Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 1287: 315: Who else can help me?

“No! I refuse to accept this!” Zhao Jingrong turned around, clinging tightly to her mother as she cried, “Mom! I refuse to accept this! I’ve done so much, I even sacrificed my own flesh and blood, all to secure my position as Mrs. Mog! And now you’re asking me to give it up! How can I give it up?”

Having witnessed everything along the way, Zhao’s mother understood how much Zhao Jingrong had endured and sacrificed. She knew it hadn’t been easy for her.

“Jingrong, you have no choice but to give up now.”

But what could be done, even if she refused to accept it?

Would Mr. Mog ever accept a second wife?

Especially one who had once looked down on him and even mocked him?

Zhao’s mother continued, “Jingrong, right now anyone might have a chance to approach Mr. Mog, except you. Actually, Baichuan is a promising young man. Though he might not be as outstanding as his uncle, among peers in Beijing, he stands out quite a bit. Jingrong, just be content and live a good life with Baichuan.”

Zhao’s mother spoke from her heart, but Zhao Jingrong couldn’t listen.

Because her starting point had been too high.

She had begun as Mr. Mog’s fiancée.

No one could understand the soul-crushing anguish of missing out so narrowly.

She was filled with regret and pain…

“Mom! You have no idea how people outside laugh at me! They say I failed to recognize a jewel embedded in gold, that I picked sesame seeds and tossed away a watermelon! I can’t give up! I can’t let them ridicule me!”

“I need to prove to them that what’s mine cannot be taken away by anyone!”

Mo Qishen is hers!

From start to finish, he’s hers!

“Jingrong!”

“Mom, please stop talking. I know what I’m doing.”

Zhao’s mother sighed deeply before saying, “Jingrong, you’ve already sacrificed one child. You can’t make any more mistakes.”

“As long as I can make Mo Qishen notice me, so what if I sacrifice another child?”

“That is your own flesh and blood!” Zhao’s mother felt as though the Zhao Jingrong in front of her was a complete stranger.

When had her daughter become like this?

Crossing her arms, Zhao Jingrong said, “Mom, please leave now. I want to calm down and think things over by myself.”

Zhao’s mother glanced at Zhao Jingrong and stepped outside.

Not long after, Zhao Jingrong hurriedly left the room as well.

Zhao’s mother caught up to her, calling out, “Jingrong, where are you going?”

“I’m returning to the Mo Family,” Zhao Jingrong replied.

Mo Qishen would be back tonight to dine with the Mo patriarch and matriarch. She certainly couldn’t miss this opportunity.

“Jingrong,” Zhao’s mother said, grabbing hold of Zhao Jingrong’s sleeve.

“Mom, what’s the matter?” Zhao Jingrong frowned.

Zhao’s mother said, “Don’t do anything you’ll regret later.”

Zhao Jingrong nodded, “I know, Mom.”

Zhao’s mother watched Zhao Jingrong’s silhouette with unease, fearing that she might yet again make some earth-shattering decision.

Mo Family.

That evening, the Mo matriarch prepared a large table full of dishes.

Mo Baichuan was working late at his company and didn’t come home.

But Xiu Yingying and Zhao Jingrong were both present.

Zhao Jingrong sat next to Xiu Yingying, while Mo Qishen and Ni Yang sat beside the Mo matriarch, with Xiu Jiao seated on the other side.

Xiu Jiao held Mo Zhiyuan in her arms.

Mo Zhiyuan was quite striking. Despite being just four months old, he looked more like a six-month-old.

Ni Yang adored children and reached out to hold him.

Mo Zhiyuan wasn’t shy at all and smiled brightly at Ni Yang.

Xiu Jiao laughed and said, “This little one recognizes his sixth aunt. Yangyang, when will you and Uncle Six have a big, chubby boy of your own?”

Ni Yang replied, “Mo and I don’t plan on having children for now.”

Her career was on an upward trajectory, and having a child at this moment would undoubtedly affect it.

Ni Yang was a very rational person; she knew exactly what to do and when.

The optimal age for women to give birth is between 23 and 30 years old. She was only 21 years old this year.

Her plan was to conceive at 26 and give birth at 27.

Five years would be sufficient to expand her businesses—”Ice & Jade Beauty,” the Noodle Restaurant, and the Milk Tea Shop—nationwide, transforming them into chain brands!

First nationwide, then global!

Ni Yang’s goals were crystal clear.

Even though Mo Qishen was already 31 years old, it wasn’t as if the task of having a child required his personal involvement anyway.

Xiu Jiao turned to Mo Qishen. “And you? Do you agree with Yangyang’s plan?”

In Xiu Jiao’s perspective, the man should be the decision-maker in the household.

Moreover, Mo Qishen was a prominent figure. Surely, Ni Yang wouldn’t have the final say on such matters.

To be fair, Ni Yang had lucked out, stumbling into an encounter with Mo Qishen by pure chance.