Chapter 227: 092: Changing views on Ni Yan, Elder Mrs.
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Song Beicheng nodded.
Ni Yang said, “I like money, but at the same time, I only like the money I earn myself. Your sky-high solicitation to me is no different from charity, so I choose to reject it. I prefer being down-to-earth rather than unexpectedly rich overnight.”
Song Beicheng was taken aback; he didn’t expect such an answer from Ni Yang.
She had her own thoughts and was very frank.
She was not like a typical girl; she was outstanding.
After a moment, Song Beicheng continued to ask, “What’s the difference between windfall wealth and working hard to earn money?”
Just then, an old man walking his bird happened to pass by the shop. Ni Yang pointed at the bird in the cage and then at the bird singing high in the camphor tree, “It’s about like the difference between these two.”
Song Beicheng was stunned again.
Ni Yang’s voice came again, “I’d rather be a poor bird in the sky than a golden canary in a cage.”
I’d rather be a poor bird in the sky than a golden canary in a cage.
A simple phrase of fourteen characters, yet it contained countless life wisdoms.
If he hadn’t heard it with his own ears, Song Beicheng would never have believed that these words came from the mouth of a young girl.
Song Beicheng had been around for a long time; he’d seen too many people blinded by wealth, including young girls Ni Yang’s age or even younger.
These girls of tender years, willing to sell everything for a better life.
Refuse to be a golden canary?
They were just afraid they wouldn’t get the chance to be one.
Because Song Beicheng had seen too many people like this, he initially thought Ni Yang was one of them.
He didn’t expect to be wrong once; a helpless smile emerged in Song Beicheng’s eyes.
“Ni Yang, it’s an honor to know you,” Song Beicheng said to Ni Yang earnestly.
Ni Yang laughed lightly, “I’m flattered that I’ve managed to impress boss Song.”
Song Beicheng chuckled, “You’re still calling me ‘boss’? Isn’t this mocking me?”
“It’s just a slip of the tongue,” Ni Yang replied, “I haven’t gotten used to the change yet.”
Just then, the sound of Li Gongcheng urging came from outside the door, “Master, it’s time.”
Song Beicheng looked at his wristwatch, “I have something else to attend to. I’ll leave first. We can talk again when we both have leisure.”
“Okay.” Ni Yang nodded.
Song Beicheng pushed the door and left; even as he sat in the back seat, a light smile still lingered on his face.
Song Beicheng was genuinely happy today. He hadn’t met a girl as straightforward as Ni Yang in a long time.
The feeling was akin to finding a soulmate; there was no gender difference involved.
Communicating with Ni Yang was a delightfully relaxed affair.
She was nothing like other pretentious wealthy daughters; instead, she exuded an unbridled spirit of freedom.
This was something the females of this era lacked.
Sitting back in the rear seat with his legs crossed, Song Beicheng’s right index finger intermittently tapped on the car window.
Seeing the contented face in the rearview mirror, Li Gongcheng was utterly impressed by Ni Yang.
Ni Yang was truly amazing.
She’d even managed to bring master Song to submission.
After resting at the base for a few days, Li Xianxian came to the Mo Family to visit old Lady Mo and Mo Hudie.
“Xianxian, how do you feel now?” asked old Lady Mo with concern.
Li Xianxian smiled, “Granny, you don’t have to worry; I’m feeling much better now.”
“That’s good, that’s good.” old Lady Mo patted Li Xianxian’s hand.
After glancing around, Li Xianxian asked, “Where’s Xiaodie?”
Old Lady Mo replied, “Xiaodie is upstairs.”
Li Xianxian said with a smile, “Then I’ll go see Xiaodie.”
“I’ll go with you.” old Lady Mo stood up and followed Li Xianxian’s steps.
Li Xianxian immediately supported old Lady Mo’s arm, and they headed upstairs.
In the upstairs room, Mo Hudie was focused on writing something at her desk. She was so absorbed that she didn’t notice old Lady Mo and Li Xianxian’s entry.
“Xiaodie, your Sister Xianxian is here to see you,” old Lady Mo said with a smile.
Mo Hudie looked up and offered a polite greeting, “Hello, Sister Xianxian.”
Li Xianxian came over with a smile, “Let your sister take a look – what is our Xiaodie writing?”
Mo Hudie quickly closed her notebook, “Sister Xianxian, I’m writing a diary.”
Diaries are private and snooping into them is an intrusion.
Li Xianxian gently patted Mo Hudie’s head, “Xiaodie, you’re young and it’s the time to play. When it comes to learning, you shouldn’t put too much pressure on yourself. Just go with the flow..”