Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 1220: 302: Sudden Incident!

Mo Qishen stood by the side, looking at Ni Yang’s profile, his heart softening into a mass.

In the future, his and Ni Yang’s daughter would certainly be cuter than this little one.

With this thought, the corners of his lips unconsciously curved into a smile.

From Zhao Jingrong’s perspective, she could just see the warmth in his eyes.

The usually stoic man, when he smiled, wrapped the clean sharpness in his charismatic aloofness, pure and peerless.

Zhao Jingrong’s heart stirred.

Suddenly, she remembered that this man was once her fiancé not long ago.

Mo Qishen was blessed with extremely good looks, far more handsome than Baichuan, a pity, aside from his looks, he was completely useless.

She didn’t regret marrying Baichuan.

Zhao Jingrong shifted her gaze away and clenched her fists; she must bear a son to continue Baichuan’s lineage.

Definitely.

Ni Yang looked at Zhao Jingrong and then said, "Have you named her yet?"

"Yes," Zhao Jingrong nodded, "Her name is Mo Bingbing."

"Bingbing?" Ni Yang said, "Is it Bing from ’pure as ice and jade’?"

"Yes."

"It’s a beautiful name." Ni Yang continued to play with the baby, "Hello Bingbing, I am your grand-aunt, come on, call me grand-aunt to let me hear it..."

Mo Qishen smiled and put his arm around Ni Yang’s shoulders, "Young grand-aunt, your grand-niece here is still little, she can’t understand what you are saying."

Ni Yang said, "Who says Bingbing can’t understand? What if she does?"

When Baichuan came in carrying the insulated box, the scene he saw was just like this.

Looking at Ni Yang, she seemed really happy.

Was she pretending to be happy?

Her target was clearly himself, yet now she wasn’t angry or showing any signs of jealousy at all.

Ni Yang always emphasized how much she didn’t like him, but if her target isn’t him, why hasn’t she registered their marriage with Mo Qishen until now?

Because she doesn’t dare marry Mo Qishen.

She is waiting for a moment.

Waiting for a chance to intervene.

The moment that chance arrives, she will immediately interfere with his and Zhao Jingrong’s marriage.

In truth, Ni Yang is merely using Mo Qishen.

Even though Mo Qishen is his younger uncle.

But Baichuan still wants to say, he’s being too naive.

To be deceived by a woman to such an extent.

After standing outside for a moment, Baichuan pushed the door and entered.

Seeing Baichuan, Zhao Jingrong quickly got up from the hospital bed, "Baichuan, you are here."

"Yeah." Baichuan nodded, "Grandma made you chicken soup."

As he spoke, Baichuan continued, "Uncle Six, Aunt Six, you are here too."

"Congratulations Baichuan, welcome to fatherhood!" Mo Qishen patted Baichuan’s shoulder.

Baichuan smiled and said, "I’m still younger than you by a year, and already a father, when will you and Aunt Six register your marriage?"

"Don’t worry, soon," Ni Yang replied with a smile.

Mo Qishen looked back surprisingly.

The surprise came too quickly, and he was somewhat unable to react.

Baichuan thinks that Ni Yang is just putting on an act, would she dare to marry Mo Qishen?

Stubborn to the end!

Baichuan continued, "Then I’m looking forward to Aunt Six giving me a little brother soon."

Ni Yang replied, "Your Uncle Six likes girls, so we’ll probably be giving you a little sister."

"Your Aunt Six is right," Mo Qishen stretched his hand to wrap around Ni Yang’s shoulder.

Baichuan looked at Mo Qishen’s hand, his eyes darkening.

Ni Yang really has the gall.

To attract my attention, Ni Yang is willing to risk everything!

Ni Yang then took out a present she had prepared earlier and placed it on the cabinet next to the little one, "Bingbing, this is a little token from your Grand-Uncle and me, we hope you grow up healthy."

"Aunt Six, you are too polite," Zhao Jingrong said.

Ni Yang is merely a sole proprietor, Mo Qishen is useless, relying on stretching their hands to the old couple at home for living expenses, what good things could they bring?

However, no matter what, they are elders, so Zhao Jingrong couldn’t show the disdain she felt.

"It’s only right." Ni Yang smiled faintly, "Brother Mo, shall we head back first and not disturb Jingrong and the others’ rest?"

"Hmm." Mo Qishen nodded.

Baichuan escorted the two downstairs, "Uncle Six, Aunt Six, take care on the road."

Mo Qishen nodded slightly, waving his hand, "Alright, you go back first."

Baichuan bent slightly, turning to walk back into the hospital building.

Just as he was about to enter the door, he suddenly turned back, looking at Mo Qishen and Ni Yang’s figures retreating.

Ni Yang, standing at 173 cm, was quite tall among women, but next to Mo Qishen, she still looked short. Mo Qishen at 193 cm towered over her 173 cm, the two differing by 20 cm.