Rebirth of a Village Girl

“Hello, Brother Mo.” Panghu and Goudan said in unison.

“Hello to you both.” Mo Qishen politely smiled at Goudan and Panghu. He thought to himself, well, no more explanation needed, he might as well be her brother for the time being!

After bidding farewell to Panghu and Goudan, the two continued on their way.

As they passed by a lotus pond, a child suddenly leaped out from the thick lotus leaves and stood between them.

This sudden appearance of a child startled Mo Qishen. However, to Ni Yang, everything seemed normal as not a single ripple of surprise showed in her eyes. Clearly, this was not the first time she’d encountered such a situation.

Xiaohua, the child, stuffed a lotus pod into Ni Yang’s hand. “Sister Ni Yang, I just picked this lotus pod. The seeds inside are very sweet. This is for you.”

“Thank you, Xiaohua.” Ni Yang smiled and gently patted Xiaohua’s head.

“Sister Ni Yang, there’s no need to be polite with me.” Xiaohua replied, shyly tugging at her hair.

Along the way, they probably encountered over a dozen children.

Each child was incredibly polite when greeting Ni Yang. Mo Qishen could feel that their etiquette was not just a superficial formality, but something genuine that flowed from the heart.

Initially, Mo Qishen assumed that Ni Yang, who typically appeared aloof, was equally non-social in her day-to-day interactions. However, he was surprised to discover her warm side.

Bearing the approval and affection of a group of innocent children, Ni Yang must possess a very approachable personality in her daily life.

The only thing that rubbed Mo Qishen the wrong way was that Ni Yang introduced him as her cousin to every child they encountered.

Who would want to be her brother?

“Ni Yang?” Mo Qishen glanced down at her, obviously puzzled.

Ni Yang looked up slightly, seemingly understanding the question in his eyes. She slowly opened her lips and whispered six words: “Avoiding suspicion under suspicious circumstances.”

She did not want to become the entertainment and laughing stock for her relatives again.

At this time, televisions were not yet common, and people filled their days with gossips and rumours.

Little did they know, such rumours could sometimes be deadly.

Upon hearing her words, Mo Qishen lightly touched his chin and remained silent.

It wasn’t long before they arrived at the entrance of the Ni family’s house.

Here we are. This is my home,” Ni Yang introduced.

Mo Qishen nodded approvingly, “Your house is quite large.”

As Ni Yang lead Mo Qishen inside, Ni Cuihua emerged from the house, holding a child.

“Yangyang is back.” Upon finishing her sentence, Ni Cuihua noticed Mo Qishen beside Ni Yang and asked suspiciously, “Yangyang, who is he?”

In this era, relationships between men and women were not so open. Seeing a man had visited her home, vigilance filled Ni Cuihua’s eyes.

A widow’s home attracts much gossip.

They must guard against it.

Ni Yang then briefly explained the situation.

She then said to Mo Qishen: “Mr. Mo, this is my mother.”

After listening to Ni Yang, Ni Cuihua finally felt relieved. She smiled and said, “Mr. Mo, are you alright? Yangyang was indeed a bit reckless this time.”

“It’s alright, Auntie,” Mo Qishen said as he put down the bucket of fish in his hand. “It’s also my responsibility, you can just call me Xiaomo.”

Ni Cuihua had a positive first impression of Mo Qishen. She instructed Ni Yang, “Yangyang, take Xiaomo and go disinfect his wounds immediately.”

The young man was well-dressed, from his suit down to his leather shoes and wrist watch. He was clearly not any ordinary individual.

Ni Yang then led Mo Qishen into her room.

The culture of that era was very sensitive to a man and woman sharing a room.

Nevertheless, Ni Yang had returned from the 21st century without these societal chains weighing her down and didn’t pay it any mind.

Mo Qishen, having experienced his fair share of the world, didn’t fuss over this issue as well. He was, however, surprised by Ni Yang’s open-mindedness.

Seeing her last time at the mall, he had already known Ni Yang was no ordinary girl-

But he didn’t expect her to be even more extraordinary than he’d imagined.

“You can sit for a while, I’ll go fetch the iodine and cotton swabs,” Ni Yang said, pointing to a chair.

“Alright.” Mo Qishen sat down comfortably.

It was his first time seeing such a modestly furnished boudoir.

The room only had a bed, a wardrobe, two chairs, and a table. There wasn’t even a decent dressing table. Despite its simplicity, the room was spotless and refreshing. Accustomed to seeing luxuriously decorated bedrooms, this humble room offered a unique charm, suffused with the faint scent of magnolia..