Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 103: 074: Mr. Mog, his new attracting move?_3

In the beginning, Mo Qishen was arguably an once-in-a-millennium genius.

At the age of three, Mo Qishen could recite all Tang and Song dynasty poetry; at four, he could mentally calculate any addition, subtraction, multiplication, or division problem; at five, he could discuss five thousand years of Chinese history, even in more detail than historical records; at six, he started first grade, and at seven he skipped to third grade.

The Zhao family would not have arranged a marriage with the Mo family so early on if it weren’t for this.

The Zhao family was certain that Mo Qishen’s future was beyond measure.

Who could have expected that they had overestimated him, making the wrong gamble…

They all had high hopes for Mo Qishen, but to their surprise, Mo Qishen lost his genius, becoming gradually a mere ordinary person.

He even became less than an ordinary person.

At the very least, an ordinary person knows to work and earn a living to support the family, whereas Mo Qishen was capable of nothing but idleness.

Madam Zhao was dismissive, “So what if we accepted a token? We can just return it! This isn’t a big deal.”

Zhao Baosheng sighed, “But one should not be so fickle in life. Besides, we have decades of friendship with the Mo family. How can we maintain this relationship if we break off the engagement?”

Madam Zhao cried out, “Not break off the engagement? So are you suggesting that our Jingrong be married to that good-for-nothing? Is friendship more important than our precious daughter?”

“Mom is right! I’d be the first to object if we marry our sister to Mo Qishen!” Zhao Zijun, the oldest son of the Zhao family, clearly expressed his opinion.

Zhao Ziyi, the second son echoed, “I also object to marrying our sister to Mo Qishen!”

That good-for-nothing Mo Qishen is absolutely unworthy of their precious sister.

Their sister deserved the world’s best man!

“Jingrong,” Zhao Baosheng looked up at Zhao Jingrong, “what do you think?”

This decision ultimately depends on his precious daughter.

Zhao Jingrong smiled and said, “Dad, you’re really muddle-headed! With that incompetent Mo Qishen, how could he possibly deserve me? I, Zhao Jingrong, would rather never marry than marry someone like Mo Qishen. I would rather marry a man like Mr. Mog!”

Mr. Mog is a legendary figure in high society.

Everything about him is a mystery – his age, identity, even nationality.

Even Zhao Jingrong had only seen Mr. Mog’s silhouette in the international news section.

People in their circle could not help but feel admiration when they mentioned Mr. Mog.

Zhao Baosheng continued: “But you’ve never even seen Mr. Mog’s face, how do you know he’s your type?”

Zhao Jingrong answered with a light smile, “Dad, do you think I’m the type of person who is superficial enough to judge someone only by their appearance?” Appearance?

Could a good appearance bring you gold or silver?

Zhao Jingrong knew exactly what she wanted. She desired not just an exceptional lifestyle, but also ultimate glory!

Could that incompetent Mo Qishen provide her with such glory?

Madam Zhao nodded, “Jingrong, your mom supports you. You’re so outstanding. You could not only win over one Mr. Mog, but even ten of them.”

Jingrong’s two brothers agreed, their confidence in their sister completely unwavering.

Zhao Baosheng said, “What if Mr. Mog turns out to be a much older man?”

After all, the glory Mr. Mog had acquired was not something a young man could easily handle.

This man might even be older than him!

Zhao Jingrong gave a faint smile, “That would still be better than that good- for-nothing Mo Qishen.”

Zhao Baosheng sighed, “Alright, Jingrong, dad understands your point, I will find a time to discuss this matter with the Mo family.”

Zhao Jingrong gently put her nail polish on the coffee table, “Dad, you don’t have to find a time, we should cut the knot quickly. Let’s do it tomorrow, I will go with you.”

“Also,” Zhao Jingrong added, “Dad, breaking off the engagement is not a matter of negotiation, it is a necessity!”

Zhao Jingrong felt disgustingly nauseous just thinking about still being engaged to that good-for-nothing Mo Qishen, her skin breaking out in goosebumps.

“Little sister, we will accompany you.” Zhao Jingrong’s two older brothers said.

Madam Zhao added, “I’ll go with you too. Just in case the Mo family refuses to break off the engagement, we have strength in numbers.”

When the old lady from the Mo family found out that the Zhao family was coming the next day, she was so thrilled she could hardly close her mouth. She immediately ordered the servants to clean the entire house, inside and out, to show respect to the Zhao family.