Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 149 Unmarried Husband’s Gift (Sixth Update)

Chapter 149: 149 Unmarried Husband’s Gift (Sixth Update)

Chu Jin extended her hand to grasp the glass of milk, drank half of it in one breath, and said to Li Ruyu, "Aunt, this milk is quite good."

Seeing her drink most of the milk, a smug look flashed in the eyes of both individuals.

However, Li Ruyu quickly reacted and said sternly, "Stop trying to change the subject! Give the bracelet back to Yiling right now! Tell me, when has the Zhao family ever deprived you of food or clothing that you would bite the hand that feeds you and learn to steal things?"

Chu Jin slightly raised her eyes, her clear pupils calmly looked towards Li Ruyu.

They sparked an icy cold glint, sharp and chilling.

Making Li Ruyu shiver slightly.

Her red lips parted lightly, "Aunt, please watch your language. I’ll repeat it one more time, this was given to me by someone else! Since my cousin has lost something as well, you are entirely welcome to call the police. What do you mean by slandering me like this?"

At the mention of calling the police, Li Ruyu’s face twisted unnaturally and she said, "Call the police? Isn’t there a saying, ’Don’t wash your dirty linen in public’? If word gets out that the Zhao family raised a thief, where would your uncle and I put our faces?"

Li Ruyu continued.

"You keep saying that someone else gave you the bracelet. Then I really want to ask you, who gave it to you? Do you know how much this bracelet is worth? Who would be so generous to give you such a precious bracelet!"

She clearly stole Yiling’s bracelet, yet she’s here making excuses, truly shameless!

Li Ruyu was so angry her face was turning dark!

On the side, Zhao Yiling’s face was also looking rather ugly. She had worn that bracelet on her wrist for so many days, already considering it a part of her own body.

At this moment, to see the bracelet perfectly placed on that waste’s wrist, her heart felt as if it had been sliced open with a knife—painful and raw.

And mixed with a touch of unwillingness, her emotions were extremely complicated.

Chu Jin leisurely took a bite of her bacon egg roll and then finished the remaining half of her milk.

Only then did she raise her eyes to look at Li Ruyu, her red lips parted, her words full of substance, "My fiancé gave it to me, the head of the Mo family. If you have any questions, you can ask him directly."

With those words spoken, she took the schoolbag handed over by Mrs. Li, turned, and walked out the door.

Inside the house, Zhao Yiling seemed to lose all her strength suddenly, collapsing weakly into the chair.

Li Ruyu’s complexion wasn’t any better.

She already had a guilty conscience, not to mention that the bracelet originally belonged to Chu Jin; she wouldn’t dare to actually confront the Mo family.

"Yiling, what’s going on? Didn’t you say that the bracelet was lost?" Li Ruyu could only turn her doubtful gaze towards Zhao Yiling.

Zhao Yiling’s eyes widened suddenly, staring dead at Li Ruyu as she burst out accusingly, "How would I know what’s going on! This is all your fault, and you have the nerve to question me!"

In an instant, it was as if she became someone else.

Li Ruyu watched Zhao Yiling in disbelief, as if looking at a stranger.

"Yiling, what’s wrong with you?"

Li Ruyu reached out to steady Zhao Yiling’s shoulders, worry flickering in her eyes.

"Don’t touch me!" Zhao Yiling shook off Li Ruyu’s hand and stormed upstairs, full of anger.

If it weren’t for her mother, who was incompetent and more trouble than she was worth, how could she have ended up in this situation today?

She was the one who was rightfully the fiancée of the Mo family’s head, yet now that waste had snatched it away!

Li Ruyu looked dazedly at the departing figure of Zhao Yiling, her complexion ashen.

Her Yiling, what happened to her?

At the same time.

Hua Nation.

In an internationally renowned cosmetic surgery clinic.

In the office of a famous plastic surgeon.

A tall, fashionable young woman, wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat, sat in front of the doctor’s desk.

Under the cover of her hat and sunglasses, only half of her face was visible.

"I’ve heard that you’re the most famous and authoritative doctor here," the woman began slowly after a moment.

Her attractive lips were painted with bright red lipstick, bright and enticing.

The doctor, a middle-aged man past his fifties, pushed up his glasses in response and said modestly, "You flatter me. That’s just what people outside say about Zhao, but here are some of the cases handled by Zhao which you can take a look at."

With that, Dr. Zhao slid some files of people who had undergone facial surgery towards the fashionable woman.

The people in the files had undergone very successful facial surgeries, to the point that even their own fathers might struggle to recognize which one was their daughter.

Dr. Zhao spoke fluently in the language of Hua Nation.

Just three months ago, he was a bona fide citizen of Hua Nation, but that was no longer the case.

In recent years, due to the popularity of idol dramas, cosmetic surgery had become a trend, with large groups of people from Hua Nation coming here for plastic surgery every day.

"No need!" The woman pushed the files back towards Dr. Zhao with an air of cold elegance.

Without so much as a glance.

"Since I’ve chosen this place, I have absolute trust in you."

Dr. Zhao said, "It’s my honor. May I know if you’d like a chin enhancement or double eyelid surgery? Or perhaps the popular celebrity face that we’re known for? I can recommend a package..."

"No need," the woman cut off Dr. Zhao abruptly, pulling out a photo from her LV bag and pushing it in front of Dr. Zhao, "I want to look like the person in this photo."

Dr. Zhao looked down and saw a girl in the photo who appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

The girl, dressed in white and black, radiated an aura reminiscent of an ethereal orchid in a deserted valley.

Serene and tranquil.

Her features were exquisite; her eyebrows and eyes like a painting, red lips and white teeth, especially those delicate, peach-blossom eyes that made one unwittingly immersed, hopelessly deep.

This was, without doubt, a beauty.

Moreover, a beauty with a distinguished air.

Dr. Zhao stared at the photo in his hands, unable to snap back to reality for a long time. The girl in the photo and the woman before him were obviously of two different styles.

Even if she changed her face to that of the girl in the photo, the ethereal aura she carried was something no one could emulate or replicate.

The girl in the photo, though not a well-known star,

possessed an aura and features more distinctive than any celebrity could offer.

Additionally, the woman in the photo gave off an untouchable sense of sanctity that he couldn’t help but feel.

Also, this woman was rather unusual. Most of those seeking plastic surgery wanted to look like celebrities.

Yet she wished to take on the appearance of someone not well-known.

Such casual theft of another’s appearance seemed somewhat unethical.

"What’s the matter?" the woman lifted her chin slightly to look at Dr. Zhao, "Does the idea of making me look like her cause you distress, Dr. Zhao?"

As her voice reached his ears, Dr. Zhao quickly came back to his senses, "Miss, the thing is, I feel the young lady in the photo and your aura do not match. Your aura is more suited to the faces of celebrities and big stars like Fan Shuishui, Zhang Zitai, Yang Huan, and other international figures..."

"Five million," the woman pointed at the photo, "make me look like her."