Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 1064

Chapter 1064: 275: The Uncomfortable Mo Baichuan (Chapter 24)

At that moment, Mo Qishen nodded calmly, "I remember."

Ni Yang: "!!!"

Mo Qishen was their Uncle Six?

Had she heard wrong?

Ni Yang looked at Mo Qishen with a face full of surprise.

Mo Qishen smiled and said, "Yangyang, this is my nephew Liu Daqiang. You can call him Daqiang or Third Kiddo, it’s all fine. Third Kiddo, this is your Auntie Six."

The old master said very respectfully, "Hello, Auntie Six."

Ni Yang swallowed, and that term ’Third Kiddo’ ultimately didn’t leave her lips, "Hello."

The old master nudged the old lady next to him with his elbow.

After a moment, the old lady reacted, bowed, and followed suit, "Hello Uncle Six, Auntie Six."

"Hello, you too."

Ni Yang had long known that Mo Qishen’s generational ranking in the Mo Family was not low, but she didn’t know that his ranking was so high.

And moreover, when the two elders looked at Mo Qishen, there wasn’t a trace of disdain in their eyes, but all the respect that a junior should have.

A prominent family really was a prominent family. That kind of adherence to tradition that came from the bones was something ordinary people simply couldn’t imitate.

Just then, the old master called over a middle-aged couple and proceeded, "Uncle Six, Auntie Six, this is the Jianhua couple. Jianhua, Yingzi, these are your Grandpa Six and Grandma Six."

The middle-aged couple immediately greeted them, "Hello, Grandpa Six and Grandma Six."

Ni Yang raised an awkward but polite smile, "Hello to you too." _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

Mo Qishen casually took out two red envelopes from his pocket and handed them to them.

After the family of four left, Ni Yang looked at Mo Qishen and said, "I didn’t expect your family ranking to be so high!"

Mo Qishen, with an air of someone used to the world, said, "What’s so surprising about that? Some people even call me ’Great Grandpa’! It’s just that they’re not here today."

Mo Baichuan’s generational ranking in the Mo Family was already high, and since Mo Qishen was the youngest, his ranking was naturally even higher.

Ni Yang said, "Does that mean I’m supposed to be a ’Great Grandma’ now?"

Mo Qishen continued, "What does it matter if our generational ranking is high? Wait until our daughter is born in the future, and they’ll all have to call her ’Granny’."

Because Little Ni Yun was just too cute, Mo Qishen particularly wanted a daughter.

A daughter born to him and Ni Yang would definitely be very cute and very pretty!

"Cut it out!" Ni Yang poked Mo Qishen’s arm, "Dream on."

Mo Qishen, slightly tipsy, wrapped an arm around Ni Yang’s shoulder, "Yangyang, let’s have a few more daughters in the future..."

"Right now there’s a family planning policy, each family can only have one child," Ni Yang reminded him.

"Then shall we immigrate to another country?" Mo Qishen suggested.

"No!" Ni Yang said, "Born a Chinese, die with the soul of a Chinese, I am firmly against changing nationality."

Ni Yang aspired to earn a hefty sum from foreigners for the Chinese skincare industry, and to stand up for it. How could she possibly consider immigration?

She was Chinese, why would she contribute to another country?

That was just impossible!

"All right then, if you don’t move, I won’t move. In the future, you’ll call the shots in our family..." Actually, Mo Qishen had no intention of immigrating either; he just said it on a whim.

"Big brother Mo, you’ve had too much to drink; I’ll help you upstairs to rest."

"I haven’t had that much."

"Let’s go," Ni Yang greeted the others at the dining table and then supported Mo Qishen as they headed upstairs.

"Do you need any help, little auntie?" Song Beicheng came over to ask.

With one hand around Mo Qishen’s waist and the other gripping his hand, Ni Yang said, "Thanks, but there’s no need. I can manage on my own."

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Song Beicheng expressed his doubts.

Mo Qishen was nearly one hundred ninety centimeters tall; though not fat, he was still a big man. Mo Qishen was honestly worried that Ni Yang wouldn’t be able to carry him.

Ni Yang laughed and said, "Piece of cake."

"Are you sure you don’t need help?"

"Dear nephew!" Ni Yang looked up at Song Beicheng, "I am sure and certain that I don’t need your help. Go play over there."

Go play over there?

Did Ni Yang just treat him like a three-year-old child?

Song Beicheng scratched his head.

During their conversation, Ni Yang had led Mo Qishen to the stairwell of the second floor.

This convinced Song Beicheng - it seemed Ni Yang truly was capable!

As Song Beicheng watched the backs of Ni Yang and Mo Qishen, another person was also watching.