When Baoning got home, it was past the hour of You, and the sky was full of stars.

Feng Yongjia lifted the curtain and asked Baoning to get out of the car. Putting aside other things, Feng Yongjia was a very elegant man, a bit bookish, and polite in his speech.

"Little Madam, please take my arm and I will help you."

In a flash, Feng Yongjia only caught a glimpse of Baoning's outline. Seeing that she was petite and not very old, he subconsciously added the word "little" before "madam".

Baoning leaned forward, and Feng Yongjia could see her face clearly.

The girl who was raised by him had fair and soft cheeks, a healthy pink, long eyelashes, clear eyes, and sparkling water. She was a beauty he had never seen before.

Feng Yongjia couldn't help but be distracted for a moment.

"Thank you, but it's not necessary." Bao Ning didn't take his arm. He held the car door and jumped lightly, then landed steadily on the ground.

Feng Yongjia was a little disappointed. He withdrew his hands and let them hang at his sides, rubbing them between his thumbs. With the corner of his eye, he saw the driver busy moving Pei Yuan's wheelchair down. He reacted and hurried to help.

The wheelchair fell to the ground. Feng Yongjia was wondering who the benefactor his father was talking about was and why he needed such a thing. Could it be an old man? Then he saw Bao Ning reaching out his hand into the car. Soon

, a pair of large hands with distinct joints stretched out from inside, grasped Bao Ning's hands, and using the force, slowly got out of the car and sat on the wheelchair.

Feng Yongjia's mind was all on the folded hands. He was stunned for a moment, his heart aching, a little regretful, and a little resentful.

How could such a good and beautiful young woman marry a paralytic? Look at this shabby yard. It's not bad at all, not to mention that the house is bare. How can some men be so lucky? It's really unfair. Why can't he have such a good thing?

Baoning squatted down to help Pei Yuan tidy up the small blanket on his legs. Just when he was about to thank the driver and go back to the yard, he saw Pei Yuan's unfriendly face.

Pei Yuan frowned, tapped the handrail impatiently with his index finger, and shouted: "Have you seen enough?"

Feng Yongjia was frightened by the voice, and he came to his senses and met Pei Yuan's sharp eyes.

Feng Yongjia was stunned. He didn't expect that the person sitting on the wheelchair was a young man. He had a good appearance and extraordinary aura. Although he was sitting, his eyes looked down on others, which made him feel numb. He

was just a cripple and a poor guy.

Thinking of this, Feng Yongjia's slightly depressed mood cheered up again.

He remembered what his father said, that the man in front of him was the benefactor of his family. Feng Yongjia thought to himself that this man might have been rich in the past and helped his father. Now that he was poor, it was right for them to help him. But it was not right for him to have such a beautiful young lady. How could he be worthy of her? Fate was so unfair.

Feng Yongjia felt aggrieved, but he could not do anything to change it. He could only hold his breath, pretending not to see Pei Yuan's displeasure, and turned to Bao Ning to show his courtesy.

He had a genial face and introduced himself: "Madam, my name is Feng Yongjia, and I am the young master of Shanyang Racecourse. If you need any help, just come to me directly. When you arrive at the racecourse, tell me my name."

Pei Yuan sneered, looked at him for a while with a half-smile, and looked at him with disdain in his eyes.

Feng Yongjia was thinking something. They were all men, how could he not know. He was a despicable villain, not worth mentioning, and it was like dirtying his hands to deal with him.

Pei Yuan did not even pay attention to him, looked away, and said to Bao Ning: "Go back."

Bao Ning responded.

Feng Yongjia stood there, watching Baoning open the fence door and push Pei Yuan in. She waved back and Saifeng followed. Under the silver moonlight, the outline of Baoning's back was dazzled by the light, blinding his eyes.

A khaki puppy heard the sound, rushed out of the house, and circled around her feet. Pei Yuan stretched out his hand, and the puppy jumped onto his lap.

A harmonious and happy scene.

After a while, the two entered the house, the door was closed, the lights were turned on, and Feng Yongjia was still there, staring at them foolishly.

The driver couldn't stand it any longer, so he went down and grabbed his shoulder: "Hey, young man, are you going to leave or not? What are you looking at here?"

Feng Yongjia was in a state of despair, muttering: "Fate is unfair, unfair, how can I deserve it..."

The driver didn't understand what he was saying, and said impatiently: "If you don't leave, you can run back by yourself. I will go back to Beijing by myself."

Feng Yongjia suddenly sighed, clenched his right fist and hit the palm of his left hand, stamped his feet, turned around and climbed onto the carriage.

The driver looked at him blankly, muttered: "You are sick." He got on the horse and left.

...

In the house, Baoning knelt on the kang and spread the quilt. He hadn't come back all day, and the fire in the stove was out. The house was a little cold, and when he reached in, the quilt was also cold.

Baoning asked Pei Yuan to sit on a stool, and put a dress on his shoulders, and said, "Fourth Prince, sit here for a while. I'll go boil some water, wash up and go to bed."

She patted her skirt and was about to go out.

Pei Yuan called her and waved, "Come here."

"What's the matter?" Baoning went to his side. Pei Yuan was tall, and when he sat down, he was not much shorter than her. When he raised his hand, he touched her shoulder.

He pushed down gently and said, "Squat down."

Baoning didn't understand what was going on. She gathered up her skirt and folded it in front of her belly, squatted down obediently, raised her face, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Ah Huang circled around Baoning, and also stopped, jumped, and put his two front paws on Pei Yuan's knees.

Pei Yuan looked at the two pairs of black eyes in front of him and couldn't help laughing. The room was not big, the two people and the dog looked at each other calmly, Pei Yuan felt a rare sense of peace in his heart.

He reached out and took off the hairpin on Baoning's hair.

Baoning was dazed, she only felt her hair lighten, she reached out to touch it, without the hairpin to hold it, her hair had loosened.

Pei Yuan reached out and grabbed a few more handfuls, untied all her long hair, smoothed it from top to bottom, and whispered: "It looks better like this."

"Why did you take off my hairpin." Baoning complained, she picked up her hair, patted the ends of her hair, and said distressedly, "It's touching the ground."

Pei Yuan held his chin with his hand and looked at her for a while. He liked Baoning like this, with her long hair piled on her shoulders, which made her skin look whiter, her face softer, and a little charming in her gentleness.

Pei Yuan picked up Ah Huang and held him in his arms, saying to Bao Ning: "Change your name from now on, don't call me that, it sounds strange."

Bao Ning reacted for a while, and then remembered that he was talking about what she called him the Fourth Prince just now.

Bao Ning smiled and said: "Then what should I call you?"

Pei Yuan said: "It's not like I don't have a name."

Baoning called him, "Pei Yuan?" She was cautious and tentative, and Pei Yuan felt comfortable.

He hooked her chin teasingly and coaxed her, "Call me brother."

Baoning's cheeks flushed, and she slapped the back of his hand and whispered, "It's really annoying."

She rubbed her hot earlobes, stood up and walked out, "I'll go boil some water."

It was too late to get home, and they were all tired. Baoning prepared warm water for Pei Yuan to wash and sent it to him. After thinking for a moment, she poured a pot of hot water and put it in his quilt. Baoning

remembered what Aunt Ming said, and was worried about Pei Yuan's health. She was afraid that he would catch a cold and get worse, so she wanted to be more careful.

Pei Yuan sneered at such things. He was full of masculinity and felt hot even in thin clothes. Baoning insisted on serving him like a woman in confinement. He wanted to refuse, but seeing Baoning's worried eyes, he gave in.

Baoning went out with peace of mind. She hooked her little finger, and Ah Huang ran out with her, shaking her hips. She blew out the lights before leaving.

Pei Yuan lay down, kicked the soup pot to his feet, and closed his eyes.

It was late at night and he couldn't sleep after being tired during the day. He stared at the ceiling and thought about the future.

Originally, he was alone, and it didn't matter how he struggled. Whether he lived or died was his own business. Now it's different. He has a little burden and a concern.

He can't do whatever he wants.

...

In the west room, Baoning washed up, wrapped a quilt around her shoulders, and went to see the jar of leeches that Aunt Ming had given her.

She was afraid of insects, so she hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to open it. After holding her breath, she finally made up her mind, opened the lid a little, and took a peek inside.