Rebirth of a Village Girl Chapter 1402 - 357: They are biological sisters!
"I am heading to the Garden to check on Ziyao!" Old Lady Mo declared.
With those words, she spun around and exited the room.
Ni Yang settled Mo Ziyin onto the bed with care before reaching out to take the sobbing Mo Zi’an into her arms. "Erbao, stop crying now, Mommy is here."
Recognizing Ni Yang’s voice, the infant opened his eyes to take a peek.
The moment Ni Yang pulled him close, his wailing ceased entirely.
His tiny fingers reached out, clutching at the loose strands of her hair.
Ignoring the slight tugging pain, Ni Yang leaned down to press a kiss against the little one.
Suddenly, Mo Qishen darted his hand out to shield the baby’s face, causing Ni Yang’s lips to land squarely on the back of his hand instead.
"What are you doing?" Ni Yang asked, looking up with a confused expression.
Mo Qishen remarked, "His face is a mess of tears, saliva, and snot—it’s disgusting! We should clean him up first..."
Perhaps a good scrubbing would make him more presentable.
The shunned Mo Baobao: "..." Dammit! Is this really my biological father?
Mo Qishen went on, "This brat is so stubborn; I even imitated a dog barking, yet he wouldn't listen! I have no clue what he actually wants!"
The little Mo Baobao, rejected by his own dad: "..." You’re only bullying me because I haven't learned to talk yet!
Ni Yang chuckled and replied, "How old do you think he is!? Do you really expect him to understand a dog barking? He’s likely just hungry. Go outside for a bit; I need to nurse the baby."
"I’m his father, not some stranger," Mo Qishen argued, clearly reluctant to leave.
"Get out, now." Ni Yang shot him a sharp look, and Mo Qishen immediately surrendered. He scooped up the child and hurried out of the room.
As a married couple, they had long since lost any sense of modesty around one another. Ni Yang wasn't worried about him seeing her; rather, she knew Mo Qishen had a habit of trying to compete with his own child for food!
He was a grown man and a father now!
He truly has no shame!
Ni Yang saw through his petty schemes perfectly, though she chose not to call him out on it.
Carrying the infant to the outer hall, Mo Qishen casually set the little guy down on the sofa and picked up a financial newspaper to read.
Now that he was full and satisfied, the little one didn't make a fuss. He simply lay there, staring up at the ceiling with wide, round eyes.
Mo Qishen glanced toward Mo Ziyin with a satisfied smirk. "That’s better. If you dare to start crying again, I’ll toss you in the garbage! Why are you glaring at me? You think I won't do it? You little rascal! You have no idea what kind of ghosts and goblins your father has faced down before. You think I can’t handle you?"
Little Mo Ziyin struggled to pull his small hands out from his sleeves and began to gnaw on them.
Mo Qishen returned his attention to the newspaper.
Half an hour passed before Ni Yang finished feeding and emerged from the room.
"Mo Ge, where is Ziyin?"
"He's on the sofa," Mo Qishen answered.
"Which sofa?" Ni Yang pressed.
Mo Qishen lowered the paper. "He’s right here next to me—"
He turned his head, but the child was nowhere to be seen.
Where did the baby go?
Mo Qishen was completely stunned!
"He was just here a second ago!" Mo Qishen jumped up and suggested, "Could Mom have come and taken him?" He had been so engrossed in the news that he hadn't noticed the child's disappearance!
"You were supposed to be keeping an eye on Ziyin, and you've already managed to lose him!" Frustrated, Ni Yang hurried to the window and shouted, "Mom, do you have Ziyin with you?"
The window overlooked the Garden, where Old Lady Mo and Old Man Mo were currently taking a stroll with one of the children.
It took two shouts before Old Lady Mo responded, "He’s not here! Xiaobao isn't with me! Your father and I are walking with Dabao!"
Hearing this, Ni Yang felt a wave of cold dread. She turned back to Mo Qishen. "Did anyone else enter the house just now?"
Mo Qishen’s complexion turned pale. "No one."
"Then where could he be? He’s only a month old; it’s not like he can walk away on his own!"
"Wah!"
Suddenly, a sharp cry pierced the air.
Recognizing the sound, Ni Yang breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly knelt down and looked toward the noise. "Ziyin? Xiaobao?"
To her surprise, little Mo Ziyin was lying right under the coffee table.
Because the table was somewhat tall and draped with a long tablecloth, he was completely hidden unless someone crouched down to look.
Mo Qishen scrambled to pick up the infant. "Son, how did you end up down there? You nearly gave your daddy a heart attack!"
This little brat!
No wonder he had been so quiet on the sofa earlier.
He was just waiting for this moment!
Mo Qishen was so annoyed he felt like giving the kid a swat, but he had to maintain his persona as a loving father.
He couldn't let the mask slip!
Not even a little!
Ni Yang gave him a sharp kick. "You were in charge of Ziyin; is this how you watch him? Did you just leave him alone on the sofa again? He is so small—do you realize how badly he could have been hurt if there wasn't a carpet on the floor?"