Chapter 745: 747, is it okay to cancel the wedding? (Second update)

Mo Zhixuan lit a cigarette, took a drag, and suddenly realized something. He immediately stubbed out the butt and opened the window to ventilate.

Secondhand smoke is bad for the fetus.

Chu Jin wrapped herself tightly in her nightgown, sat up in bed, and then spoke, "Mo Zhixuan, there’s something I need to discuss with you."

Mo Zhixuan slowly turned back, "What is it?"

The word ’discuss’ was rarely used by Chu Jin unless it was truly a significant matter, so Mo Zhixuan’s expression turned quite serious.

"My mother hopes that our daughter can take my surname. What do you think?" Chu Jin asked in a calm tone.

Mo Zhixuan was momentarily stunned, then asked, "Why?" Mr. Mo was slightly chauvinistic at heart and had a bit of a soft spot for his daughter. Hearing that his precious daughter might not share his surname made him quite upset.

Instead of directly answering his question, Chu Jin simply said, "Go get me a glass of water."

"All right." Mo Zhixuan immediately got up to get her a glass of water.

After taking a big gulp of water that Chu Jin handed her, she explained Zhao Yan’s reasoning.

In truth, Zhao Yan’s request wasn’t too excessive, but Mo Zhixuan still found it a bit hard to accept. After all, it was his beloved daughter, and the thought of her not carrying his surname seemed to be missing something.

A few seconds of silence filled the air after Chu Jin finished speaking.

A moment later, Mo Zhixuan slowly said, "Okay, let’s do as your mother says."

"Ah?" Chu Jin raised an eyebrow slightly, "So, you agree?"

Chu Jin could tell that Mo Zhixuan was indeed quite sentimental about his daughter and was surprised that he agreed so readily to this matter.

It wasn’t just about Mo Zhixuan, such a thing would be hard to accept in any ordinary family.

"Yes, I agree," Mo Zhixuan nodded without hesitation.

After all, Chu Jin was the mother of the child, and even if both children took her surname, he would be willing.

Besides, even if the child took Chu Jin’s surname, they would still be his child, the blood of the Mo family.

"Mo Zhixuan, thank you."

"By the way, should you discuss this with your mother as well?" Chu Jin gently raised her eyes to look at his profile.

"No need to discuss," Mo Zhixuan spoke in a low voice, "She isn’t someone who is unreasonable. I’ll just find a time to tell her tomorrow."

Mo Zhixuan knew his mother well; although Mrs. Mo was extremely attentive to issues concerning offspring, she was not irrational, so there was no need to worry that she would oppose this matter.

"Okay."

Meeting him was the greatest fortune of her life.

"Do you want to drink more water?" Mo Zhixuan asked.

"Whatever," Chu Jin replied hazily, succumbing to drowsiness.

Mo Zhixuan looked down at her, "Drink a little, it’s good for the baby if a pregnant woman drinks more water."

The night was dreamless.

The next day, before dawn, Mo Zhixuan climbed down through the window.

The security at the Chu family was tight, making it difficult to climb in successfully, but everyone had chosen to turn a blind eye.

Just after Chu Jin finished breakfast, Tong Zhi and Mo Qingyi came over.

With the wedding just one day away, they brought over a makeup team to do a trial session for Chu Jin. Both women held significant status, so they couldn’t take this wedding lightly.

Countless pairs of eyes were watching.

This time, they were holding a Western-style wedding.

A white wedding gown and a dazzling crown.

Chu Jin naturally had an excellent base, so the makeup artist dared not smear makeup haphazardly on her face, afraid of ruining her innate beauty. They simply applied a light layer of primer and traced a gently upwards curve of eyeliner above her exquisitely delicate peach blossom eyes. As the eyebrows were softly filled in, a face that could bring disaster to a country was revealed before everyone.

The makeup artist couldn’t help exclaiming, "Miss Chu, you are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen."

Chu Jin smiled politely, "Thank you."

"Jin Bro, Jin Bro, I never thought you’d look so good in a wedding dress," Mo Qingyi approached with a gaze full of astonishment and longing, pondering if she would be just as stunning in a wedding gown.

"Anything Jin wears looks good," Tong Zhi walked over and laughed.

The little girl, because she was to be the flower girl at the wedding, had also been given a simple makeup look by the makeup artist, and dressed in a white poofy dress, she looked like a little princess.

"Jin Bro, Granny, Auntie, do I look pretty?" The little girl twirled around on the spot.

Chu Jin and Mo Qingyi nodded quickly in agreement.

"You look very pretty, incredibly so," Tong Zhi wrapped her arms around the little girl’s shoulders and kissed her on the face, "Let Granny give you a kiss."

Tong Zhi was very fond of the little girl.

"Jin, do you really have two little treasures in your tummy?" the little Lolita stared at Chu Jin’s belly, her eyes full of curiosity.

This was her first time encountering a pregnant woman.

She didn’t quite understand how those little treasures got into Jin’s tummy.

"Of course it’s true," Chu Jin said with a smile brimming with warmth, "Pengpeng, you’re going to be a big sister soon." A gentle look appeared in her eyes.

"I don’t want to be a big sister," the little Lolita said with her arms crossed and a haughty expression, "I’m going to be Peng brother’s person!"

Tong Zhi and Mo Qingyi both laughed out loud.

Chu Jin smiled and nodded, "Alright, they will both call you Brother Peng from now on."

The little Lolita’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she touched Chu Jin’s lower abdomen, then she asked, "Jin, do you think they are little brothers or sisters? Oh right, what are their names?"

Chu Jin smiled and counter-asked, "What do you hope they are, little brothers or sisters?"

"Hmm," the little Lolita pondered seriously, supporting her chin with her hand, "I hope... um... I like both brothers and sisters."

After all, Jin was carrying twins, it might just be one little brother and one little sister.

"Jin, you’re carrying twins; maybe we can really look forward to it, and check in the hospital when the time is a bit further along," Mo Qingyi also said.

Chu Jin shook her head with a smile, "The chances of having fraternal twins is quite small, I don’t want to go to the hospital for a checkup. Whether it’s a boy or a girl, it’s my child, there’s no need for that."

"Jin’s right," Tong Zhi also said, "If we don’t check, the mystery will reveal itself naturally when it’s time."

Not checking retains a sense of mystery, which might be better.

Mo Qingyi went on to ask, "Jin, your wedding is tomorrow, are you nervous?"

"Not nervous," Chu Jin spoke in a calm tone.

"But I’m a bit nervous," Mo Qingyi promptly added.

At this, Tong Zhi couldn’t help but laugh. She poked Mo Qingyi’s head teasingly, "You silly girl, what are you nervous about with Jin’s wedding?"

"Who says a bridesmaid can’t be nervous?" Mo Qingyi retorted huffily.

At tomorrow’s wedding, she and Duanmu Zhe would be the bridesmaid and groomsman.

The customs in the Superpower World were different from the secular world where it was common to tease the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Given her confirmed relationship with Duanmu Zhe, even though they hadn’t yet held an engagement party, the news had already spread. Who knew what those people would come up with to tease them tomorrow.

So, Mo Qingyi was somewhat nervous.

"Don’t be nervous, Duanmu will be with you, won’t he?" Chu Jin teased with a smile.

At that, Mo Qingyi’s cheeks turned even redder.

Mo Qingyi was about to say something when her phone pinged. She opened it to see a message, and a smile of happiness and gentleness unwittingly appeared on her lips, filled with a strong hint of affection.

"It’s Duanmu, isn’t it?" Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Hmm," Mo Qingyi hummed softly.

"What’s he looking for you for?" Tong Zhi quietly munched on melon seeds on the side.

It was quite interesting to watch the young ones in love.

"Aunt Tong, why don’t you keep Jin company here? The dress for me to wear tomorrow has arrived; Duanmu Zhe asked me to come over and try it," Mo Qingyi stood up abruptly.

"Hey, wait a minute," Tong Zhi grabbed Mo Qingyi’s wrist with a smile in her eyes.

Mo Qingyi looked back puzzled, "What’s up, Aunt Tong?"

Tong Zhi wanted to playfully trouble Mo Qingyi and said, "Duanmu tells you to go, and off you go? Can’t you make him deliver the dress in person? Besides, hasn’t Jin prepared a bridesmaid dress for you?"

Mo Qingyi, a bit embarrassed, looked down, her cheeks tinged with a shy flush, "Ah... Aunt Tong..." Isn’t that just how it is between couples? Chu Jin did prepare outfits for them, but Duanmu Zhe insisted that he must personally choose his woman’s clothes.

It used to be alright before their relationship was confirmed, but now that it was, things naturally couldn’t be as casual.

Chu Jin smiled and stepped in to defuse the situation, "Aunt Tong, don’t give Qingyi a hard time. Look, her face is all red."

Tong Zhi sighed, "A daughter grown is a daughter gone, to stay or leave, both can be wrong; go on then."

No sooner had Tong Zhi released Mo Qingyi’s hand than Mo Qingyi took off like a shot, disappearing from sight in an instant.

**

On the other side of the Superpower World.

Song Shiqin sat in his office with a dark expression, his face nearly as black as charcoal.

Dai Yu stood in front of the desk, hardly daring to breathe a word.

"Is this how you handle things?" Song Shiqin carelessly smashed an antique vase right at Dai Yu’s feet.

Bits of the shattered vase scattered across the floor.

A storm brewed in an instant.

"Lord Ghost, have mercy." Dai Yu trembled and knelt on the shards, blood seeping from her knees and spreading across the floor, staining the white tiles a startling red, leaving a sight that was somewhat harrowing.

No one expected that Mo Zhixuan would seize the opportunity of the trial competition to legitimate the fact that Chu Jin was the reincarnation of an empress and, by the way, to reclaim the other two realms, becoming the Lord of the Three Realms.

Dai Yu originally only wanted to use this incident to get the people in the Superpower World to drive Chu Jin out.

Who would have known.

The development of events turned out to be the exact opposite.

Now, Chu Jin’s position in the Superpower World was unshakeable.

She had become the Ninth Madam in everyone’s heart.

"Get out, get the hell out!" Song Shiqin directly threw a book at Dai Yu’s head, raging.

Dai Yu knelt there resolutely, refusing to budge.

She couldn’t leave.

She couldn’t leave Song Shiqin.

Song Shiqin had saved her.

Dai Yu raised her eyes to Song Shiqin, pleading, "Lord Ghost, please give me one more chance, this time, I promise I won’t let you down again."

Song Shiqin coldly looked at her, his eyes half-closed, silent, his eyes filled with the signs of impending bloodshed.

It was the second time.

This was the second time he had helplessly watched Jun Feng’er drifting away from him.

The first time, he chose to bless and protect.

The second time, he couldn’t be so magnanimous.

Song Shiqin coldly looked at Dai Yu, dangerously saying, "Then I’ll give you one more chance, if you fail again, don’t come back to see me!"

"Thank you, Lord Ghost, thank you, Lord Ghost." Dai Yu knocked her head in excitement.

Her forehead struck the debris, the fresh blood instantly blurring her vision, very painful, but not as painful as her heart.

Dai Yu had just left when the phone rang.

Song Shiqin was in no mood to answer the phone now, but the phone kept ringing persistently, and Song Shiqin picked it up impatiently.

Not sure what the caller said, Song Shiqin’s face suddenly changed, and he violently slammed the handset to the ground.

His face darkened to the extreme.

He calmed himself down and then took out his mobile phone, dialing a string of numbers.

A moment later, the other side answered.

"Hello?" came a familiar, clear voice, carrying a sense of exhilaration. It was apparent that the owner of the voice was in good spirits.

Was it because of her pregnancy, or was it because of the impending wedding? A bitter taste flashed through the depths of Song Shiqin’s eyes.

"It’s me." After a long time, Song Shiqin slowly let out two words.

There seemed to be a pause on the other end and then came the response, "Is there something you need?"

Song Shiqin’s expression became a bit more despondent as he pleaded, "Feng’er, don’t marry Mo Zhixuan, can you call off tomorrow’s wedding, please?"

"I thought you called to give us your blessings," said Chu Jin in a calm and indifferent tone, betraying no emotion.

A woman’s voice seemed to carry over from the other side, "Jin, time to eat."

Chu Jin covered the mouthpiece with her hand and glanced back at Zhao Yan, "Alright, Mom, I’m coming." Although she covered it, her voice still reached Song Shiqin’s ears.

It was hazy and indistinct.

He could tell that her voice was very gentle when she communicated with her family, and even had a touch of a young girl’s delicate petulance.

But when talking to him, her tone was so cold and hard.

Even to the extent of saying such words.

Blessings?

How could he have called to give her his blessings?

Impossible.

It was impossible in this lifetime.

Song Shiqin tried his best to control the turmoil in his heart, "Feng’er, please, don’t be with Mo Zhixuan, alright?"

Chu Jin couldn’t be bothered to elaborate, "If there’s nothing else, please don’t call again in the future. I’m afraid Mo Zhixuan might misunderstand, goodbye."

"Wait," Song Shiqin cried out urgently, "Feng’er, don’t hang up, I know you’re pregnant, I know you’re definitely not marrying Mo Zhixuan of your own free will, right? Is Mo Zhixuan threatening you with the child, isn’t he?"

This was Song Shiqin’s only redemption.

As long as Chu Jin said Mo Zhixuan had threatened her, he would definitely believe it.

"No one threatened me; the child is the fruit of the love between him and me." Chu Jin felt that some things had to be addressed openly.

To prevent Song Shiqin from overthinking and becoming obsessed.

Neither Xuanyuan Shangchen nor Song Shiqin were bad by nature.

Chu Jin really hoped that Song Shiqin could truly move on.

"That’s not true! Someone did threaten you, it was Mo Zhixuan who threatened you," Song Shiqin’s voice was almost hoarse, "Feng’er, I don’t mind the child. As long as you’re willing to come back to me, I will take good care of the child and treat him as my own flesh and blood."

"If words don’t agree, then say no more. Song Shiqin, just take care of yourself." With that, Chu Jin directly hung up the phone.

Song Shiqin stared at the dark screen of his phone with a look of desolate sorrow in his eyes.

With a loud crash, he flipped his desk over.

In an instant, the office was shrouded in gloom.

Chu Family.

After hanging up the phone, Chu Jin went to the dining table to eat.

"Jin, who were you talking to just now? You look a bit off," Zhao Yan asked.

"Just an ordinary friend," Chu Jin said in an indifferent tone, changing the subject, "Mom, did you cook the dinner yourself tonight? It tastes wonderful."

On hearing this, Zhao Yan’s eyes lit up, "Yes, yes, Jin, if you like it, make sure to eat more." Then Zhao Yan picked up a chicken leg and put it in Chu Xiu’s bowl, smiling, "Xiu, this is your favorite crispy fried chicken leg, your auntie made it especially for you."

Zhao Yan also treated Chu Xiu as her own.

"Thank you, Auntie. You eat too," Chu Xiu also picked up a chicken leg and placed it in Zhao Yan’s bowl.

Zhao Yan had prepared a whole table full of dishes, all of which were Chu Jin and Chu Xiu’s favorites, and hardly any that she herself liked. Once one becomes a mother, even tastes change; whatever the children love becomes her own preference.

**

The next day was Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan’s wedding.

Early in the morning, Chu Jin woke up, and the makeup artist and the dressers were already there.

There were two wedding outfits in total.

A wedding dress and a toast dress.

The makeup and hairstyles were also different, but it wasn’t too hectic since they had done a trial run the day before to ease the nerves.

The bridesmaids were not only Mo Qingyi but also Gan Yuying.

The two bridesmaids had also arrived early and were chatting with Chu Jin.

"Jin, your skin is so nice, it reminds me of an idiom," Gan Yuying stared unabatedly at Chu Jin’s face as the makeup artist’s hands worked their magic, quickly drawing a slightly upturned eyeliner on Chu Jin’s eyes.

Making those already bewitching and sophisticated peach blossom eyes even more enchanting.

"What idiom?" Chu Jin asked with a smile.

"So delicate it could be broken with a puff, skin like creamy jade, devastatingly beautiful...," Gan Yuying rattled off several idioms in one go and continued, "With both you and Nine Ye’s staggering good looks, your future children will definitely charm countless young men and women just like you two!"

Chu Jin standing together with Mo Zhixuan was truly a sight to behold.

Genetics is a powerful thing; their children would surely be as excellent as them.

"Then I’ll take that as a good omen," Chu Jin said with a soft smile, gently rubbing her belly.

Gan Yuying glanced at Mo Qingyi and then leaned close to Chu Jin, whispering, "Jin, what’s Qingyi doing? She seems to be up to something." Gan Yuying wasn’t very familiar with Mo Qingyi since they had only just met a few days ago.

"She’s chatting with her boyfriend." Chu Jin answered quietly.

Without asking, it was clear that Mo Qingyi was talking to Duanmu Zhe; their current situation was so characteristic of the early stages of a relationship.

Sickeningly sweet, if they’re apart even for a moment, they’d be clutching their phones to chat with each other.

No matter the event, they would send each other a picture, breakfast, lunch, and dinner included, all had to be shared.

"What?" Gan Yuying said in surprise, "Qingyi’s in a relationship?"

"Yes," Chu Jin nodded.

"Alas," Gan Yuying sighed, "It’s a shame. I wanted to introduce her to my brother."

Gan Mingxie was still single, and Gan Yuying was quite worried about that.

"By the way," it seemed something dawned on Chu Jin as she continued, "Mo Qianjue will also be at the wedding today, so you can take the opportunity then."

Gan Yuying’s crush on Mo Qianjue was no secret.

On hearing this, Gan Yuying’s eyes shone brightly, "Really, Jin? Mo Qianjue is really going to come?"

Before Chu Jin could respond, a little girl emerged from the side, "Yes, my daddy will surely come. Miss, do you know my daddy?"

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