"What time is it?" Ni Yang asked while yawning.
She had already gone to bed late yesterday, and Mo Qishen had tossed and turned all night. She barely slept at all—it felt as though she hadn’t closed her eyes.
Mo Qishen swallowed and said, "It’s still early."
Ni Yang curled back under the blanket. "Then I’ll sleep a little longer."
Mo Qishen leaned over toward her.
"What are you doing?" Ni Yang asked warily.
"I didn’t sleep well either."
Not long after, the room echoed with Ni Yang’s curses.
...
When Ni Yang woke up again, she found herself alone on the bed.
There was no clock in the room, so she had no idea what time it was.
Ni Yang lifted the blanket, intending to head to the bathroom for a shower, only to realize her pajamas had been changed by someone. The bed, contrary to her expectations, didn’t feel sticky or uncomfortable.
Ni Yang curved her lips slightly—it seemed Mo Qishen had a bit of a conscience after all, knowing to bathe her and change the sheets.
She was completely worn out!
She hadn’t felt a thing throughout the entire process.
Ni Yang opened the wardrobe and randomly picked out an outfit to change into. As soon as she finished dressing, Mo Qishen came up the stairs, rolling up his sleeves as he spoke, "I thought you’d sleep a little longer. Are you hungry now?"
"Yes," Ni Yang nodded.
"Come on, let’s head downstairs for lunch. Afterward, we’ll visit home." With that, Mo Qishen crouched slightly in front of Ni Yang.
Ni Yang paused for a moment. "What are you doing?"
"Carrying you downstairs. Get on."
Ni Yang chuckled, bent forward slightly, and leaned onto Mo Qishen’s back.
Mo Qishen carried Ni Yang down to the first floor.
Only then did Ni Yang notice that it was already past 2 pm. Seeing the clock on the wall, her face suddenly flushed with embarrassment.
Mo Qishen first served Ni Yang a bowl of chicken soup, then went to the kitchen to fetch the dishes. The meal was simple—three side dishes and one soup. Though plain in style, the flavor was exceptional.
After the meal, Mo Qishen took Ni Yang back to the Mo Family home.
Since they had notified them in advance, Mrs. Mo was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.
Lin Pingping chatted with Ni Yang in the living room.
Meanwhile, Mo Qishen was called to the study room by Mr. Mo.
Yesterday had been Mo Qishen’s wedding day, so Mr. Mo hadn’t had the chance to ask, "Sixth child, tell me—what’s going on here exactly?"
"What are you referring to?" Mo Qishen responded, his face full of confusion.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Rebirth of a Village Girl