Rebirth of a Village Girl-Chapter 1064 - 275: The Uncomfortable Mo Baichuan ()

At that moment, Mo Qishen nodded calmly, "I remember."

Ni Yang: "!!!"

Mo Qishen was their Uncle Six?

Had she heard wrong?

Ni Yang looked at Mo Qishen with a face full of surprise.

Mo Qishen smiled and said, "Yangyang, this is my nephew Liu Daqiang. You can call him Daqiang or Third Kiddo, it’s all fine. Third Kiddo, this is your Auntie Six."

The old master said very respectfully, "Hello, Auntie Six."

Ni Yang swallowed, and that term ’Third Kiddo’ ultimately didn’t leave her lips, "Hello."

The old master nudged the old lady next to him with his elbow.

After a moment, the old lady reacted, bowed, and followed suit, "Hello Uncle Six, Auntie Six."

"Hello, you too."

Ni Yang had long known that Mo Qishen’s generational ranking in the Mo Family was not low, but she didn’t know that his ranking was so high.

And moreover, when the two elders looked at Mo Qishen, there wasn’t a trace of disdain in their eyes, but all the respect that a junior should have.

A prominent family really was a prominent family. That kind of adherence to tradition that came from the bones was something ordinary people simply couldn’t imitate.

Just then, the old master called over a middle-aged couple and proceeded, "Uncle Six, Auntie Six, this is the Jianhua couple. Jianhua, Yingzi, these are your Grandpa Six and Grandma Six."

The middle-aged couple immediately greeted them, "Hello, Grandpa Six and Grandma Six."

Ni Yang raised an awkward but polite smile, "Hello to you too."

Mo Qishen casually took out two red envelopes from his pocket and handed them to them.

After the family of four left, Ni Yang looked at Mo Qishen and said, "I didn’t expect your family ranking to be so high!"

Mo Qishen, with an air of someone used to the world, said, "What’s so surprising about that? Some people even call me ’Great Grandpa’! It’s just that they’re not here today."

Mo Baichuan’s generational ranking in the Mo Family was already high, and since Mo Qishen was the youngest, his ranking was naturally even higher.

Ni Yang said, "Does that mean I’m supposed to be a ’Great Grandma’ now?"

Mo Qishen continued, "What does it matter if our generational ranking is high? Wait until our daughter is born in the future, and they’ll all have to call her ’Granny’."

Because Little Ni Yun was just too cute, Mo Qishen particularly wanted a daughter.

A daughter born to him and Ni Yang would definitely be very cute and very pretty!

"Cut it out!" Ni Yang poked Mo Qishen’s arm, "Dream on."

Mo Qishen, slightly tipsy, wrapped an arm around Ni Yang’s shoulder, "Yangyang, let’s have a few more daughters in the future..."

"Right now there’s a family planning policy, each family can only have one child," Ni Yang reminded him.

"Then shall we immigrate to another country?" Mo Qishen suggested.

"No!" Ni Yang said, "Born a Chinese, die with the soul of a Chinese, I am firmly against changing nationality."

Ni Yang aspired to earn a hefty sum from foreigners for the Chinese skincare industry, and to stand up for it. How could she possibly consider immigration?

She was Chinese, why would she contribute to another country?

That was just impossible!

"All right then, if you don’t move, I won’t move. In the future, you’ll call the shots in our family..." Actually, Mo Qishen had no intention of immigrating either; he just said it on a whim.

"Big brother Mo, you’ve had too much to drink; I’ll help you upstairs to rest."

"I haven’t had that much."

"Let’s go," Ni Yang greeted the others at the dining table and then supported Mo Qishen as they headed upstairs.

"Do you need any help, little auntie?" Song Beicheng came over to ask.

With one hand around Mo Qishen’s waist and the other gripping his hand, Ni Yang said, "Thanks, but there’s no need. I can manage on my own."

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Song Beicheng expressed his doubts.

Mo Qishen was nearly one hundred ninety centimeters tall; though not fat, he was still a big man. Mo Qishen was honestly worried that Ni Yang wouldn’t be able to carry him.

Ni Yang laughed and said, "Piece of cake."

"Are you sure you don’t need help?"

"Dear nephew!" Ni Yang looked up at Song Beicheng, "I am sure and certain that I don’t need your help. Go play over there."

Go play over there?

Did Ni Yang just treat him like a three-year-old child?

Song Beicheng scratched his head.

During their conversation, Ni Yang had led Mo Qishen to the stairwell of the second floor.

This convinced Song Beicheng - it seemed Ni Yang truly was capable!

As Song Beicheng watched the backs of Ni Yang and Mo Qishen, another person was also watching.

This person was Mo Baichuan.

Mo Baichuan narrowed his eyes, and the expression at the bottom of his eyes didn’t look good.

He could no longer distinguish when Ni Yang was pretending and when she was not.

Could it be that Ni Yang watched him and Zhao Jingrong’s engagement without feeling a thing?

Could it be that she had to wait until he and Zhao Jingrong got married before she came to steal the bride?

Mo Baichuan exhaled softly.

Ni Yang took Mo Qishen straight to the third-floor room and then made him a cup of honey water.

"Honey water, it sobers you up."

Mo Qishen obediently took the cup and drained the honey water in one gulp.

"Do you want more?" Ni Yang asked.

"No, thanks."

Just then, Mo Qishen suddenly reached out, hugged Ni Yang, and pressed her onto the sofa.

Feeling his unusual behavior, Ni Yang pushed him, "Brother Mo, you’re drunk."

"Don’t move, let me hold you for a while," Mo Qishen’s tone was deep.

After quite some time, Mo Qishen finally let her go, stood up, and walked to the side. freeweɓnovel.cøm

"Brother Mo, where are you going?"

"I’m going to the restroom," Mo Qishen answered.

"Do you need help?" Ni Yang asked absentmindedly.

Upon hearing this, Mo Qishen’s steps halted, and he turned to look at Ni Yang. The depth of his eyes seemed like a concentrated ink that had not spread, his tone was low, "Are you sure?"

Only then did Ni Yang realize what she had said, and her ears blushed furiously, abandoning the cup, and she walked downstairs, "I’ll go check downstairs."

Mo Qishen let out a light chuckle, pulled open the bathroom door, and soon there was the sound of splashing water from inside.

Downstairs the guests were still in abundance.

"Aunt, why did you come down alone? Where is my uncle?" Song Beicheng saw Ni Yang coming down from upstairs and asked with concern.

"He drank too much and is lying in bed now," Ni Yang said.

Song Beicheng nodded, "I see."

Actually, since a moment ago, Song Beicheng had found it quite strange. Mo Qishen used to have a very good alcohol tolerance, so how did he get drunk after just a few drinks today?

"Aunt, when do you plan to get the formalities done with my uncle?" Song Beicheng inquired.

"What formalities?" Ni Yang hadn’t quite caught on.

Just then, Mo Baichuan, who happened to be holding a wine glass, overheard the conversation.

Hearing Ni Yang’s tone, it seemed that she had no intention of being together with Mo Qishen.

He knew it; the reason Ni Yang was with Mo Qishen was all because of him.

In this way, on the day of his and Zhao Jingrong’s wedding, Ni Yang was sure to show her true colors.

With this thought, Mo Baichuan’s originally gloomy heart suddenly brightened.

"The formalities with my uncle, of course!" Song Beicheng continued, "When are you planning to have the wedding?"

Ni Yang smiled, "Oh, that. There’s no rush. Let’s talk about it after I graduate."

Ni Yang was only nineteen this year, she didn’t want to step into the institution of marriage so early.

Might as well wait.

After all, men don’t have to give birth, so it doesn’t matter if they marry late.

Song Beicheng said, "But my uncle is already twenty-nine this year! By the time you graduate, he’ll be old."

Ni Yang raised an eyebrow slightly, "Nephew, as I recall, you’re about the same age as your uncle, right? Do you have a girlfriend? When are you getting married? If you don’t, I have a few pretty girls around me, shall I introduce you to one?"

Hearing this, Song Beicheng felt a headache coming on! He hated being rushed into marriage the most and quickly replied, "Aunt, I have other things to deal with! I’ll check over there!"

Ni Yang chuckled.

This engagement conveniently set the wedding date for Mo Baichuan and Zhao Jingrong, which was on the 18th of June on the lunar calendar, more than four months away.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, another half month had gone by.

During this time, Zuo Ling had a hard time. In just two months, he looked like he had aged ten years. He regretted it; he didn’t want to live with Chen Laibao, who was no better than Zhu Bajie, for another day!

"Mom, I want to divorce Chen Laibao!"

"What did you say?" Zuo’s mother was startled.

"I want to divorce Chen Laibao!" Zuo Ling repeated.

Zuo’s mother hurriedly covered Zuo Ling’s mouth, "Lingling, you can’t talk nonsense like that!"

Zuo Ling’s current job was given to him by Chen Laibao’s father. If he divorced, where would Zuo Ling work?

"Mom, I’ve had enough!"

Zuo’s mother said, "Actually, Laibao is not bad except for having a bit of a temper. She comes from a good family. After her parents pass away, all their property will be yours!"