Rebirth of a Village Girl-Chapter 1063 - 274: Mo Baichuan’s Engagement (Twenty-Third Update)

Chapter 1063: 274: Mo Baichuan’s Engagement (Twenty-Third Update)

Hearing this, Little Ni Yun covered her mouth in fear, "No, I don’t want little bugs to grow on my teeth."

"Then will you still eat candy?" Ni Yang asked.

Little Ni Yun hesitated, then asked, "Did great-grandma also lose her teeth to bugs because she ate too much candy?"

"Yes," Ni Yang nodded seriously, "so Yunyun, from now on you can only have one candy a week; otherwise, bugs will eat your teeth."

"So, will you listen to your sister from now on?"

"I will," Little Ni Yun nodded.

Between candy and her teeth, Little Ni Yun wisely chose her teeth.

Just then, Grandpa Zheng walked in with a hoe, "Yangyang, I thought I heard Little Yunyun crying just now. Why was she crying?"

"You should ask her yourself," Ni Yang responded.

Little Ni Yun looked up at Grandpa Zheng, "Grandpa, I won’t eat candy anymore. Sister said that eating candy makes little bugs grow on teeth."

Grandpa Zheng, who doted on Little Ni Yun, chuckled, "Having one occasionally won’t harm you."

Little Ni Yun held up one little finger, "Sister said only one a week."

"Oh, our Little Yunyun is so pitiful!" Grandpa Zheng exclaimed.

Little Ni Yun, cunning as she was, immediately put on a sad expression following behind him.

Ni Yang looked at Grandpa Zheng, "Grandpa, you must not secretly give Yunyun candy!"

Grandpa Zheng nodded, "I won’t, I won’t!"

After breakfast, Ni Yang and Mo Qishen left for the Mo Family’s house.

Grandpa Zheng, not fond of going out, stayed home with Little Ni Yun, while Grandma Zheng and Grandma Shangguan had already gone in Shangguan Dehui’s car.

The engagement ceremony was held at the Mo Family’s villa.

By ten in the morning, many friends and relatives had already gathered at the Mo Family’s villa to offer their congratulations.

Indeed, there were also those who came to watch the spectacle.

Before this, Zhao Jingrong had been Mo Qishen’s fiancée.

Baichuan was a junior in the family, and now things were in disarray, weren’t they?

More importantly, Baichuan had previously been cheated on by Li Xianxian.

Everyone thought Zhao Jingrong must have been kicked in the head by a donkey to marry Baichuan.

Otherwise, with Zhao Jingrong’s status, she could have found someone better.

In fact, Zhao Jingrong’s parents and brothers initially did not approve of her being with Baichuan.

But after finding out that Baichuan was Mr. Mog, they had no more objections!

That was the famous Mr. Mog!

Marrying him was like a blessing cultivated over three lifetimes.

Now let them laugh; once they find out Baichuan is Mr. Mog, they’ll be the ones surprised!

By then, Zhao Jingrong would be the object of the whole city’s envy!

Zhao Jingrong, dressed in a red gown, and Mo Qishen stood at the entrance to greet the guests.

Mo Qishen gently held onto Ni Yang as they walked over.

"Uncle Liu, Miss Ni," Zhao Jingrong was in a great mood today, all smiles.

After all, the man standing next to her was a well-known figure.

Soon, she would be his fiancée, his companion.

Baichuan watched the two approaching.

He felt it was utterly blinding.

This worthless Uncle Liu was definitely not worthy of Ni Yang.

Ni Yang would never fall for such a man.

Ni Yang must be truly heartbroken today, especially since he was getting engaged to Zhao Jingrong.

But heartbreak was useless now; he had given Ni Yang a chance, and it was she who did not seize it properly.

She couldn’t blame anyone else!

Baichuan squinted his eyes, subtly observing every minute expression on Ni Yang’s face.

Ni Yang, as usual today, wore a cheongsam and a coat.

The plain cheongsam paired with a deep blue coat emanated an indescribable vigor.

Ni Yang handed a prepared red envelope to Zhao Jingrong, "I wish you love that endures through the years, may you know each other as intimately as ever, and may you bathe in the river of love for the rest of your lives."

"Thank you." Zhao Jingrong accepted the red envelope, then responded, "I also wish that you and Uncle Liu soon achieve harmony and enter the palace of marriage."

Ni Yang smiled and thanked her, then she and Mo Qishen walked inside.

Baichuan slightly frowned.

He felt something was off.

From the beginning to the end, Ni Yang’s face showed not a hint of sadness.

Seeing the person she loved get engaged to another woman, could she really feel nothing?

Or was she suppressing her own feelings?

Actually, deep inside, she had already fallen apart.

After all, Ni Yang was the best at acting!

Yes!

That must be it.

In the hall, Mo Baichuan’s parents were hosting important guests.

Mrs. Mo was chatting with Mrs. Shangguan and Mrs. Zheng.

Shangguan Dehui was strolling in the Mo Family’s garden with Ni Cuihua.

Apart from the relatives of the Mo Family, the relatives from Zhao Jingrong’s family were also in the hall.

Today, Mo Baichuan and Zhao Jingrong were the protagonists, so Mo Qishen didn’t need to entertain guests, so he took Ni Yang upstairs to play games, planning to come down for dinner when it was time.

As Mo Baichuan made several rounds in the hall and failed to see Ni Yang, he became more convinced that Ni Yang must be feeling terrible inside!

Without even thinking, he knew Ni Yang must have secretly hidden in a corner to cry.

She brought this on herself!

She didn’t deserve any sympathy!

Mo Baichuan indifferently withdrew his gaze and, urged by Zhao Jingrong, went with her to attend to Zhao Family’s relatives.

The engagement party was very smooth.

Ni Yang and Mo Qishen didn’t come downstairs until it was time to eat.

The Mo family was thriving, and during the meal, Song Beicheng brought a group of younger family members to toast.

Ni Yang actually had a good tolerance for alcohol, but Mo Qishen wouldn’t let her drink, blocking all the shots taken by the juniors; his originally pale face warmed with hints of ruddy color.

His whole demeanor took on a more lively charm.

Ni Yang quietly tugged at Mo Qishen’s hand, "Brother Mo, you’ve had too much."

"I know my limits; I won’t overdo it," Mo Qishen whispered close to her ear.

"Actually, I can hold my liquor pretty well too," Ni Yang said.

Hearing this, Mo Qishen’s expression darkened slightly, "Nonsense! Why should a girl be drinking at all?"

"What about you then? My tolerance should be better than yours. In my previous life, I once drank over a liter of vodka and didn’t even feel dizzy."

Mo Qishen’s eyes deepened, the scent of alcohol warm as it evenly floated to Ni Yang’s ear, "Do I look like I can’t handle it, hmm?"

Ni Yang: "..." She suspected that Mo Qishen was flirting, but she had no proof.

Their interaction was all caught by Mo Baichuan across the room.

Upon seeing this scene, Mo Baichuan’s face turned sour.

What was Ni Yang doing?

Was she doing this on purpose for him to see?

Did she think he liked her that much?

Then she was really overestimating herself!

Mo Baichuan’s face subtly changed, and he reached out to put an arm around Zhao Jingrong’s waist, "Come, let’s go and give Uncle Six and Auntie Six a toast."

"Okay," Zhao Jingrong nodded.

The two walked over to Mo Qishen and Ni Yang. Mo Baichuan raised his glass, "Uncle Six, Auntie Six, Jingrong and I would like to toast to you."

"Your Auntie Six doesn’t drink much; I’ll have her drink," he said and then downed the drink in his glass.

His gesture of blocking the drink for Ni Yang was inexplicably charming.

Zhao Jingrong was a bit fascinated.

She had been with Mo Baichuan for so long, and he had never done something so considerate, let alone block a drink for her.

Moreover, regardless of Mo Qishen looking better than Mo Baichuan, he had a royal aura that Mo Baichuan did not possess.

Too bad, appearance and aura can’t be eaten.

Even if Mo Qishen looked good, he was nothing but a wastrel at heart.

Thinking this, Zhao Jingrong felt somewhat better.

She was marrying Mr. Mog; how could this wastrel, Mo Qishen, compare?

After the toast, Mo Qishen put the glass back on the table.

"Have some tea quickly," Ni Yang gave Mo Qishen a strong cup of tea, "It’s to help with the alcohol."

Throughout it all, Ni Yang had not spared Mo Baichuan a single glance.

Mo Baichuan squinted his eyes and walked away with Zhao Jingrong.

Just then, an elderly couple with gray hair walked over, holding on to each other. The elderly couple were shaky on their feet and almost fell as they approached, but fortunately, Ni Yang quickly stood up and steadied them, "Be careful, elderly."

"Thank you," the elderly man looked up and saw Mo Qishen, excitedly exclaimed, "Uncle Six! Uncle Six, do you still remember me? I’m Sanwazi!"

Uncle Six?

Who is this elderly man calling?

Both of these elderly people seemed to be in their seventies or eighties, didn’t that make their Uncle Six over a hundred years old?

But she hadn’t seen any centenarians at the event today.

For a moment, Ni Yang was confused.