Rebirth of a Village Girl - Chapter 175
Chapter 175: 085: Mr. Mog, humble and mysterious, invites guests to dinner s
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For a lady of her caliber, how could she possibly be suitable for a good-for- nothing like Mo Qishen?
Zhao Jingrong swallowed her disgust and walked straight to Mo Qishen, “Mo Qishen!”
“Yes?” Mo Qishen raised an eyebrow slightly.
Zhao Jingrong angrily said:
“Mo Qishen! What the hell do you want? Didn’t I make it clear when I was at your Mo Family’s place last time? We won’t have any relationship in the future! Can you please be aware of your own situation? Is it fun to keep pestering me like this?”
Does he have no shame at all?
Mo Qishen chuckled, “Ma’am, it seems like you’re the one who’s not realizing your own situation. Is it fun to throw yourself at me like this?”
Throw herself at him?
Would she throw herself at this loser?
Zhao Jingrong snorted lightly, her eyes filled with sarcasm, “I would throw myself at you? Don’t daydream!”
“If that’s not the case, could you please step aside?” Mo Qishen looked down on Zhao Jingrong and spoke slowly, “Good dogs don’t stand in the way!”
The last sentence, although a dirty retort, came off rather elegantly from his lips, without a hint of discord.
With that, Mo Qishen pushed past Zhao Jingrong, strides towards the exit whilst taking out a handkerchief from his pocket to carefully wipe his fingers, as if they’d been dirtied.
Upon passing a garbage bin, he promptly threw the soiled handkerchief in.
This scene had Zhao Jingrong trembling with fury!
For someone so despised, how dare he treat her like this?
Mo Qishen walked directly out to the Tea Room, pushing away a Phoenix brand bicycle and left.
A bicycle?
This loser isn’t even ashamed of riding an old bicycle.
Indeed, you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.
Seeing this, Zhao Jingrong’s eyes filled with disdain, and much of her anger dissipated.
Although a bicycle is a rarity in this era, and an unattainable luxury for the average family, in the wealthy circles, the cost of a bicycle is less than what they’d spend on an afternoon tea.
Mo Qishen will only ever amount to riding a bicycle in this life.
Second Floor of the Tea Room.
Two blond-haired, blue-eyed men stood on the balcony.
One of them exclaimed, “Why would our Mr. Mog go out on a bicycle?” It just didn’t fit his persona. For someone like Mr. Mog, at the very least, he should be chauffeured around in a private jet, or if not, at least a car…
What the hell is with the bicycle?
Who would believe that the mighty Mr. Mog’s vehicle of choice would be a bicycle – if they hadn’t seen it for themselves…
It’s truly a subversion of one’s sense of reality.
Another replied, “Mr. Mog keeps a low profile, I’ve heard even his parents and friends don’t know about his achievements.”
“My God! That’s seriously low-key.”
Ordinary people, if they have any achievement, can’t wait for everyone to know about it. But Mr. Mog – he keeps his success to himself…
Ni Family’s home.
Ni Yang’s skincare products have been selling extremely well recently.
Ni Yang calculated that she had made two thousand yuan so far from her skincare line.
Adding in her previous savings and deducting daily expenses, Ni Yang currently had a total of 4250 yuan in her account.
Just then, the voice of Ni Cuihua could be heard from outside, “Yangyang, Xiaomo’s here.”
Ni Yang promptly put away the money, “Oh, he’s here.”
Mo Qishen didn’t arrive alone – a man who looked somewhat like a sidekick accompanied him.
“Brother Mo.”
Mo Qishen nodded, “This is my friend, Wu Darning. He’s the middleman dealing with those imported mixers.”
“Hello, Sister Yang.” Wu Darning bowed his head to Ni Yang.
Sister Yang?
Is she that old? It felt rather awkward to be called Sister Yang by someone who looked nearly twice her age.
Ni Yang was taken aback for a moment, then said: “Hello, Mr. Wu.”
Wu Darning was shocked, “Sister Yang, there’s no need for formalities. We’re all friends here, just call me by my first name.”
Call him Mr. Wu.
He’s afraid that Brother Six will beat him up…
Mo Qishen continued, “Yangyang, the mixer that Wu Darning brought over for you is here.”
“Really?” Ni Yang was somewhat surprised.
“Yep.” Mo Qishen nodded, “It’s in the yard right now, come and take a look.”
Ni Yang followed Mo Qishen out.
There was a blue farm truck parked with a greyish-green machine in the yard.
The machines of this period hadn’t undergone much improvement, so they were quite heavy and bulky.
