read these past years must have gone to waste!" Aunt Zhang grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Zuo Lingxiang, "They say it’s better to tear down a temple than to destroy a marriage. But look at you, always hoping for trouble between Mr. Mo and his wife-to-be!"

Zuo Lingxiang didn’t directly answer Aunt Zhang’s protest but continued to inquire, "Mom, why did I just happen to run into Mr. Mo coming home today? He usually doesn’t return here, does he? Has he been coming back frequently lately?"

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhang’s expression darkened, and she snapped sternly, "Lingxiang! You’d best set aside those fanciful thoughts and focus on your studies! Mr. Mo is out of your league—we don’t have that kind of destiny!"

Destiny?

She did not believe in destiny at all!

Why should some people be born superior, enjoying endless wealth and prestige?

As for her, she was merely a servant’s daughter!

No matter how hard she worked, she would always be a servant’s daughter. Someday, she would fiercely crush all those who looked down on Zuo Lingxiang under her feet.

**

At the entrance to the Zhao family villa.

Only after she had entered did Mo Zhixuan extinguish his cigarette butt, his deep phoenix eyes calmly looking towards the Zhao family’s main gate.

In the darkness, those eyes were like an endless deep sea.

Calm and undisturbed, with dark currents swirling within.

As soon as Chu Jin pushed the door open, she heard bursts of laughter and chatter coming from inside.

It seemed quite lively within.

No sooner had she set foot in the living room than Li Ruyu approached her, personally placing a pair of slippers at Chu Jin’s feet, "Jin, you’re back. Quickly change your shoes. Have you eaten yet? We saved some food for you."

Not in the mood to spar with Li Ruyu, Chu Jin bent down and put on the slippers, "I’ve eaten."