Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 500: 138: Li Xianxian was sentenced to death, the boss is a straight male_2

Xiaowang greeted everyone politely.

They came to visit Ni Yang voluntarily, how could they trouble Mo Qishen to send them back?

“Xiaomo, you don’t have to be so polite, we can just take the tram home.”

“The tram station is right across the street, it’s very convenient.”

“Exactly, Xiaomo, you and your aunt should go back, don’t worry about us.”

Xiaomo?

Xiaowang looked at the villagers talking, then looked at Mo Qishen. It was as if a herd of grass mud horses were running wild in his mind!

He was hallucinating, right?

Why was Sir so humble in front of these villagers?

Mo Qishen said, “You all shouldn’t be so polite to me! Waiting for the tram and transferring is a real hassle. Letting Xiaowang take you back is just a press of a pedal.”

Mo Qishen’s considerate manners made Ni Cuihua, the future mother-in-law, incredibly pleased.

At least Mo Qishen cared for them. He didn’t look down on them just because they were from the countryside and he was a city dweller.

Ni Cuihua responded with a smile, “Since it’s Xiaomo’s kind intention, you all should accept the ride. Don’t be polite with him.”

Since Ni Cuihua had said so, everyone stopped declining and got into the car with Xiaowang.

Mo Qishen followed them, closing the car doors, and instructed Xiaowang to drive carefully.

Xiaowang nodded, “Don’t worry, Sir.”

The Lincoln was long, and there was plenty of room for eight people.

All the seats were made of genuine leather, suitable for sitting or reclining.

They were all ordinary farmers, usually reluctant even to take the tram – let alone a luxury car like this, which they had never even seen before.

There were exclamations of amazement in the car.

“This car must be very expensive!”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“These seats are so soft!”

“What’s this little cupboard for?”

Xiaowang in the driver’s seat replied, “That’s the onboard snack cabinet. You can all help yourselves.”

“Thank you, Xiaowang. We’re just curious, having never ridden in a car like this before.” They all declined the offer. They weren’t the kind of people who would take advantage of a situation.

Xiaowang reassured them, “It’s fine. Sir rarely eats those snacks. They’ll just be replaced when they expire and that would be a waste.”

They still declined.

Xiaowang didn’t push any further. He was thinking to himself that these villagers were quite decent, not what he’d expected.

After a while, Uncle Datou curiously asked, “Xiaowang, you and Xiaomo aren’t friends, right?”

If they were really friends, would Xiaowang be so respectful to them?

Xiaowang said, “I’m Sir’s driver.”

Driver?

At this, everyone was taken aback.

Most families couldn’t even afford two bicycles, yet Mo Qishen not only had a sedan but also employed a driver!

“My god! Xiaomo is so incredible!” muttered Granny Lin, quite astonished, “He’s so young and already so wealthy. What does his family do?”

“Xiaowang, do you know what Xiaomo does?”

“I’m not really sure.” Xiaowang shook his head, “I’m just a driver.”

For a moment there, Mo Qishen became the dream husband in everyone’s eyes. Each person marveled at how great Ni Cuihua’s life was.

Not only did she have a sensible and beautiful daughter, but also a rich son-in-law.

**

After everyone left, Mo Qishen returned to the ward with Ni Cuihua.

Little Ni Yun was asleep on the bed while Ni Yang was writing something. To give the mother and daughters some quiet space, Mo Qishen quietly left the ward.

Out in the corridor, he lit a cigarette. The sight of his thin lips clutching the cigarette, his face half-obscured in the smoke, was mysteriously sexy, drawing the eyes of passing nurses and pedestrians.

“Mo Qishen!” suddenly, an overjoyed female voice sounded from behind.

Mo Qishen looked back slightly, somewhat stunned.

The woman was young, wearing a dark cheongsam. She smiled and said, “Mo Qishen, what brings you to the hospital?”

She seemed to know him, but Mo Qishen couldn’t remember who she was at all. Slightly frowning, he requested, “Who are you?”

Other than Ni Yang.

Every other woman, to him, was no different than random passersby. If this woman hadn’t been wearing a cheongsam, which Ni Yang often wore, Mo Qishen probably wouldn’t have given her another glance.

Seeing Mo Qishen’s reaction, disappointment flashed in the young woman’s eyes. She then said, “I’m Ji Rou! Don’t you remember?”

Mo Qishen shook his head slightly.