Rebirth of a Village Girl-Chapter 1056 - 267: Grasshoppers after autumn are not to be feared ( update)

Chapter 1056: 267: Grasshoppers after autumn are not to be feared (Chapter 16 update)

Mo Qishen looked at Ni Yang and said seriously, "I won’t! No matter when, I will never change my heart, unless you reject me first."

"Really?" Ni Yang slightly raised her eyebrows.

"Absolutely sincere, heaven and earth can witness!"

Ni Yang then said, "I’m thirsty now, can you go downstairs and bring up my teacup?"

"Right away." Mo Qishen immediately rose from the sofa and headed downstairs.

Ni Yang had originally planned to return home in the afternoon, but after spending time with Mo Qishen, it suddenly became evening, so she ended up staying at the Mo Family for dinner.

Zhao Jingrong didn’t go back either.

Although Old Madam Mo and Old Master Mo did not like Zhao Jingrong, she was now Mo Baichuan’s girlfriend, and since Mo Baichuan insisted on being with her, the elderly couple found it inappropriate to say anything.

At the dinner table, Mo Baichuan brought up his engagement with Zhao Jingrong once again.

Upon hearing this, Old Master Mo looked up at Mo Baichuan, "As long as you have thought it through, what about your parents, have you talked to them?"

He didn’t want to persuade anymore at this point.

Because no amount of persuasion would be useful.

Children and grandchildren have their own fortune; as long as his son and daughter-in-law were fine, he, as a grandfather, was fine too.

Mo Baichuan nodded, "Don’t worry, I have communicated everything with them."

Old Master Mo said, "As long as you have talked it through with them, just proceed with the arrangements when the time comes."

Mo Baichuan was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Old Master Mo to be so easy to talk to.

He thought Old Master Mo would object.

Zhao Jingrong sat shyly on the side, her heart sweet as if filled with honey.

This was perfect!

Finally, they had reached this day!

Soon, she would be the envied Mrs. Mog.

After the meal, Mo Qishen prepared to take Ni Yang home.

Just as the two of them were about to leave, Ni Yang suddenly remembered she had left something upstairs; thus, Mo Qishen went up to retrieve it while she went to the restroom.

Coming out of the restroom, she was blocked by a tall figure.

Ni Yang frowned slightly, looked up, and saw that it was Mo Baichuan.

Seeing Mo Baichuan, Ni Yang felt overwhelmed.

She didn’t know why, although she hadn’t done anything, Mo Baichuan always thought she liked him...

Self-confident without any reason!

Mo Baichuan looked at Ni Yang and said, word by word, "Ni Yang, I’m giving you one last chance. I’m about to get engaged to Jingrong. By then, even if you regret it, it’ll be too late!"

He was giving himself a chance, and also giving Ni Yang a chance.

He didn’t want Ni Yang to have regrets.

More importantly, he didn’t want to have regrets himself.

Ni Yang was astute; knowing that she was playing hard to get, yet he still fell for her irresistibly.

Although Mo Baichuan didn’t want to admit it, Ni Yang had indeed achieved her goal.

"Mo Baichuan, let me emphasize seriously one more time, I have no interest in you, not even a cent’s worth. I only like your Uncle Mo Qishen! Only him!" saying this, Ni Yang pointed to her head, "If there’s something wrong here, you should hurry to the hospital for a check-up. Don’t fantasize all day; it’s easy to develop a mental illness that way."

Mo Baichuan’s expression turned cold, "Ni Yang, stop pretending!"

Is there any point in keeping up this act?

Aren’t you tired?

Resisting the urge to curse, Ni Yang pushed Mo Baichuan away, her brow furrowed, "Mo Baichuan, I’m now your Uncle’s girlfriend, and I will be your future Aunt. Please show some respect in front of your elders!"

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Mo Baichuan was a martial artist, and not many people could push him; yet Ni Yang had done it, seemingly without much effort.

Mo Baichuan watched Ni Yang’s retreating figure, licked his molars, his eyes filled with dangerous intent.

If that was the case, he could only let Ni Yang regret it herself!

He would definitely give Zhao Jingrong an enviable, grand wedding!

Ni Yang arrived at the door just as Mo Qishen came down from upstairs, "Yangyang, your bag."

Ni Yang took the bag and got into the car with Mo Qishen, "Big Brother Mo, I think your nephew has a problem."

Ni Yang had wanted to discuss this matter with Mo Qishen.

After all, couples should be open and honest with each other, without any secrets.

However, she was worried that if she spoke out, it might impact the relationship between Mo Qishen and Mo Baichuan.

They say that beauty is a source of trouble, and she couldn’t bear being a sinner.

After careful consideration, Ni Yang decided not to mention it; as long as she kept her distance from Mo Baichuan, that would be enough.

Mo Qishen dropped Ni Yang off at Jinghua Village. "Yangyang, it’s too late now, so I won’t go in. Tomorrow morning at half-past ten, I’ll come to pick you up."

"Pick me up to go where?" Ni Yang asked, somewhat curious.

"The day after tomorrow is New Year’s. Let’s go to Brother Du’s place tomorrow and have a look," Mo Qishen replied.

Ni Yang curiously said, "Isn’t he going back to Shanghai for the New Year?"

"He’s not going back." Mo Qishen said.

"Alright," Ni Yang nodded slightly, "I got it."

Today was the twenty-ninth of the twelfth lunar month, and the Ni Family was bustling with activity. Almost everyone had gathered, gathered around the stove to fry New Year’s treats.

Stuff like meatballs, radish balls, lotus root balls... and they had to steam the steamed buns...

This was the first time Shangguan Xi had tried making these things by hand. She was making them while simultaneously chatting with Ni Yang, and soon she had prepared a series of round, plump balls.

Even Shangguan Xu was sitting with his sisters, kneading dough.

Old Lady Shangguan and Old Lady Zheng were in charge of the stove—one tending the fire and the other frying the balls.

Ni Cuihua and Shangguan Dehui had gone to rinse rice and wash vegetables.

Close to the New Year holiday, not only had the factory workers taken time off, but the Ni Family’s nanny had also gone home for the holidays.

Old Master Zheng was outside in the yard making a snowman with Little Ni Yun.

Old Master Zheng was usually quite serious, but he would instantly crack whenever he encountered Little Ni Yun.

When Mo Qishen arrived it was exactly half-past ten, and upon seeing such a warm scene, he couldn’t help but pick up his camera and take several photos.

"Yangyang," Mo Qishen called Ni Yang.

Ni Yang glanced up and Mo Qishen took the opportunity to press the shutter—a flawless three hundred and sixty-five-degree angle photo was taken just like that.

"Brother-in-law, I want a photo too!" Little Ni Yun huffed and puffed as she ran over, posing with a peace sign.

"Brother-in-law, I want a photo too!" Duoduo, like a little parrot, flapped his wings and flew over as well.

Once the photos were taken, Mo Qishen rolled up his sleeves and joined the team making the balls.

Ni Yang, surprised, said, "I thought we were going to Brother Du’s place? Are we not going anymore?"

"We’ll go this afternoon."

"Oh." Ni Yang nodded.

After lunch, Ni Yang and Mo Qishen left for the Du residence.

"You’re going to Xiaodu’s home, right? Here, take some steamed buns and lotus root balls with you." Old Lady Shangguan carried two bags to the car.

Mo Qishen smiled and said, "Grandma, you don’t have to be so polite. You can buy these things outside."

Old Lady Shangguan said, "Can those bought outside compare to ones made by hand? Take them! You can’t get homemade ones outside!"

"Then thank you, Grandma." Mo Qishen took the bags with both hands.

Old Lady Shangguan smiled and said, "Why are you being so formal with me, child?"

Because of the New Year, the streets were very congested, with a festive atmosphere everywhere, except for the Du residence.

Du Jiaojiao had returned to Shanghai for the New Year, Wang Ziqi had also gone back to spend New Year’s with his parents, and the remaining servants had taken leave as well, leaving old Mr. Du by himself.

With the north wind carrying fallen leaves, the Du residence seemed exceptionally desolate.

Upon entering, they immediately heard the sound of knocking on a wooden fish.

Ni Yang secretly sneered, wondering if this man really wanted to become a monk.

How could he spend every day reciting scriptures and worshiping Buddha?

Didn’t he get bored?

Ni Yang was very curious how he persisted with it.

A man in his thirties, yet living like a septuagenarian or octogenarian.

"Brother Du," Mo Qishen drew aside the bead curtain and went in.

Old Mr. Du put down the wooden fish, "Pei Zhi has arrived."

"Brother Du, it’s too lonely here. Why don’t you come back with me for the New Year?" Mo Qishen suggested.

Old Mr. Du fingered the Buddha Beads, "What’s bustling and what’s quiet, to me, it’s all the same."

A good mindset leads to lasting happiness.

While they spoke, they proceeded to the tea room.

The smoke of tea curled up, shrouding their figures, making everything seem dreamlike and illusory.

Tea shall replace wine when guests arrive on a cold night, with the bamboo stove boiling soup and fire glowing bright.

While Mo Qishen and old Mr. Du chatted, Ni Yang found a book on the shelf to read. She loved reading and had an interest in almost every book, gradually becoming engrossed in it.

Even though she had read "Dream of the Red Chamber" many times before, each new reading brought different insights.

A beauty rolls up the curtain, sitting deeply, knitted brows frowning in thought.

Old Mr. Du, one hand holding Buddha Beads, took a sip of the slightly bitter tea broth and said, "Pei Zhi, have you been paying attention to the southern part of town lately? From what I understand, that group of old fellows seems to be getting restless."

Mo Qishen lifted a tea cup, "Just a bunch of struggling grasshoppers after autumn, hardly worth fearing."