Rebirth of a Village Girl - Chapter 478

Chapter 478: 133: Big Slap in the Face On-Site! _1

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“Who is looking for me?” Li Xianxian asked.

“Miss Zheng.” the housekeeper replied.

Miss Zheng?

Li Xianxian squinted her eyes, “Is it Zheng Xianjing?”

“Yes.” the housekeeper nodded.

Li Xianxian’s mouth curled into a smile, as she sorted her dress: “Let her in.”

“Alright.”

In a moment, the servant brought Zheng Xianjing in.

Zheng Xianjing had her hair styled in the most popular manner of the time, framed by well-drawn eyebrows, painted red lips, a heavy layer of foundation making her face white as chalk.

She wore a bright red formal dress, red high heels to match, looking more the bride than the bride herself.

Just by her outfit, it was clear that she had come prepared.

But Li Xianxian was not afraid anymore.

Inside her belly was the legitimate heir of the Mo family.

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Even Old Lady Mo had to treat her with care and laughter now.

So, what could a Zheng Xianjing count for?

Li Xianxian greeted her with a warm smile, “Sister Xianjing.”

“Xianxian.” Zheng Xianjing laughed as she grasped Li Xianxian’s hand.

Anyone who didn’t know them might have thought these two were the best of friends!

“Xianxian, congratulations on finally marrying Brother Baichuan. I wish you a long and happy marriage until you both are old.”

Li Xianxian squinted her eyes, “Thank you. I also wish that Sister Xianjing will soon find her perfect husband.”

“Don’t worry, Xianxian, I will definitely marry the man I want to marry.” Zheng Xianjing said provocatively.

Li Xianxian laughed and retorted, “Isn’t it too early for you to say that, Sister Xianjing? Do you believe that a person’s luck can change from full to emptiness?”

Marry the man she wanted?

Did Zheng Xianjing hope to marry Mo Baichuan and become the second wife?

She was so blatant about being a mistress!

Shameless!

Zheng Xianjing locked eyes with Li Xianxian, excitedly declaring, “The game isn’t ended yet! It’s not certain who will be the ultimate winner!”

A mocking look flashed in Li Xianxian’s eyes, “In life, you should learn to cut losses at the right time. Don’t wait until you hit a wall to realize that it’s time to turn back. Even if you scheme your heart out, in the end, it’s all in vain. Why keep trying?”

“Without hitting that wall, how will I know it’s not about to fall?” responded Zheng Xianjing, grinning. “Xianxian, am I right?”

She would certainly win this battle!

As for Li Xianxian?

She was destined to be a stepping-stone.

Li Xianxian didn’t take Zheng Xianjing seriously, replied with a smile, “Then I wish for Sister Xianjing’s complete victory!”

Zheng Xianjing’s face was filled with undisguised triumph.

Li Xianxian continued, “Xiaowang, bring a chair. I want to sit and chat with Sister Xianjing.” After speaking, Li Xianxian turned her head to look at Zheng Xianjing and said apologetically, “Ever since I got pregnant, I’ve been very weak, I always feel tired. Xianjing, you wouldn’t mind me sitting down to talk, would you?”

Zheng Xianjing forced a smile, “Of course not! How could I mind?”

The chair was right next to them. She could just sit down if she wanted to. But Li Xianxian had to make a show out of it, solely to flex her power over Zheng Xianjing.

She was reminding Zheng Xianjing that she was carrying Mo Baichuan’s child, anything Zheng Xianjing did would be in vain.

Mockery flashed across Zheng Xianjing’s eyes.

Just wait!

The more triumphant Li Xianxian was now, the more desperate she would be later!

…

Today was Mo Baichuan’s wedding day, so a drama was about to be staged.

Ni Yang, as the aunt, had to be present, of course.

At 10:30 am, Mo Qishen came to pick up Ni Yang on his bicycle.

The moment Ni Yang opened the door, she saw Mo Qishen leaning against his bicycle smoking, emanating a strong and slender silhouette.

Mo Qishen had outstanding features: a handsome face, refined and deep-set, knife-like cheekbones, each angle perfect. He was destined to be a ruler.

Seeing Ni yang approaching, Mo Qishen instantly extinguished the unfinished cigarette between his fingers.

“Yangyang.”

Ni Yang walked over and sat on the crossbar of the bicycle, “Brother Mo, let’s go.”

Mo Qishen’s nose brushed gently over her hair, “Alright.”

With the beauty in his arms, Mo Qishen rode the bike slowly.

Mo family home.

The wedding was scheduled for 12:18 p.m.

By ten o’clock, all the guests had arrived.

Today was Mo Baichuan’s wedding, so naturally, the task of entertaining guests fell to Mo Rongping and Xiu Jiao. As for the old Master and Old Lady Mo, all they had to do was enjoy the festivities and chat.