Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 57

SHE ONLY WANTS TO RELY ON HERSELF!

Upon hearing this, Song Beicheng immediately raised his eyes to look at Ni Yang, disbelief filling his gaze.

Ni Yang, might be the first person who didn't want to be his friend.

Everyone else was breaking their heads trying to curry favor with him, even a tiny bit would do!

Yet this girl flatly rejected him.

Song Beicheng felt a wave of frustration stuck in his chest, he's incredibly uncomfortable.

No! No matter the cost today, he's determined to win this defiant girl over.

She's acting like this just to raise her own value, isn't she?

Fine!

He'll indulge her.

Song Beicheng knew he was falling into a trap, but he chose to jump right in; he's been invincible for many years, only to confront an annoyance like Ni Yang today.

After putting down the stool, Ni Yang continued to walk away, with Song Beicheng persistently following her.

His expensive handmade suit not only attracted constant attention from others in the alley, but also appeared out of place in the grimy narrow lane.

Ni Yang, pushing her bicycle, looked at Song Beicheng, "Boss Song, I have made myself clear. No matter how much money you offer, I will not agree. Now, I'm heading home, please stop following me."

Yet, Song Beicheng obstinately placed his hand on the bicycle handle, impelling Ni Yang's effort to push her bike away. He leaned slightly towards her and gazed at her. He slowly said, "Miss Ni, name your own price as long as you agree."

This statement was incredibly domineering.

The privilege of the rich!

The two stood very close, their breaths mingling, and a faint scent wafted from each other's body. It appeared as if Song Beicheng half-encircled Ni Yang with his arm, creating an intimate scene reminiscent of a drama. The only difference was the bicycle standing in between them.

Despite the slight ambiguity, the scene was beautiful and romantic, as if from a television drama.

Whether in her past or present life, Ni Yang had never been so close to a man. She frowned uncomfortably. "Boss Song, you're a person of status. Maintaining propriety is crucial. Can you please restrain yourself?"

Song Beicheng continued to gaze at Ni Yang, his eyes filled with scrutiny. "Miss Ni, I'm only giving you one opportunity. I'll give you three seconds to consider."

Ni Yang pushed Song Beicheng away and coldly said, "Even if you offered me a million, or ten million, even if you handed me the entire Song family fortune, I would not consider it. Is that clear enough?"

The sudden force pushed Song Beicheng back enough to almost make him lose his footing, only a pillar behind him saved him.

How could a girl have such strength?

Song Beicheng raised his eyes to look at Ni Yang, then said, "Miss Ni, one should have ambition and be aware of their environment. Why forsake a promising future and choose to live like this instead?"

His words were slightly harsh.

But Ni Yang didn't get angry. She responded, "I wonder if you've ever heard the saying, 'Trust only in yourself.' So I won't accept your obstinate charity, Boss Song. One day, time will give me everything I want."

Unable to quell the frustration within him, Song Beicheng insistently tried to hire her with a lucrative salary. Wasn't that an act of charity?

Song Beicheng's eyes narrowed slightly, disbelief filled his gaze as he looked at Ni Yang.

These words were not ones you'd expect from a girl in her early teens.

Instead, they were more reminiscent of someone who had tasted the ups and downs of life.

This girl had guts and ambition. She was far different from the dainty nobles he had encountered before.

Though she had thorns, but she radiated an irresistible allure.

Such an interesting girl...

For a moment, the depth in Song Beicheng's eyes was profound.

Ni Yang, however, didn't care about what Song Beicheng was thinking. She just rode her bike and went off.

By this time, Ni Cuihua was likely waiting for her at the station. She needs to hurry to get her.

Ni Cuihua had finished her postpartum confinement, so Ni Yang wanted to take her out and about. On one hand, it was to let her see the outside world and, on the other, to get some new clothes and daily necessities for Ni Cuihua and Ni Yun.

They have been in Beijing for over a month and haven't bought new clothes yet...

Because Ni Yang left home so early in the morning, she let Ni Cuihua take the half-past-ten train.

When Ni Yang arrived at the station, she indeed saw Ni Cuihua, who looked different with her newfound confidence, standing there holding the baby.

"Mom," Ni Yang walked over, pushing her bike.

"Yangyang." Ni Cuihua smiled when she saw Ni Yang.

"Mom, have you been waiting long?" asked Ni Yang.

Ni Cuihua laughed, "No, you arrived just as I got off the train."

As the mother and daughter reached the bustling streets, Ni Cuihua, seeing the flourishing business world, said, "The city is so lively, incomparable to the countryside."

"Mom, do you like it here?" Ni Yang asked with a smile.

"Yes," Ni Cuihua nodded, "Who wouldn't like the city?"

Ni Yang continued, "Then I'll buy a big house here in the future, and we, together with sister's family, can live happily in it."

"Good," Ni Cuihua nodded with joy. Although she knew this wish might be hard to fulfill, she still yearned for it.

"Mom, please wait here for a moment, I'll park the bike. After that, we can go to the Department Store."

"Go ahead, I'll wait here for you."

Ni Yang, pushing her bike, walked to another side, passing an elegant cafe on her way.

In the eighties, Beijing was already quite modernized with western restaurants, bars, and ballrooms everywhere.

The men and women on the street were also very fashionable, sometimes giving a surreal sense of being back in the future.

In fact, many of the later fashion trends overlapped with that of the eighties.

A sophisticated-looking woman sat in a window seat of the cafe.

She had the latest trendy curly hair, meticulous makeup, arched willow-leaf eyebrows, bright red lipstick, sparkling diamond earrings, a luxury watch on her wrist, and beautiful nail polish.

Everything about her screamed "rich heiress."

"Why isn't he here yet?" She kept looking at her watch, her brow furrowed with anxiety.

She had heard that Third Young Master Mo had an odd temperament, cold and aloof, and hard to approach. It seems the rumors were true.

But she relished impossible challenges!

Third Young Master Mo, huh?

She would conquer him.

A confident smile played on the heiress's face.

It was only due to Madame Mo's insistence that Mo Baichuan reluctantly agreed to meet this girl. He couldn't express how much he didn't want to go!

The driver, who was driving the car, dared not even breathe too loudly. The atmosphere in the car was so oppressive. He was afraid of unintentionally irritating Mr. Mo.