Rebirth of a Village Girl

Seeing that Ni Yang didn’t show any signs of disgust, Mo Qishen, gathering up his courage, ruffled her hair again.

Soft and fluffy, like a little kitten.

Finally able to touch his wife’s head, Mo Qishen narrowed his satisfied eyes.

Arriving at the fork in the road, Mo Qishen stopped, “Yangyang, I’ll leave you here. Go back quickly, it’s too dark, and it’s dangerous for a girl like you.”

Ni Yang nodded, “Then Brother Mo, I’ll go back first.”

Mo Qishen waved at her, “Go ahead.”

Watching Ni Yang’s retreating figure, Mo Qishen took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it slowly. The little girl is really capable, she’d been driving him crazy all over.

A day without seeing her feels like madness.

Nowadays, every passing minute without her feels the same way to him.

After finishing a cigarette, Mo Qishen pushed his bicycle forward.

“Uncle Mo.” A string of footsteps came from behind, Zheng Xianjing caught up with him quickly, “Uncle Mo, it’s such a coincidence to meet you here this late.”

In the dim night, his handsome features were enveloped in a layer of gentle mist, making him appear mysterious and distinguished, which nearly made Zheng Xianjing infatuated. Nowadays, men with good looks and status were becoming increasingly rare.

She had to hold on to him tightly.

Mo Qishen couldn’t be bothered with her, not even giving a sideways glance to Zheng Xianjing.

But Zheng Xianjing wasn’t discouraged. She cooed, “Uncle Mo, it’s so dark now, it’s not safe for me to be alone on the road. Could you give me a ride home?”

Surely, at this late hour, Mo Qishen wouldn’t have the heart to let her walk home alone.

Soon, he would be riding his bike with her.

The scenario would definitely be as romantic as watching a movie.

Just thinking about it, Zheng Xianjing felt extremely flattered.

This is the famous Mr. Mog!

Thankfully she had good vision!

She hadn’t overlooked him like Zhao Jingrong.

“No.” Mo Qishen flatly refused, his tone slightly cold.

“Uncle Mo…” Zheng Xianjing tugged at Mo Qishen’s sleeve, starting to flirt.

It’s said that it’s harder for a man to win a woman’s heart than for a woman to win a man’s. She firmly believed she would move Mo Qishen’s heart.

“Let go of me!” Mo Qishen swatted Zheng Xianjing’s hand away, looking back at her, “As a girl, don’t you have any sense of shame? Making a scene in public, tugging and pulling at a man, what does that make you look like?”

Perhaps Mr. Mo had forgotten the actions of a certain young girl this morning. They were even more intimate than Zheng Xianjing’s…

“I…” Zheng Xianjing felt wronged, and her eyes began to tear up.

She had always been treated like a princess. When was she ever scolded so bluntly?

Moreover, the person who scolded her was the one she liked!

One can only imagine how Zheng Xianjing felt at that moment.

Could it be, in Mo Qishen’s eyes, she was shameless?

No, she couldn’t let these few words make her give up on Mo Qishen.

Feelings between men and women need time to develop.

Tang Monk’s journey to fetch the scriptures had to go through eighty-one trials.

What was this little setback compared to that?

“Uncle Mo.” Zheng Xianjing quickened her pace to catch up, “Uncle Mo, I love you! I don’t care that you have nothing right now, and I don’t care about your middle-school education. I love you for who you are! No matter what happens in the future, I will always love you.”

She was different from Zhao Jingrong.

Zhao Jingrong despised Mo Qishen for being an unsuccessful loser, but she accepted him.

She believed she could move Mo Qishen with her sincerity and love.

After all, girls who don’t care about money were rare these days.

At that, Mo Qishen turned to look at Zheng Xianjing, slowly spoke, “But I despise you…” Here, he looked Zheng Xianjing up and down, enunciating each word, “For being too ugly!”

Too ugly!

He actually said she was ugly!

All her life, Zheng Xianjing’s greatest pride was her face.

She had a classic oval face, almond eyes, cherry lips. Wherever she went, everyone complimented her beauty! And her place as the school beauty had never been contested.

The queue of boys chasing her could stretch down a street!

After he finished speaking, Mo Qishen hopped on his bike and left without looking back. He moved quickly, and it wasn’t long before his figure was out of sight.

Zheng Xianjing stood behind, her eyes crimson with fury, she couldn’t hold back her tears and started crying out loud.

All of this was that bitch Ni Yang’s fault!