Chapter 301: 103: A very important person! _4
He was dressed in a black trench coat, a subtly glowing cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. His chiseled features concealed in the darkness of the night were somewhat elusive, but his entire being radiated a sense of mystery and elegance.
It was Mr. Mog!
It was him!
Emotions surged in Zheng Xianjing. Quickly, she brushed her wind-blown hair hastily. But, in the next second, her smile froze on her lips.
Wasn’t that Mo Qishen?
Could it be possible that Mo Qishen was actually Mr. Mog?
If Mo Qishen was indeed Mr. Mog, then how could she explain what happened last time?
Before Zheng Xianjing could react further, two more figures slowly emerged from the darkness.
That was Mo Baichuan!
Relief washed over Zheng Xianjing. She had known all along that a useless man like Mo Qishen couldn’t possibly be Mr. Mog.
The real Mr. Mog must be Mo Baichuan.
Ignoring Li Xianxian, Zheng Xianjing walked directly up to Mo Baichuan, “Brother Baichuan.”
“Xianjing, why are you still here this late?” Mo Baichuan frowned slightly.
Zheng Xianjing was six years younger than Mo Baichuan. Plus, the Mo and Zheng families had always been close. Hence, she and Baichuan had practically grown up together and shared a sentimental bond.
Mo Baichuan had always treated Zheng Xianjing like a younger sister.
Zheng Xianjing continued, “Our car broke down, and the driver has gone to get it repaired. Could you give me a ride home, Brother Baichuan?” As she finished her sentence, she gently pulled Baichuan’s sleeve, looking like a helpless kitten.
With her decent looks, this gesture only heightened her appeal.
Li Xianxian, standing next to Mo Baichuan, was left grinding her teeth in irritation.
She was a woman. Couldn’t she see what Zheng Xianjing was trying to do?
How shameless!
She, the legitimate girlfriend, was standing right next to Mo Baichuan, yet this little wench Zheng Xianjing had the audacity to flirt with him!
Had Zheng Xianjing stopped considering her, the official girlfriend, at all?
“Let’s go. I’ll take you home,” Mo Baichuan cast a glance at Zheng Xianjing.
“Thank you, Brother Baichuan.” Zheng Xianjing sidestepped Li Xianxian, reaching out to hold on to Baichuan’s arm directly.
Zheng Xianjing had no fear of Li Xianxian.
Li Xianxian was just an unwanted orphan, not worth Zheng Xianjing’s consideration at all.
When it was time to board the car, Li Xianxian made the first move, opening the front passenger seat and hopping in, leaving the back seat to Zheng Xianjing.
Once her seat belt was fastened, Li Xianxian turned to Mo Baichuan, demonstrating her understanding, “Baichuan, a guest is a guest. Why don’t we drop Xianjing off at home first?”
Mo Baichuan nodded in agreement.
What a considerate guest!
Zheng Xianjing looked at the back of Li Xianxian’s head, narrowing her eyes slightly. It turned out she had underestimated Li Xianxian.
This woman was much more cunning than she had imagined.
The jeep sped along the highway when a black sedan whisked past them.
The car window was half open, and for a moment, Zheng Xianjing thought she spotted a familiar profile.
Was it Mo Qishen?
By the time Zheng Xianjing looked up, the black car had already disappeared.
She must have seen wrong. The car that had just sped past was a luxury imported car. Even the Zheng family didn’t have the means to acquire such a vehicle. Could a small fry like Mo Qishen afford one?
With that thought in mind, Zheng Xianjing’s eyes filled with contempt once more.
In fact, Zheng Xianjing was right. The man in the car was indeed Mo Qishen.
The driver was Wu Daming.
“Sixth brother, you won’t be leaving again after this trip, will you?”
Mo Qishen flicked his cigarette lazily, “Who knows. Has your family’s house been built yet?”
Wu Daming shook his head, “It’s under construction. Expected to be completed by June. By the way, Sixth sister-in-law’s house is also under construction, have you decided on a gift yet?”
Wu Daming was trying to remind Mo Qishen that Ni Yang had not bought a house but was building one instead.
Only a simpleton like Mo Qishen would have bought a house…
The thought of Moshenshen pouring so much money into it made Wu Daming’s heart ache.
During the time Mo Qishen was away from Beijing, he was oblivious to Ni Yang’s situation.
He didn’t miss her till now, but the moment she was mentioned, every part of Mo Qishen started to ache.
He hadn’t seen his wife for so long, how could he not miss her?
Mo Qishen took a deep puff of his cigarette, exhaling a ring of smoke, “Look out for imported refrigerators and washing machines.”
His wife’s beautiful hands certainly wouldn’t be subjected to the rough job of washing clothes.
A refrigerator was also indispensable.
With summer approaching, having a refrigerator would not only be convenient but would also allow access to cold drinks.