Chapter 476: 132: The Wedding Takes Place as Planned_3

Mo Qishen now felt a bit uncomfortable and turned his gaze toward the door.

Ni Yang was watering the plants in the yard with her watering can.

Giddily, Mo Qishen ran up to her and said, “Yangyang?”

Ni Yang didn’t respond.

Mo Qishen continued, “Wifey?”

Ni Yang still ignored him.

Mo Qishen went on, “Wifey, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have pushed my luck. Can you stop ignoring me, please?”

“Wifey, let me help you water the plants.” Mo Qishen took the watering can from Ni Yang.

“Wifey, can you crack a smile, please? You’re scaring me like this…” Mo Qishen was genuinely nervous and a bit scared.

“Next time, dare to misbehave?” Ni Yang sternly grabbed his ear.

“I dare not do it again, I don’t!” Mo Qishen quickly nodded, “I promise I’ll always follow the leader’s orders. ‘One’ if the leader says one; ‘two’ if the leader says two!”

Ni Yang slightly curved her lips into a shallow smile, dimples appearing at the corners of her mouth, before turning and heading into the house.

Mo Qishen didn’t dare to ask anything else, instead, he focused attentively on watering the plants.

After a while, Ni Yang came out of the room.

She had changed into a vintage-styled short shirt with a standing collar, paired with a pair of black wide-leg pants below.

The vintage look was sophisticated, yet with a hint of playfulness.

“Here, you should have this.” Ni Yang handed the white shirt back to Mo Qishen.

Mo Qishen asked, “Yangyang, how come you’re not wearing it?”

Ni Yang replied, “You should put it on. What do you look like topless?”

Although Mo Qishen did have a good figure, with abs and well-toned muscles, after all, this was the 80s; if other people saw Mo Qishen’s upper body exposed, the gossip wouldn’t be good.

It was then Mo Qishen realized he didn’t have his shirt on, so he quickly put on the white shirt, making sure to flatter, “Wifey, you’re so considerate!”

What did he do to deserve such a wonderful wife?

“You sweet talker.” Ni Yang lightly smiled.

Although she knew Mo Qishen was merely buttering her up, each time, Ni Yang indeed fell for it.

Seeing Ni Yang smile, Mo Qishen quietly sighed in relief.

…

After returning home, Zheng Xianjing told Zheng Lingling about Zhou Tianbao’s request.

Hearing this, Zheng Lingling frowned, “Ten thousand yuan? We’re to help him and also pay him ten thousand yuan?”

The thirty thousand yuan required a few days ago had already given Zheng Lingling a hard time; where was she supposed to find the remaining ten thousand yuan?

Zheng Xianjing sighed, “Unfortunately, Li Xianxian is really something! Despite abandoning her husband and child, Zhou Tianbao still defends her!”

“Xianjing, could you try if it’s possible to give him the money at the beginning of next month?”

The beginning of the month is when you have pocket money; currently, Zheng Lingling had absolutely no cash on her.

“No way!” Zheng Xianjing said, “By the beginning of next month, that bitch Li Xianxian will already be married to Mo Baichuan!”

“When is the wedding of the Mo family set?” Zheng Lingling asked.

“This month on the 18th.” Zheng Xianjing answered.

“So soon!” Zheng Lingling narrowed her eyes.

Zheng Xianjing added, “If it’s any later, would Li Xianxian’s belly be able to wait?”

Zheng Lingling nodded in agreement, “You’re right, Xianjing.” She then asked, “So, Xianjing, you plan to stir up trouble at the wedding…?”

Zheng Xianjing nodded, “Of course, the more drama, the better.”

It was about time Li Xianxian, who had flaunted in front of her for so long, suffered. She intended to embarrass Li Xianxian in front of everyone so that she would never be able to hold her head up high.

Moreover, Li Xianxian was pregnant. If this matter was not made a big deal of, what if the Mo family chose to settle for peace because of the child?

Zheng Xianjing couldn’t take that risk.

Zheng Lingling suggested, “In that case, I have a set of jewelry that I don’t particularly like. It should be worth around ten thousand yuan.”

“Thank you, mom!” Zheng Xianjing’s eyes lit up, then she asked, “By the way, mom, where did you get the thirty thousand yuan last time?”

“I borrowed it.”

“From whom?”

Zheng Lingling explained, “A mahjong buddy, you don’t know him.”

“Oh,” Zheng Xianjing nodded.

Zheng Lingling stood up to leave, “Wait for me here, Xianjing. I’ll go upstairs and get the jewelry.”

It was a simple platinum diamond necklace which she had bought for over twenty thousand yuan at the time, so it should more than cover the ten thousand yuan she needed.

Zheng Xianjing accepted the jewelry, “Then I’ll go have it exchanged right now!”

Mo Qishen got home from his dinner at Ni Yang’s well past seven in the evening.

When he arrived, Mo Baichuan was calligraphing couplets on the living room table.

“Nephew.” Mo Qishen approached Mo Baichuan.

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