Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 1302

Chapter 1302: 319: Kill two birds with one stone

Other than feeling foolish,

Mo Baichuan also felt a pang of discomfort, steeped in regret.

If only he hadn’t been so arrogant back then and had fought for her, perhaps the person by Ni Yang’s side now wouldn’t be Mo Qishen.

He was the one who met Ni Yang first.

Countless times, in the quiet of the night, he would dream of that scene.

But unfortunately, life doesn’t grant "what ifs"; it only delivers consequences and outcomes.

No matter how much he regrets it, none of this can be undone or relived.

Ni Yang reached out to take Mo Zhiyuan into her arms. "Come, let your Sixth Aunt hold you."

Mo Zhiyuan was very fond of Ni Yang and beamed brightly with joy.

Zhao Jingrong walked over from the side, concealing all traces of frustration as she said, "Sixth Uncle, Sixth Aunt, have some fruit."

Ever since Mo Qishen had resolutely rejected Zhao Jingrong the last time, she had been behaving herself for the past few days, waiting for the right moment.

Among everyone, Zhao Jingrong could hardly stand Ni Yang the most now.

If it weren’t for Ni Yang stealing Mo Qishen away, the one standing beside him now would be her.

Mo Qishen was supposed to be her fiancé!

How could he turn around and marry someone else so suddenly?

Why?

Hidden within her sleeve, Zhao Jingrong’s hand clenched tightly into a fist. She swore to herself that she would find a way to drive Ni Yang away.

Definitely!

Mo Qishen casually picked a grape from the fruit platter. With deliberate care, he peeled its skin. Grapes were not easy to peel—they were tougher and harder than regular ones, which was why Ni Yang rarely ate them.

The grape skin that was normally so problematic obediently surrendered under Mo Qishen’s deft fingers. Before long, a translucent, gleaming grape appeared between his fingertips.

"Taste it, see if it’s sweet." Mo Qishen held out the peeled grape to Ni Yang’s lips.

"Sweet." Ni Yang nodded after taking a bite.

Upon hearing this, Mo Qishen continued peeling more grapes. In no time, he had peeled an entire plate and placed it in front of Ni Yang.

Zhao Jingrong watched all of this unfold, feeling an unbearable pang of bitterness in her chest.

This kind of pampering was supposed to be hers, but now it was all being stolen by Ni Yang.

Mo Qishen belonged to her.

Even the grapes belonged to her.

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