Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 860: 215: Can you get first place like this?!

Mo Qishen went to the bathroom to take a shower and shave.

Ni Yang, having nothing better to do, sat on the couch to watch TV.

At this time, there weren’t many channels available on TV, but the programs being broadcast were future classics.

Playing on TV right now was the 1985 version of "Ji Gong", although there were only eight episodes of it currently.

Ni Yang hadn’t really watched "Ji Gong" before, but she found it quite interesting now.

By the time Mo Qishen emerged from the washroom, half an hour had passed.

"Let’s go," Ni Yang said, reaching to turn off the TV when she saw Mo Qishen come out.

While fastening the buttons on his shirt, Mo Qishen asked, "Is Mom still staying at Grandma’s place?"

"Yep." Ni Yang reached out to pinch Mo Qishen’s face. "Saying ’Mom’ and ’Grandma’ so smoothly, Big Brother Mo, I’ve found your skin is getting thicker and thicker!"

Mo Qishen grinned cheekily, "My skin is so thick, did it hurt your hand?"

"What do you think?" Ni Yang raised her eyebrows slightly.

"I guess it must have hurt; let me rub it for you," Mo Qishen took Ni Yang’s hand.

"Big Brother Mo, I beg you to be a bit more human."

The two chatted as they walked away. Wu Daming had already returned home, and Ni Yang took the keys from Mo Qishen, "I’ll drive."

Mo Qishen was a little surprised, "You know how to drive?" He hadn’t known that Ni Yang could drive, even after knowing her for so long.

"Of course," Ni Yang said with a touch of haughty pride, "is there anything your Brother Yang can’t do?"

At first, Mo Qishen thought Ni Yang was just boasting until she successfully started the car. Only then did he realize that Ni Yang wasn’t joking.

This Ni Yang, she may seem aloof and reticent ordinarily, but only Mo Qishen knew she had a playful side hidden in her bones.

And she liked to brag a bit.

"Buckle up," Ni Yang said, her hand on the steering wheel, glancing sideways at Mo Qishen. The light from the street lamps cast the shadow of her eyelashes across her nose bridge in a strangely cool pose.

Mo Qishen swallowed unconsciously, "Oh."

After Mo Qishen buckled up, he realized that Ni Yang could not only drive, but she drove with incredible skill! It made Mo Qishen almost think Ni Yang could take the car to the sky.

With turns, consecutive turns, sharp turns, she never slowed down, yet the ride was as smooth as if on flat ground.

What should have been a thirty-minute drive took less than five minutes to arrive at the Zheng Family’s front gate.

Ni Yang stopped the car and switched off the ignition, whistled cheerfully at Mo Qishen, "How about that, am I, Brother Yang, awesome or what?"

Mo Qishen nodded slightly, "Awesome, truly awesome! Brother Yang is too cool, truly worthy of being my wife!"

"Such nerve."

Mo Qishen got out of the car right behind her, taking the gifts brought back from F Country from the back of the car, and they walked towards the villa together.

Zheng Xianjing had the day off from school and had come home early. Just as she came down the stairs, she saw a figure coming through the door.

Against the light, she couldn’t quite make out his features, yet a powerful aura surrounded him, instilling a sense of inferiority in those who saw him.

Who could this be?

Although she couldn’t quite see his face clearly, Zheng Xianjing could sense that this was no ordinary person.

Perhaps it was Mr. Mog!

The Mo and Zheng families were extremely close, so it was unsurprising for Baichuan to visit the Zheng family.

Zheng Xianjing narrowed her eyes and subconsciously brushed her hair behind her ears, straightened her back, and walked downstairs.

The features of his face gradually became visible in the darkness.

Thin, sharp lips like paper cuts, narrow and long phoenix eyes brimming with a cold gleam, and features as flawlessly carved as fine artistry, especially those deep and heavy eyes, bottomless as if they were vast stars.

She recognized who it was.

The next second, all traces of a smile vanished from Zheng Xianjing’s face.

It was Mo Qishen.

How could such a fine appearance be wasted on a ne’er-do-well like Mo Qishen?

Regret and disgust flickered across Zheng Xianjing’s eyes as she snorted and walked past him with her nose in the air.

For a good-for-nothing like Mo Qishen, even the right to hold her shoes was unattainable.

Mo Qishen’s face remained expressionless as he continued walking in.

"Xiaomo!" Ni Cuihua was surprised to see Mo Qishen, "When did you get back?"

Mo Qishen replied, "Auntie, I just got back home this afternoon."

Laughing, Ni Cuihua said, "Come on in, and, by the way, where’s Yangyang? Did you see her?"

Mo Qishen answered, "Yangyang was supposed to come in with me, but she felt a bit unwell the moment we were entering the door, so she went to the washroom."