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When Zheng Xianjing arrived at the Mo family's house, the elderly couple was sitting in the living room sighing and looking downcast.
"Grandpa Mo, Grandma Mo."
"Xianjing is here." Seeing Zheng Xianjing, Mrs. Mo managed to squeeze a faint smile from the corner of her mouth.
"Grandma Mo, this is the chicken soup my mother asked me to bring to you. Please drink it while it's hot." Zheng Xianjing handed the thermal box in her hands to Mrs. Mo.
Thinking it would be improper to visit the Mo family empty-handed, Zheng Xianjing had packed a portion from the shop.
Mrs. Mo exclaimed in surprise: "Chicken soup? Did your mom make it herself?"
"Yes," Zheng Xianjing nodded, her face not turning red and her heart not skipping a beat. "My mom knew that you and Grandpa Mo must be feeling down, so she sent me to check on you."
Mrs. Mo patted Zheng Xianjing's hand gratefully, sighing, "Your mom is really thoughtful."
Zheng Xianjing lifted the lid of the thermal box and scooped out two bowls of chicken soup. "Grandpa Mo, Grandma Mo, please try my mother's cooking."
"Good, good." Mr. Mo Fuhai and Mrs. Mo received the chicken soup, praising Zheng Xianjing for her filial piety.
Then, Zheng Xianjing comforted them: "Grandpa Mo, Grandma Mo, don't feel sad or upset. Zhao Jingrong's calling off the marriage with Uncle Mo is her loss! I believe Uncle Mo will surely find a better girl, a thousand, even a million times better than her!"
"I believe one day, Zhao Jingrong will regret her actions from yesterday!" Speaking these words, Zheng Xianjing's eyes filled with determination.
It was obvious that Zhao Jingrong would regret her actions.
However, there was no pill for regret in this world for her to take.
Only Zheng Xianjing knew a secret that others didn't, so she was determined to hold on to Mo Qishen.
The more Zhao Jingrong looked down on Mo Qishen, the more it highlighted her!
Mrs. Mo looked at Zheng Xianjing in surprise. "Xianjing, do you truly think so?" She did not expect Zheng Xianjing, who was quite young, to be so sensible. While others looked down on Mo Qishen, Zheng Xianjing had such faith in him!
Zheng Xianjing nodded, her eyes flickering upstairs and answered solemnly, "Of course! Grandma Mo, some people have deep potential that just hasn't been tapped yet. I believe that Uncle Mo's future will definitely be limitless! Let Zhao Jingrong regret her decisions in the future!"
Mrs. Mo was so touched she was almost brought to tears.
Mr. Mo Fuhai was also successfully comforted by Zheng Xianjing.
As Zheng Xianjing held Mrs. Mo's hand, she cooed, "Grandma Mo, if that Zhao Jingrong regrets it and comes crying and begging to you, you and Grandpa Mo must not pay her any attention!"
Mrs. Mo was tickled by Zheng Xianjing and began laughing, her previous depressive mood instantly lifted. "Good, good, we'll ignore her! We'll make her regret it till the end of time!"
"Yes." Zheng Xianjing nodded.
Just then, there were footsteps on the spiral staircase.
Zheng Xianjing looked up to see a tall figure descending from upstairs. Fine brows, slightly upturned phoenix eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips; every feature was just the way Zheng Xianjing liked.
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Rebirth of a Village Girl
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