Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 475: 132: The wedding was held as scheduled_2

Mo Baichuan had come over this time to confront Ni Yang.

He was worried that Ni Yang would disrupt his wedding to Li Xianxian.

Li Xianxian was already pregnant, and Mo Baichuan did not want her to suffer any further grievances.

Even at this point, Mo Baichuan was still so narcissistic…

Hadn’t she made herself clear last time?

Ni Yang was somewhat speechless.

At the same time, Ni Yang felt relieved that she had entrusted this matter to Zheng Xianjing. If she had personally dealt with Li Xianxian, who knew how Mo Baichuan would have misunderstood the situation!

“Nephew, I suggest you spend less time admiring yourself in the mirror.”

Ni Yang spoke softly, without a trace of sorrow in her eyes or expression.

Mo Baichuan furrowed his brows slightly. If Ni Yang was pretending, then her acting skills were quite powerful indeed.

Had he been wrong from the start?

Or was she pretending now?

Just then, the sound of footsteps were heard again from outside the yard.

Ni Yang looked up and saw a pair of radiant eyes. She stood up to greet him, “Big brother Mo.”

“Yangyang.” Mo Qishen reached out to take Ni Yang’s hand, furrowing his brows slightly. “Why are you dressed so lightly?”

As he spoke, he naturally removed his white shirt and draped it over Ni Yang.

The pure white men’s shirt was just long enough to cover Ni Yang’s shorts, creating an immediate impression of a child wearing an adult’s clothing.

Mo Qishen bent down to fasten the shirt buttons one by one.

Ni Yang’s outfit was quite common in modern times, and even in the eighties, it wouldn’t have been considered unusual.

She hadn’t expected Mo Qishen to be so conservative…

“Big brother Mo, are you done?” Ni Yang asked, looking down slightly.

“Just one more button.” Mo Qishen answered without looking up.

The scene was somewhat glaring.

Mo Baichuan furrowed his brows, stepped forward and said, “Uncle Six.”

Mo Qishen nodded slightly. His expression didn’t reveal any emotion, “Why are you here?”

“I’m here to deliver the wedding invitation to my future Aunt Six,” Mo Baichuan replied.

“Have you delivered it?”

“I have.”

Mo Qishen glanced at Mo Baichuan, his thin lips slightly parted, “Since you have already delivered it, why don’t you leave? Are you planning on spending the New Year at your Aunt Six’s house?”

Just the thought that Mo Baichuan had seen his wife’s long legs and slender waist irritated Mo Qishen. His wife was his, and only he had the right to look!

Mo Baichuan’s face flashed with a hint of embarrassment before saying, “Uncle Six, then I’ll be on my way.”

“Go ahead.” Mo Qishen said, “Your Aunt Six and I are busy.”

Mo Baichuan glanced at Ni Yang before turning around to leave, his face clouded with embarrassment.

Ni Yang didn’t pay any more attention to Mo Baichuan. Holding Mo Qishen’s hand, they headed inside, “Big brother Mo, let’s go inside. It’s hot out here.”

Since entering the room, Mo Qishen’s face was rigid, his lips nearly a thin line, and he remained silent.

“Big brother Mo, what’s wrong?” Ni Yang brought him a bowl of red bean taro balls, “Try the taro balls I made. Are they good?”

Mo Qishen didn’t say a word.

“Big brother Mo?” Ni Yang waved her hand in front of his eyes.

“If you don’t say anything, I’ll go wash my hair.” Saying that, Ni Yang turned around to walk outside.

Just then, her wrist was grabbed. A sudden force yanked her back, and in a dizzying whirl, she was pulled onto Mo Qishen’s lap.

Mo Qishen held her waist tightly with both hands, buried his chin in the hollow of her neck, and mumbled, “Yangyang, I’m angry.”

“Huh?” Ni Yang was taken aback.

“Cajole me now.” Mo Qishen whined like a five-year-old child.

Ni Yang chuckled, looking at Mo Qishen while cupping his face, “Aren’t you being childish?”

“I’m really angry!”

Ni Yang smiled and said, “Then, I’ll make you a delicious dinner tonight. Will you stop being angry then?”

“No.”

“Then, I’ll say sorry. I’m sorry, it was my bad.”

“No.” Mo Qishen shook his head, “I’m still very angry!”

Mo Qishen looked discontentedly at Ni Yang, “Yangyang, I’m still very angry!”

Ni Yang’s face turned stern, “Mo Qishen, enough is enough!”

Mo Qishen still wanted Ni Yang to kiss him again, “I’m really very angry!”

Ni Yang didn’t indulge him anymore and turned to walk out of the room.

Mo Qishen, like a lord, sat on the chair, expecting Ni Yang to come to placate him.

A minute, two minutes, then soon three minutes passed by.