Rebirth of a Village Girl

Zheng Wenjing is not a brainless person.

With just one phone call, she couldn't believe the authenticity of this man's words.

What if the other party is a liar?

Thirty thousand yuan is not a small amount of money!

She is the dignified eldest daughter of the Zheng family. If word spreads that she is deceived, what dignity will she have in this circle?

"Miss Zheng doesn't believe me?"

"I don't even know who you are, how can I trust you?" Zheng Wenjing asked.

The man chuckled lightly, "There is only one chance to bring down Li Xianxian. Whether you can seize this opportunity depends on Miss Zheng herself." After saying that, he continued: "My surname is Mo. If Miss Zheng believes me, , send 30,000 yuan to Cheng Yi Detective Agency within ten days.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Zheng Wenjing looked at the hung up phone with a puzzled look on her face. She immediately called back, but the other party called from a shared phone and the call was busy.

"Denjing, who called?" Zheng Lingling came down from upstairs.

"An ordinary friend." Zheng Wenjing replied calmly, looking around, and then said: "Mom..."

"Ah woo!" At this moment, a figure suddenly jumped up to the two of them and made a scary face.

The mother and daughter were frightened.

Zheng Lingling, in particular, turned pale with fright. She stretched out her hand to hit Zheng Suyu. She glanced at Old Mrs. Zheng standing upstairs. Her expression changed and she said with a smile: "Aunt Suyu, are you okay? I He Wenjing didn’t scare you, did he?”

Zheng Suyu smiled silly, "It's fun, it's really fun."

Zheng Wenjing supported Zheng Suyu's arm and said, "Auntie, let me help you go back to rest."

Zheng Wenjing turned into a good and sensible niece and helped Zheng Suyu to the second floor.

"Stars, such beautiful stars! Ah! There is a ghost! You are a ghost! You want to harm me!" Zheng Suyu suddenly went crazy, pushed Zheng Wenjing away, and ran towards the door of Mrs. Zheng's room, "There is a ghost who wants to harm me. Ah Qing, help me!”

"Auntie!" Zheng Wenjing's eyes flashed with impatience, and she followed after her.

"Suyu." Mrs. Zheng opened the door and reached out to hold Zheng Suyu's hand.

Zheng Suyu was so frightened that she hid behind Mrs. Zheng, trembling all over. When she looked at Zheng Wenjing, the fearful look in her eyes was an instinctive fear emanating from deep in her heart.

It's strange to say that since Zheng Suyu went crazy, she thought everyone she saw was a ghost, except Mrs. Zheng who she knew and still remembered her name.

"Grandma." Zheng Wenjing said respectfully.

Old Mrs. Zheng nodded, looked at Zheng Suyu and said, "Suyu is not afraid, this is Demjing, do you remember Demjing? She is your grandniece."

Zheng Suyu was about to cry, and said in a trembling voice: "Ghost! She is a ghost!"

Old Mrs. Zheng sighed and held back a violent cough, "Xian, Xianjing, your aunt is like this, don't mind."

Zheng Wenjing said sensibly: "Grandma, I don't need you to tell me. We are all one family. How can I blame my aunt?"

"Cough cough cough." Mrs. Zheng finally couldn't hold it back, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed violently.

"Grandma, are you okay?" Zheng Wenjing patted Mrs. Zheng's back in a sensible manner.

Zheng Suyu was so frightened that she took several steps back, hid under the table, and looked at Zheng Wenjing cautiously.

Old Mrs. Zheng coughed until her face turned pale. It took a long time before she stopped coughing, and then said: "It's okay, it's all an old problem."

After three years of coughing, Mrs. Zheng has gotten used to it, but during this period, her condition is much more serious than in the previous two years.

She always felt that her end was approaching.

But she still told herself time and time again to hold on.

My daughter has not been found yet.

Zheng Suyu hasn't recovered yet. In this situation, even if she dies, she can't close her eyes under Jiuquan.

"Madam, Dr. Jiang is here." The servant walked in with an old man with gray hair.

Dr. Jiang is a woman in her fifties or sixties. She is an old friend of Mrs. Zheng. Because of her good medical skills and Mrs. Zheng's trust in her, she has been Mrs. Zheng's dedicated doctor all these years. The wife takes care of her body.

"Aunt Jiang." Zheng Lingling immediately greeted her.

Doctor Jiang nodded, "Lingling, where is the old lady?"

Zheng Lingling looked at Dr. Jiang and said, "My mother is upstairs. I will take you up."

"Okay." Dr. Jiang nodded.

As Zheng Lingling walked upstairs, she turned sideways and said to Dr. Jiang: "Aunt Jiang, my mother's cough has become more and more serious during this time. As a daughter, I feel really distressed. Do you think there is anything I can do? Can my mother reduce her coughing and get better soon?”

Dr. Jiang said: "The old lady's cough is a chronic illness. Coupled with her age, the body's various functions decline at different degrees and at different speeds after reaching their peak. Recovery does not happen overnight. It must be adjusted slowly. ”

Zheng Lingling nodded and took the initiative to hold Dr. Jiang's arm while going up the stairs.

"Mom, Aunt Jiang is here." Zheng Lingling knocked on the door.

"Come in quickly." Mrs. Zheng's voice came from inside.

Zheng Linlin took Dr. Jiang in.

"Xiaoyan." Mrs. Zheng stood up.

Zheng Wenjing followed behind and said hello.

Dr. Jiang nodded and looked at Mrs. Zheng with concern, "Aqing, I heard from Lingling that your cough has become serious again recently."

Mrs. Zheng smiled and said, "It's not as serious as Lingling said."

Zheng Lingling looked at Zheng Wenjing and said, "Wenjing, let's take your aunt out first and let your grandma Jiang and grandma have a good chat."

"Okay." Zheng Wenjing squatted down, pulled Zheng Suyu and said gently: "Auntie, let's go out first, okay?"

"You are a ghost! You want to harm me!" Zheng Suyu was so frightened that tears rolled down her face.

Zheng Lingling knelt down and coaxed: "Aunt Suyu, can we take you out to buy candy?"

"Okay!" Zheng Suyu's eyes lit up, "Buy candy! Buy candy!"

The mother and daughter talked hard and finally deceived Zheng Suyu out.

Mrs. Zheng sighed helplessly.

Doctor Jiang said: "Didn't a miracle doctor come here a while ago who claimed to be able to cure Suyu? Why, when I look at it, Suyu's condition has not improved at all?"

Old Mrs. Zheng didn't know what she thought of, and said angrily: "What a miracle doctor! That's a liar!"

Hearing this, Dr. Jiang patted Mrs. Zheng's hand and comforted her: "Suyu is a lucky person, and she will get better."

"I hope so!" Mrs. Zheng sighed.

Doctor Jiang continued: "By the way, Ah Qing, do you have Tingting's whereabouts now?"

"No," Old Mrs. Zheng shook her head, "It's been more than thirty years. It's not that easy to find. To tell you the truth, I have no expectations for it."

Dr. Jiang glanced at Mrs. Zheng, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes.

No expectations?

Without any expectations, she would still secretly ask someone to take her hair for appraisal?

What an old friend! What old sisters!

It's all lies.

If Mrs. Zheng really regarded her as an old friend, she wouldn't hide everything from her.

Dr. Jiang squinted his eyes without leaving any trace, "Although I say so, you still have to look for it. After all, Tingting is your biological daughter. Although Lingling was raised by you, there is a layer of separation after all. belly."

"As the saying goes, hair should grow on its own, and children should be born by one's own. This sentence is not without origin." Dr. Jiang glanced at Mrs. Zheng and changed the subject, then continued: "But in good conscience, Lingling can be regarded as a wise woman." A good, filial child, she is very concerned about your condition every time I come here.”

Mrs. Zheng nodded, "Lingling is indeed a good daughter."

Dr. Jiang took out a stethoscope from the medicine box to check Mrs. Zheng's body, and stopped continuing the topic. "Ah Qing, have you taken your medicines on time during this period?"

"Everything was eaten on time."

Dr. Jiang continued: "Are your bowel movements normal?"

"normal."

Dr. Jiang asked a few more questions, and his originally smiling face gradually became serious.

"Am I not in good condition?" Mrs. Zheng looked at Dr. Jiang.

"No." Dr. Jiang shook his head, "Don't think too much, you are in good health!"

Mrs. Zheng is not a fool. She has already seen the answer from Dr. Jiang's expression.

"Xiaoyan, I'm over sixty this year. Why haven't I seen big storms? Just say it directly. There's no need to be taboo."

"It's really okay." Dr. Jiang said with a smile: "Ah Qing, you just like to think too much. I remember when you were young, you always quarreled and got into trouble with Zheng Jun because of this."

Speaking of her youth, Mrs. Zheng also had a smile on her face, and in a daze, she was back to the past.

At that time, Tingting was still there and Zheng Suyu was not crazy yet. How happy their family was.

Doctor Jiang continued: "By the way, where is Zheng Jun?"

"It should be in the small garden."

Zheng Jun is a typical literati. What he does most every day is read books and tend to flowers and plants. All the matters at home and outside are taken care of by Mrs. Zheng. Especially after the loss of his only daughter, he completely stopped doing things. .

"It's been so many years," Dr. Jiang sighed, "He's still the same. You've worried about this family, and he's just like a normal person."

If it weren't for this old lady, the Zheng family might have been defeated long ago.

"He feels bitter..."

The only daughter was lost and the youngest sister went crazy.

No one knew what kind of pain Zheng Jun was suffering under his calm appearance.

"He feels bitter? Don't you feel bitter?" Dr. Jiang continued: "Speaking of which, Zheng Jun is lucky to have such a good wife like you."

Mrs. Zheng smiled and said, "Xiaoyan, just tell me the truth. How is my health? There is nothing that I can't bear when I live to this age."

"You're really fine, don't think so wildly." Dr. Cao said while writing the prescription.

Mrs. Zheng turned to look at Dr. Jiang, "Xiaoyan, do you still remember how old Lingling was when you first brought her back?"

Dr. Jiang thought for a while, "It seems to be 7 years old. I remember that you just lost Tingting at that time. It was Lingling's arrival that made you come out of the pain."

Zheng Lingling was not named Zheng in the past.

Her name is Cao Lingrui, she is the daughter of Mrs. Zheng’s sister. Zheng Lingling’s parents were taken away in a plane crash.

The plane crash happened so suddenly that Mrs. Zheng didn't even have time to see her sister and brother-in-law. They went there and didn't even find the bones.

Fortunately, Zheng Lingling was not on the plane at that time.

After the plane crash, Dr. Jiang crossed half the Pacific and sent Zheng Lingling to Mrs. Zheng.

Of the two of them, one lost his parents and the other lost his only daughter.

This kind of sympathy and blood relationship caused Mrs. Zheng to transfer all her love for her biological daughter to Zheng Lingling.

During the day, she greeted people with a smile, as if she was a normal person, but only in the dead of night would she cry muffledly.

"Yes," Mrs. Zheng looked out the window with an indescribable expression in her eyes, "Thirty-three years have passed in the blink of an eye. Lingling has grown up, Wenjing has turned 19, and there is nothing I can't let go of. "

"Ah Qing, you are still looking for Tingting." Dr. Jiang patted Mrs. Zheng's hand.

"Just leave it to fate."

Doctor Jiang continued: "Ah Qing, you are better than me. You have a daughter after all. Although Lingling is not your biological child, she is filial. What about me? I'm afraid that no one will know if I die in the future, just like Ms. Zhang Same."

Ms. Zhang is a celebrity in the industry.

When he was young, he was very modern and romantic, pursuing the spiritual world, and never married. At the age of 55, he suffered a heart attack and fell into a coma in the villa because there were no relatives or friends around him. After the coma, he was not rescued in time, leading to death, which lasted until his death. It took a week before the body was discovered due to the stench.

When people are old and have no relatives or children around them, they just like to think wildly and be frightened.

"No." Mrs. Zheng patted Dr. Jiang's hand and comforted: "Don't think too much, and you have sensible nieces and nephews around you."

Dr. Jiang sighed and continued: "Aqing, I'm going to make a will recently."

Make a will?

Mrs. Zheng's eyes were full of disbelief. Dr. Jiang was the same age as her, 61 years old this year, but Dr. Jiang was strong and healthy and had no illness or disaster. She hadn't made a will yet, so why did Dr. Jiang start making a will?

Outside the door, Zheng Wenjing was holding tea and was about to knock on the door and go in. When she heard these words, she stopped and listened to the conversation inside with bated breath.

Dr. Jiang smiled and said: "Actually, I don't have much money. There are only 5 digits in my bankbook, which is not enough for you to take a look." Dr. Jiang is just an ordinary doctor. She does not have a prominent family background. Before she met Mrs. Zheng, , she is just an ordinary person who is too ordinary to be ordinary.

Although it is only tens of thousands of dollars, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is still an incredible sum of money.

After all, a bowl of noodles only costs thirty cents at this time.

"By the way, Ah Qing, have you ever considered making a will?" Dr. Jiang said, "Accidents happen when they come. The Zheng family has a big business, so this kind of thing still needs to be planned in advance."

Hearing this, Zheng Wenjing's heart was in her throat.

Mrs. Zheng nodded, "To tell you the truth, I've been thinking about this recently."

Dr. Jiang said: "Actually, you don't have to think about this matter. Tingting is your biological daughter. Naturally, all the things belonging to the Zheng family must be left to Tingting."

Zheng Tingting?

A cold light flashed in Zheng Wenjing's eyes, this Doctor Jiang is really a troublemaker.

Zheng Tingting has been dead for hundreds of years! Why mention her at this time?

Mrs. Zheng smiled and said: "Lingling is also my daughter. I can't leave all my property to Tingting alone. I have already thought about it. If I find Tingting, I will divide the property into two and give half to Tingting." Half to Lingling. Both of them are my daughters, and I won’t treat them badly.”

Mrs. Zheng is a very good mother. Although Zheng Lingling is not her biological daughter, she brought her up. In her heart, she is no different from her biological daughter.

So she'll be treated fairly.

Dr. Jiang smiled and said, "Lingling is lucky to have a good aunt like you."

"In my heart, she has long been my biological daughter."

Biological daughter?

A sarcastic light appeared in Zheng Wenjing's eyes outside the door.

If this dead old woman really regarded Zheng Lingling as her own daughter, she would not leave only half of her property to Zheng Lingling.

After all, the person who has been with Mrs. Zheng all these years is Zheng Lingling, and the person who has been filial to Mrs. Zheng is also Zheng Lingling.

Zheng Tingting didn't give anything, and she didn't even call her mother. What qualifications did she have to take away half of Zheng Lingling's property?

Everything in the Zheng family should belong to Zheng Lingling!

Adopted ones are really not as close as biological ones!

Zheng Wenjing bit her lip with an ugly expression.

Doctor Jiang continued: "Ah Qing, you have to be prepared for everything. What if, if you don't find Tingting?"

Mrs. Zheng continued: "If you can't find it, I will donate all the money to the welfare home in Tingting's name. This can be regarded as a blessing for Tingting's child..."

Donate to a welfare home?

Mrs. Zheng would rather donate it to the welfare home than leave it to Zheng Lingling. She is such a good mother!

Zheng Wenjing was almost pissed off!

She and Zheng Lingling have spent so many years co-writing together in vain!

This damn old lady is just an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf!

At this moment, Zheng Wenjing just wanted to kick open the door, and then pour the hot tea in her hand on the dead old woman's face to let her sober up, otherwise, she would never know what happened.

Dr. Jiang nodded, "Aqing, you are very thoughtful."

The conversation inside was still going on. Zheng Wenjing had already heard the most important content and was not in the mood to listen to anything else at this time. She immediately walked to the room and told Zheng Lingling everything she heard.

Hearing this, Zheng Lingling said with a cold face: "I have known for a long time that that dead old woman is not a fuel-efficient lamp!"

After all, she didn't crawl out of that dead old woman's belly.

No matter how nice she was to that dead old woman, that dead old woman wouldn't appreciate it.

But Zheng Lingling just refuses to give in!

Why?

She had carefully served the dead old woman for so many years, but in the end, she ended up fighting for property with a dead man.

How ridiculous!

"Mom, what should we do now?" Zheng Wenjing was a little anxious. She didn't want to give up everything that belonged to her to others!

Zheng Lingling continued: "Don't worry about this matter. The top priority is how to stop the wedding between Li Xianxian and Mo Baichuan. When you marry Mr. Mog, that damn old woman won't dare to look down on our mother and daughter!"

Zheng Wenjing nodded, "Mom, you are right, but what should I do now?" Li Xianxian's affairs and the will were all mixed together, which made Zheng Wenjing feel dizzy!

Zheng Lingling continued: "This matter needs to be considered in the long term. It is not an easy matter to want Li Xianxian to have an abortion."

Zheng Wenjing seemed to have remembered something, and continued: "By the way, Mom..." She told Zheng Lingling about the call from Mr. Mo.

"Mom, what do you think about this?"

Zheng Wenjing was still a little undecided. She didn't know whether she should trust Mr. Mo.

Zheng Lingling narrowed her eyes and continued: "Xianjing, let's take a gamble."

"mom?"

Zheng Lingling calmly drank a glass of water, "If you win the bet, you can marry Mr. Mog. If you lose the bet, the maximum cost is 30,000 yuan. Use 30,000 yuan to buy a supreme glory, it is worth it!" "

After all, the temptation is too great, and Zheng Lingling doesn’t want to miss such a good opportunity!

Sometimes in life, don't you have to take a gamble?

Just like before.

If she didn't choose to take a gamble at that time, why would she be here now?

Zheng Wenjing continued: "But where did we get so much money?"

The financial power of the Zheng family is now in the hands of Mrs. Zheng. In addition to food and clothing, she will give Zheng Lingling 8,000 yuan and Zheng Wenjing 5,000 yuan every month.

These thousands of dollars are money that ordinary people cannot earn for several years, but among wealthy families, it is just an inconspicuous amount of pocket money. After playing a few rounds of mahjong, the money is gone.

Mother and daughter Zheng Lingling and Zheng Wenjing have big hands and feet. They spend five to six hundred yuan on skin care products every month. In addition to buying jewelry and other things, the money is almost gone as soon as they come into their hands.

Where can I get 30,000 yuan now?

Zheng Lingling said: "Don't worry about money, I will find a way."

"Mom, do you have any private money?"

Zheng Lingling did not directly answer Zheng Wenjing's words, but said: "Wenjing, don't you want to bring tea to your grandma and grandma Jiang? Come on, mom will go with you, and by the way, see if your grandma is feeling better."

Zheng Wenjing noticed the subtle footsteps outside the door and said with a smile: "Okay mom, don't worry, grandma will be fine."

The mother and daughter walked out of the room together and went to deliver tea to Dr. Jiang and Mrs. Zheng.

Dr. Jiang told Zheng Lingling some of Mrs. Zheng's taboos and the details that need to be paid attention to in daily life, and then said goodbye.

Zheng Lingling smiled and said: "Aunt Jiang, let me see you off."

Zheng Wenjing doesn't really like Dr. Jiang.

Ever since she heard what Dr. Jiang and Mrs. Zheng said, she disliked Dr. Jiang even more.

I don’t know why Zheng Lingling is so nice to Dr. Jiang.

"Wenjing, come with me to see Grandma Jiang off." Zheng Lingling turned to look at Zheng Wenjing.

"Okay." Zheng Wenjing followed Zheng Lingling's footsteps in a sensible manner.

Dr. Jiang smiled very kindly, "I thought Wenjing was just a baby in my arms at first, but I didn't expect that she would be a big girl in a blink of an eye."

Zheng Lingling said: "Xian Jing, your Grandma Jiang hugged you when you were a child. Do you still remember?"

Zheng Wenjing smiled and said: "It's been so long, how can I still remember it?"

Zheng Lingling glanced at Zheng Wenjing displeased, but Dr. Jiang said indifferently: "It's okay, it's okay. It's normal for a child to have a bad memory."

Zheng Lingling said: "Thank you for not being as knowledgeable as her."

Walking outside the door, Dr. Jiang stopped and said, "Just send it here." At this point, Dr. Jiang seemed to have thought of something and took out a bottle of medicine from the medicine box. "I almost forgot. This medicine is right for you." It works wonders for coughs. Lingling, just put it in when you are making chicken soup, half a pill at a time."

Zheng Lingling took the medicine bottle solemnly, "Aunt Jiang, please bother me."

Doctor Jiang smiled and said: "Your mother and I have been sisters for many years, so there is no need to talk about this."

Zheng Lingling continued: "By the way, Aunt Jiang, are you free tomorrow morning? I have a friend who is not feeling well. I want to take her to your place tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Dr. Jiang nodded, "Then let's meet tomorrow morning."

"Okay, goodbye Aunt Jiang." Zheng Lingling pushed Zheng Wenjing, "Hurry up and say goodbye to your Grandma Jiang."

Zheng Wenjing said perfunctorily: "Goodbye, Grandma Jiang."

After Dr. Jiang left, Zheng Lingling scolded Zheng Wenjing, and then said: "Wenjing, even if you look at it this time, don't be so rude to your Grandma Jiang in the future!"

Zheng Wenjing snorted coldly and said dissatisfied: "What's the use of being so nice to her? You don't even know how she talks about you behind your back!"

Doctor Jiang is not a good person at first glance.

One thing in front of you and another behind your back!

Zheng Lingling sighed and said seriously: "No matter what, Grandma Jiang is your elder, you can't be like that!"

"What kind of elder is she?" Zheng Wenjing muttered in a low voice, "She's just like a shit stirrer."

Zheng Lingling straightened her expression, "Denjing! Do you still remember your identity?"

"Mom, I was wrong!"

Zheng Lingling continued: "Do you know that if you act like this, people will scold you for not having a tutor!"

Zheng Wenjing said: "Mom, I'm just like this in front of you, I don't act like this in front of others."

Zheng Lingling said with a straight face: "You are not allowed to do this in front of me, it becomes a habit!"

"Oh, I know, I won't dare to do it again."

Zheng Wenjing's attitude of admitting her mistake was quite good. Zheng Lingling didn't say anything more and turned around and entered the house with Zheng Wenjing.

As soon as she walked into the house, Zheng Lingling hurriedly went to the kitchen to make chicken soup for Mrs. Zheng.

Zheng Wenjing was speechless.

That damn old woman had treated them like that, but she didn't expect Zheng Lingling to be so kind to her!

How heartless.

In her opinion, all the medicine in the medicine bottle should be replaced with poison, and the dead old woman should be poisoned to death!

...

Ni Yan walked out of the shared phone booth, with a faint curve at the corner of her mouth, and the pear eddies were shallow, as if she could suck people in. She was so radiant that even the clouds on the horizon were not as dazzling as hers.

She walked all the way to the detective station.

Xiao Zhou was standing in front of an old-fashioned gramophone, tinkering, and even Ni Yan didn't notice when he came in.

"Is it silent?" Ni Yan walked up to Xiao Zhou.

Xiao Zhou was startled by the sudden sound. When he saw that the person coming was Ni Yan, he smiled and said, "It's not like he's silent. It's just that the sound is a little bit wrong, like pulling a big saw."

"Let me take a look." Ni Yan walked to the gramophone.

This is a very ancient gramophone, with slender arms like a swan neck and a large horn. It is shaped like a blooming morning glory, proud and elegant.

The large speaker is made of pure copper, which has excellent wear resistance and does not fade. The simple and exquisite wooden cabinet complements the large speaker.

This kind of phonograph originated in the Republic of China, and a few of them could still be seen in China in the 1980s. In later generations, all of them have become precious antiques and can only be seen in museums and collectors.

Ni Yan had no other hobbies in his previous life, and collecting gramophones was one of them.

She lowered her head and fiddled with it for a while, put in the record, pressed the switch button, and instantly there was melodious music coming from the loudspeaker.

"Shanghai at night, Shanghai at night, you are a city that never sleeps, with lights on, singing and dancing..."

Xiao Zhou said in surprise: "It's amazing! Yanyan, you are so awesome! You can even repair a gramophone!"

The most popular machine at this time was the radio.

Almost all the fashionable men and women on the street have a radio in their hands and earphones in their ears. Not to mention how cool it is!

Earphones have been around since the advent of the telegraph, which probably entered China at the end of the Qing Dynasty.

Nowadays, few people are working on such a heavy and old machine as the phonograph.

Sometimes Xiao Zhou really can't understand Ni Yan.

This girl who is smaller than him, thinner than him, but more powerful than him, hides too many secrets.

Ni smiled and said: "I can't say it's amazing, I just happen to have studied it."

Xiao Zhou came over and poured a glass of water for Ni Yan, "Yanyan, you must be here for something, right?"

Ni Yan took the cup with both hands, "You really guessed it."

Xiao Zhou smiled and said, "What's the matter? Let's talk about it."

Ni Yan took a sip of tea and said, "Someone may come over to give Mr. Mo some money in the next few days. When the time comes, just tell him that Mr. Mo is away for something and the stuff will be sent there. You can collect the money for me."

It was not convenient for her to come forward in person for this kind of thing, so she had to ask Xiao Zhou to help.

"Send money to Mr. Mo?"

"Yeah." Ni Yan nodded slightly.

"Is this Mr. Mo you?" Xiao Zhou then asked.

"It's me." Ni Yan smiled.

Xiao Zhou joked: "Are you marrying and obeying your husband?"

Ni Yan smiled faintly, "That's right."

Xiao Zhou turned to look at the screen, cleared his throat, and continued: "The reputation of Mo Qishen is not very good. Yanyan, are you sure you want to choose him as your boyfriend?"

Ni Yan said: "Other people's opinions have nothing to do with me. As long as I like it."

She really doesn't care.

In her new life, she just wants to live a life of publicity and does not want to be bound by rules and regulations, let alone miss the person she likes, because there will be no next life in her life.

"But Mo Qishen will be nothing once he leaves the Mo family." Xiao Zhou continued: "Yanyan, you are so good, you deserve someone better."

Mo Qishen was incompetent, idle, his engagement was annulled, and his reputation was already in ruins.

Xiao Zhou didn't understand. How could Ni Yan fall in love with him?

Ni Yan said seriously: "He is the best person in my eyes."

Xiao Zhou continued: "Do you know why Zheng Wenjing and Li Xianxian both want to marry Mo Baichuan?"

"I don't know." Ni Yan shook his head.

Xiao Zhou continued: "According to my investigation, Mo Baichuan is probably Mr. Mog, so now you know why they both tried so hard to marry Mo Baichuan, right?"

"Oh." Ni Yan nodded.

oh?

Oh what do you mean?

Why is Ni Yan's reaction so dull?

"Aren't you surprised at all?" Xiao Zhou asked.

"What's surprising about this?" Ni Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

Xiao Zhou said: "That's Mr. Mog! Do you know what Mr. Mog represents in the capital?"

"I know." Ni Yan continued: "Maybe it means supreme, right?"

Mr. Mog is also very mysterious in later generations. He has power over the entire business empire and is a being that everyone admires and pleases.

But strangely, no financial newspaper has ever published him.

Ni Yan didn't expect that Mo Baichuan turned out to be Mr. Mog.

No wonder Li Xianxian wanted to marry him.

After all, Li Xianxian returned in later generations. Maybe she spied on some secrets that others didn't know about in later generations.

"Knowing that you are still so plain?" Xiao Zhou felt bad all over.

Ni Yan shrugged, "It doesn't matter who Mr. Mog is to me. Do I need to react violently?"

Xiao Zhou continued: "In terms of talent and appearance, you are superior to Li Xianxian and Zheng Wenjing. I think you are the only one worthy of Mr. Mog. Don't you have any idea at all?"

Ni Yan happened to drink a glass of water. When she heard this, all the water in her mouth squirted to the ground, almost choking her to death.

"I'm not interested in him, don't say such nonsense!"

Xiao Zhou said seriously: "But I really think you and Mr. Mog are a good match."

Ni Yan said: "I only like Mo Qishen. Do you understand?"

She didn't even bother to take a second look at what Mr. Mog and Mr. Mog were.

What makes Ni Yan a little confused is that the narcissist Mo Baichuan is actually Mr. Mog, which somewhat subverts her imagination of Mr. Mog.

Quite incredible.

Xiao Zhou thinks Ni Yan is so weird!

I would rather look down on my good-for-nothing uncle than my excellent nephew.

Xiao Zhou said: "But Mo Qishen is not worthy of you at all. He doesn't even have a job now, and he hasn't even graduated from high school. How will he support you in the future?"

"It doesn't matter if he doesn't have a job, as long as I have money, I can support him." Ni Yan said bluntly.