Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 437 - 436 (second watch of the night)

Chapter 437: 436 (second watch of the night)

Only when Chu Jin returned to the Zhao family would the Zhao Clan have hope of revitalizing.

Originally, the plan today was just to stop by and see Zhao Yan, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be a surprise encounter with Chu Jin.

For Zhao Hai at this moment, Chu Jin was the only lifeline.

He pinned all his hopes on her.

"Mr. Zhao, I have made it very clear, I no longer have anything to do with the Zhao family. Please leave; you’re not welcome here." Chu Jin extended her hand in a gesturing motion, issuing a dismissal.

Zhao Hai sighed deeply, his expression somewhat helpless, "Jin, then I’ll be going now. If you have time, remember to come home for a visit. The doors of Zhao family will always be open for you."

Zhao Hai positioned himself in a very humble attitude. He knew that some things couldn’t be rushed and needed to be approached slowly. He would use familial affection to influence Chu Jin.

"Young man, I’ll be leaving now." As he reached the doorway, Zhao Hai did not forget to greet Mo Zhixuan.

However, Mo Zhixuan did not acknowledge him; his expression was slightly cold, causing Zhao Hai’s heart to tremble. He hurriedly left, as if staying a second longer would suffocate him.

In the blink of an eye, the quiet hospital room was left with only two people, beside Zhao Yan who laid in bed: Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin.

Mo Zhixuan stood by the window taking a phone call, while Chu Jin sat beside the bed giving Zhao Yan acupuncture. Zhao Yan, who had been bedridden for a long time, had poor blood circulation and almost no warmth in her body. Using the needles to transfer spiritual energy could alleviate these symptoms.

Although the two were each busy with their own tasks, they got along harmoniously, and the atmosphere was not awkward at all.

The girl’s movements with the needles were extremely precise, resembling the flow of clouds and water. From afar, there was even a touch of agile martial beauty. The man taking a call by the window had a voice that unconsciously softened.

**

The Mo family.

In the study.

Mo Qingyi’s emotions had gradually stabilized, but her face still bore faint traces of tears. She had come to a realization, no matter what, the old Mrs. Mo was her only mother. Whoever raised her when young, she would take care of them when old.

Others, who were irrelevant, could just be blown away with the wind.

After much thought, the old Mrs. Mo decided to reveal the Mo family’s secret to Mo Qingyi.

At 18, it was time for her to stand on her own.

Moreover, Mo Qingyi had chosen to stay. From now on, she would be a member of the Mo Clan.

The old Mrs. Mo turned the vase on the desk, and suddenly, amidst the silent space, a ’hisss’ sounded, reminiscent of the heavy grinding noise of a millstone being pushed.

The smooth, polished floor suddenly revealed a pitch-black entrance.

Looking down the entrance, one could see stairs descending level after level, with half-burned candles around the walls.

Clearly, it was an underground chamber.

An ancient and mysterious underground chamber.

The dark entrance was so obscure that one couldn’t see what was inside at all.

It stirred up human curiosity.

Curiosity mingled with fear.

Mo Qingyi took a sharp breath. She had lived in the Mo family for eighteen years, and this was the first time she knew there was such a place in the Mo family.

"Qingqing, follow me." The old Mrs. Mo slowly got up and went straight to the entrance of the underground chamber. She stepped down the stairs and disappeared from the ground level.

Mo Qingyi paused for a moment, then quickly came to her senses and hurriedly followed in the footsteps of the old Mrs. Mo.

Looking at the dark entrance and the stairs hanging in the air, Mo Qingyi swallowed hard, "Mom, wait for me." If it weren’t for the elder Mrs. Mo leading the way, Mo Qingyi would definitely not have had the courage to go down.

It was too horrifying, with a feeling like watching a thriller, as if something that eats people lived underneath the ground.

Blackness always endows human beings with endless imagination.

Mo Qingyi carefully extended one foot, then the other, until her entire body was engulfed by the entrance.

At that moment, a ’click’ sounded from above, heavy and ominous.

At the same time, a soft, snow-white light illuminated the originally pitch-black passage.

Mo Qingyi looked up, puzzled, but found no light fixtures overhead. So, where was the light coming from?

The tunnel was long, the kind you couldn’t see the end of, with the elder Mrs. Mo walking ahead. Her silhouette appeared desolate, even a bit lonely.

Mo Qingyi temporarily put aside her doubts and followed closely behind the elder Mrs. Mo.

After about ten minutes and a turn in the path, the view suddenly opened up, and the two stopped inside a stone house.

Mo Qingyi noticed that the walls of the stone house were covered with stone carvings, and in the corners, rows of bright red flowers bloomed.

Flowers without leaves.

Exuding bursts of exotic fragrance.

At a glance, it looked like a river of flowing blood, with a jarring red that was very striking.

The walls were finely engraved with: Pangu separating the sky from the earth, humans on the altar, different spatial dimensions, one realm divided into four.

Further on depicted a family’s history, from decline to prosperity, from ordinary to noble, from the secular world to the Superpower World.

Also, the silhouette of the boy who massacred a city, the thrilling scenes of thousands cheering,

Suddenly, the scene shifted to a different view. The boy once revered by his clan for massacring the city became isolated, from being admired by thousands to being despised by the masses—a stark contrast with no explanation, as if it happened overnight.

Nobody knew what really happened.

After being abandoned by everyone, the boy who massacred the city chose to leave.

Once he crossed the Jade Belt River, he arrived at a new world.

Three silhouettes gradually disappeared into the bustling marketplace.

The mural ended there.

Stunned by the mural in front of her, Mo Qingyi reached out with her fair fingers to touch it, feeling an icy chill at her fingertips, like touching ice in the dead of winter. At the same time, her mind was flooded with scenes that didn’t belong to her, merging with those depicted on the wall in a miraculous way.

After sorting through the newly acquired memory fragments in her mind, Mo Qingyi looked up doubtfully at the elder Mrs. Mo beside her, "That person, is he my brother?"

The expression on the elder Mrs. Mo’s face was very grave, as if lost in some unpleasant memory.

Upon hearing this, she simply nodded lightly.

The boy who massacred the city was none other than Mo Zhixuan.

A look of shock flashed in Mo Qingyi’s eyes. So there actually was a second spatial dimension in existence.

No wonder Mo Zhixuan’s appearance had stayed the same for ten years, no wonder Zheng Chuyi had looked at her before with eyes filled with contempt.

No wonder Mo Zhixuan’s body was always devoid of warmth, no wonder he was cursed with a wife-killing fate.

Combining the new memories in her mind, Mo Qingyi said indignantly, "Mom, it’s all that Zheng Chuyi’s fault. If it weren’t for her, how could my brother have ended up where he is today!"