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Li Xianxian chuckled and said, “Mr. Song, there’s no need to be so formal, we’re already so familiar, you can just call me by my first name…”

Before Li Xianxian could finish her sentence, something seemed to catch Song Beicheng’s eye. He quickly walked towards that direction, excitedly exclaiming, “NiYang!”

“Song Beicheng.” Ni Yang gave a faint smile in response to Song Beicheng.

Ni Yang!

Her again!

The unabashed jezebel!

Seeing this, Li Xianxian nearly gnashed her silver teeth in exasperation.

She and Song Beicheng still addressed each other as ‘Mr.’ and ‘Miss.’ after all this time. How many days has Ni Yang known Song Beicheng? What gave her the right to call him by his full name?

All the status and connections Li Xianxian had painstakingly built up within the Mo Family over nearly two years had been effortlessly snatched away by Ni Yang.

Li Xianxian was so angry she could have suffocated herself.

Observing from the third floor, even Mo Baichuan was surprised to see Ni Yang and Song Beicheng so chummy.

It was unexpected that Song Beicheng, an infamous playboy, would fall for Ni Yang’s tricks too!

How he had underestimated Ni Yang.

Aside from the two outrageously expensive invitations, Ni Yang actually had quite a good impression of Song Beicheng.

Song Beicheng was a thoughtful man with a witty way of speaking. His dialogs expressed no condescension towards women.

As the two were engrossed in their conversation, a deep voice suddenly interrupted them, “Yangyang.”

Turning her head, Ni Yang saw that the man was Mo Qishen, “Brother Mo.”

“Uncle.” Song Beicheng also greeted him respectfully.

Although Mo Qishen was known as good-for-nothing in the circle, Song Beicheng was quite respectful to his uncle. They generally got along well.

Mo Qishen chuckled, “Beicheng, I just saw the Misses of the Wang and Zhao Families looking for you over there.”

Upon hearing this, Song Beicheng visibly flinched, quickly covering his face with his hands, he whispered in a low voice, “Uncle, keep an eye out for me, I’ll go and hide at my grandmother’s place. If they come looking here, tell them I didn’t come.”

Mo Qishen nodded, acting like a concerned elder, “Don’t worry, just go. Be more careful in the future.”

Fearing those women would find him, Song Beicheng hastily departed.

Mo Qishen turned to Ni Yang, continuing, “My nephew is a good man, handsome and virtuous. But he has one flaw; he loves to flirt. Yangyang, be careful if you continue to associate with him. This kid is quite a womanizer!”

Even though Mo Qishen was only two years older than Song Beicheng, he acted like a sagely elder when dispensing this advice.

Like a monarch pointing at the map of his empire.

Poor Song Beicheng had no idea his beloved uncle was going behind his back.

NiYang nodded, “Hmm, I understand, Brother Mo.”

“Yangyang,” Mo Qishen continued, “I’ve finished most of my work, let’s take a stroll.”

“Okay.” Ni Yang turned and followed Mo Qishen’s footsteps.

Watching the retreating figures of Ni Yang and Mo Qishen, most of Li Xianxian’s anger dissipated instantly.

It seems…

She needed to instigate a relationship between these two.

A lowly creature like Ni Yang deserved a waste like Mo Qishen.

Li Xianxian slowly let a smile curl upon her lips.

Mo Qishen led Ni Yang to the garden in the back of the Mo Family villa.

Even though it was winter, the greenhouse was in full bloom, perfuming the air with the fragrance of spring.

When they returned to the front hall, the birthday celebration had officially begun.

The matriarch of the Mo Family sat in the master’s seat, graciously receiving the blessings of her descendants.

The Mo Family was a traditional household that observed the custom of formal bows, meaning the younger generations had to prostrate themselves before the birthday honoree.

The matriarch had five sons and two daughters, minus one daughter who had passed away, she had more than twenty descendants. The sight of them all kneeling together was quite a spectacle.

At that moment, two blonde, blue-eyed foreigners from F Country entered.

Seeing the two foreigners, Zheng Xianjing became excited and anxious, knowing that they had certainly come looking for Mo Qishen.

Simultaneously, she worried about Mo Qishen’s identity being revealed, attracting even more women to vie for him. What advantage would she have then?

Thinking about this, Zheng Xianjing was filled with trepidation.

But things did not turn out as Zheng Xianjing had feared. The two foreigners walked past Mo Qishen, approached the matriarch, and slightly bowed, saying, “Madam Mo, I am Morris. This is my colleague Morris. We are assistants to Mr. Mog. Today, we are here on Mr. Mog’s behalf to congratulate you on your birthday, wishing you endless prosperity and a longevity that rivals the southern mountain.”