Mo Feixue smiled lightly, "Since you have something to do, I won’t keep you," as she spoke, she lowered her gaze to the little Lolita and coaxed softly, the smile in her eyes very gentle, "Pengpeng, be good. When Miss Chu is free, your auntie will take you to play with her, okay?"
"No good," the little Lolita pouted dissatisfiedly, "Auntie Feixue, I want to play with Jin now. Let me down."
Chu Jin reached out and touched the little Lolita’s head, "I’ll see you tomorrow." Having said that, he turned and left.
"Miss Chu, it’s hard to get a cab here. Let me drive you," Mo Qianjue picked up the car keys and quickly caught up with Chu Jin.
The mansion was on the mid-levels and indeed, it was difficult to get a cab. Chu Jin did not refuse him, "Then I’ll trouble Mr. Mo."
"Papa, I want to go with you to send Jin home," the little Lolita slid down from Mo Feixue’s arms and caught up with the two.
Mo Qianjue looked at her solemnly, "Don’t you have homework to do?"
The little Lolita touched her head, a sly glint in her eyes, "Oh, right, I haven’t done my homework yet. Papa, be careful driving, bye Jin."
"Bye," Chu Jin waved to her.
As they were leaving, Mo Qianjue took a black umbrella passed to him by the butler.
Mo Feixue watched their retreating figures, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly before she crouched down, hands on the little Lolita’s shoulders, "Pengpeng, tell Auntie, how did you come to be with Miss Chu? How did you two meet? Does she come here often?"
How did an ordinary person come to know Mo Qianjue?
The more Mo Feixue thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, so she could only find the answer from the little Lolita.
Children don’t lie.
The little Lolita cocked her head, her big eyes blinking, and in a milky voice she said, "Auntie Feixue, I really like Jin. I want Jin to be my mommy. What do you think?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Feixue’s face turned a bit pale, "Pengpeng, we have to ask Daddy’s opinion on this kind of matter. Right, didn’t you used to really like the little white rabbit at Auntie’s house? I brought it with me today; how about Auntie takes you to see it now?"
"Okay, thank you, Auntie. Let’s go see it now."
"Okay." Mo Feixue took the little Lolita and walked towards the backyard.
Outside, the lamps were just beginning to light up, stars filling the sky, a gentle summer breeze blowing, a very cool evening.
Mo Qianjue, the very picture of a gentleman, held the car door open for Chu Jin and carefully shielded his hand above the car, leaning slightly. Although he had a classically handsome face, his physique was not frail at all. He was very tall, like a tall and graceful tree.
After getting in the car, Mo Qianjue took the initiative, "Where does Miss Chu live?"
Chu Jin looked down and fastened her seatbelt, "Huagui Park Building 68."
Midway through the ride, the previously star-filled sky suddenly poured with heavy rain, streaks of lightning cutting across the sky, fierce and startling.
"Boom boom boom—" The thunder echoed in the ears, one after another.
The weather was eerily reminiscent of the night of Chu Jin’s accident in her past life.
That scorching fire engulfed every inch of her skin.
In the flames, she struggled, screaming, and gradually running out of strength, she became a pile of charred bones.
She couldn’t even leave a complete corpse behind.
Suddenly, Chu Jin’s mind flashed back to the system reminder: the backlash of Heavenly Dao.
A cold sweat broke out on her pale forehead.
Her long fingers gripped the leather seats tightly, knuckles turning slightly white due to the force, and veins stood out on the back of her hands, her whole body falling into an extremely uneasy state.
Fire, a sky full of fire.
Unnoticed to anyone, Chu Jin’s originally clear pupils were gradually turning red.
A seductive red.
"What’s happening?" Zi also exclaimed, "Jin, calm down."
But Chu Jin seemed not to hear, her eyes growing redder and redder.
"Miss Chu, are you alright?" Feeling her agitation, Mo Qianjue turned his head and asked before handing her a tissue.
Just as Mo Qianjue turned his head, Chu Jin’s eyes returned to normal. She paused before taking the tissue, "I’m fine, thank you."
Just now, Chu Jin felt as if she had fallen into another dimensional space, blind and deaf to everything, senses shut down, as if pressed by some heavy stone, unable to breathe.
Mo Qianjue distinctly felt her fingertips were somewhat cold. He frowned slightly, then turned up the air conditioning by two degrees.
Zi cautiously asked, "Jin, what happened to you just now? Are you okay?"
Chu Jin frowned slightly, "I don’t know what happened." Since her rebirth, this was the first time she encountered such a loss of control. Was this the backlash from Heavenly Dao that the system mentioned?
Zi’s expression was grave, sitting on a stone bench without a word, seemingly deep in thought.
So, Zi could be that serious.
Chu Jin narrowed her eyes.
Then, what secrets was he hiding from her?
The rain grew heavier, the streets nearly empty, the night heavy with oppressiveness.
About thirty minutes later, the car stopped in front of Huagui Garden.
Mo Qianjue got out first, opened the black umbrella, then walked to Chu Jin’s side to open the door for her. As the umbrella tilted, most of the rain soaked his shoulder, wetting his white shirt.
Chu Jin looked at him and said lightly, "Mr. Mo, you should head back. I can go in by myself."
Mo Qianjue spoke with finality, "It’s pouring out. Let me escort you."
At that moment, a powerful light shone, and a black Bugatti Veyron stopped directly in front of them.
Blinded by the bright lights, Chu Jin reflexively raised her hand to shield her forehead.
At the same time, the wind stopped, the rain ceased.