I was sold when I opened my eyes! My sick and disabled husband comforts me every night after he wake

Although Ling Jiawei didn't have much affection for his brother-in-law whom he had never met, Lan Zhi kept pulling him along, so he couldn't refuse.

When they arrived at Mo Ning's door, the door was opened from the inside, and Yuan Tianxiong pushed Mo Ning out of the room.

The moment Ling Jiawei saw Mo Ning, his expression turned even more unpleasant.

He immediately pulled Lan Zhi aside and asked her with displeasure,

"When my mother made you marry him, you agreed? Didn't I tell you before I left that no matter what happened, you had to wait for me to come back?"

"Big brother, Mo Ning is doing well..."

“I heard everything from Tang Jun. He’s a living dead man. Tell me, didn’t my mother force you? It seems all the things I said to her before I left were for nothing. Come on, come home with me now and return the betrothal gifts…”

"Big brother..."

Seeing that Ling Jiawei was getting agitated, Lan Zhi quickly lowered her voice to comfort him.

"Brother, that's not true. I married Mo Ning willingly, and he treated me very well. He recovered quickly too."

She wanted to tell her older brother that Mo Ning had recovered, but Mo Ning didn't want others to know, so she held back.

Ling Jiawei angrily pointed his finger at Mo Ning.

“Look at him like that, do you think I’m blind? I really hate myself for trying to save on travel expenses and waiting here for the results. Lan Zhi, how much dowry did my mother ask for? I’ll return it to him now. You should quickly write him a letter of divorce.”

Seeing her elder brother becoming increasingly agitated, Lan Zhi immediately held up two fingers. Ling Jiawei eagerly pressed for an answer.

"Twenty taels?"

Lan Zhi shook her head.

"Two hundred taels..."

"What?"

Ling Jiawei immediately showed a surprised expression.

"Two hundred taels? My mother accepted two hundred taels from someone?"

“Yes, the old lady took two hundred taels of silver from Mo Ningniang. Brother, if you can come up with two hundred taels, I will go with you. If you can't, then listen to me.”

Ling Jiawei immediately slapped his thigh in frustration.

“If I had two hundred taels, I would have gone home long ago. Why would I be working as a laborer here? Lan Zhi! I'm sorry for putting you through this, brother…”

At this point, Ling Jiawei squatted down, covered his face with his hands, and began to sob.

This scene surprised everyone present. Lan Zhi quickly squatted down beside him and gently comforted him:

"Brother, didn't I tell you? I'm really doing great now. You've seen it yourself. I have this big house, and I have all these people with me. This is a life I never dared to dream of before. Don't be sad anymore. I'm really doing well."

But no matter how she explained, Ling Jiawei only believed what he had heard and what he had seen with his own eyes.

He slapped his knee hard and sighed.

"Sigh! My mother only cares about money. She thinks that if she finds you a rich man, I won't blame her anymore. She's so foolish!"

Mo Ning pushed the wheelchair to their side and said to himself:

"Big brother, my family has no money. All of this belongs to Lan Zhi."

Upon hearing this, Ling Jiawei looked up at Lan Zhi in astonishment. He couldn't believe that the timid, cowardly, and tearful Lan Zhi could have everything she had now.

He gave a wry smile, nodded, and then slowly stood up from the ground.

"You can say that everything about you belongs to Lan Zhi, which means you are sincere towards Lan Zhi. Well, since Lan Zhi is willing, what can I, as her older brother, say?"

After saying this, he glanced at Lan Zhi and prepared to leave, but Lan Zhi quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"Brother, where are you going?"

Ling Jiawei sighed softly.

"I have to work tomorrow, so I can't stay any longer."

"Brother, please eat before you leave. The food is ready."

Ling Jiawei shook his head even more forcefully, "Seeing that you're doing well, I'm relieved."

At this point, he took another step forward, then stopped and murmured:

"Lan Zhi, I'm sorry, please take care of yourself."

After saying those words, he turned his back to her, scribbled something on his face, and strode toward the door.

"Big brother..."

Lan Zhi quickly caught up with him.

"Brother, have some food before you go. I'm really fine, I didn't lie to you."

But Ling Jiawei didn't believe it; he gritted his teeth in hatred.

"If you think it's good, then it's fine. We'll provide meals there. I'll be going now."

"Big brother..."

She called out to him weakly, but he had already stepped out of the door. By the time she chased after him, he had already turned out of the alley and disappeared from her sight.

She knew her elder brother felt sorry for her, and that her marriage to Mo Ning was not of her own volition, but must have been forced by her aunt.

But she's really doing very well now, and Mo Ning's health has recovered. Why doesn't her brother believe it?

She turned back dejectedly and saw everyone looking at her with pity. She helplessly spread her hands.

"Big brother's gone, let's eat!"

Mo Ning's eyes revealed heartache, yet also helplessness.

He desperately wanted to stand up and tell Ling Jiawei that he was no longer disabled and that he was capable of taking care of Lan Zhi.

But he dared not do that; he had to endure for three more days…

"Haha, the food smells so good..."

Just as everyone was about to go eat, Wei Jian'an's voice came in. Mo Ning hurriedly adjusted his mask, while Yuan Tianxiong turned around and went back into the house when no one was paying attention.

Yu Jie, terrified, hid behind Lan Zhi, muttering anxiously.

"Why is my elder brother here? Lan Zhi, what should I do? If he finds out I secretly left the palace, I'm doomed."

Lan Zhi quickly pointed in the direction of the storeroom.

"You go over there, I'll find a way to get her away."

Yu Jie peeked furtively towards the door before turning and disappearing into the storeroom. Lan Zhi then turned back to Wei Jian'an, who had already entered, and stepped forward to stop him.

"Why has Your Highness the Crown Prince come?"

Wei Jian'an sized up the people in the courtyard, raised his eyebrows, and said:

"I came by the smell. Your family must be stewing fish. I could smell it as soon as I entered the alley."

Lan Zhi rolled her eyes at him helplessly and muttered under her breath.

"That nose is just as good as the yellow dog in my backyard..."

Wei Jian'an pointed to his nose, questioning him with considerable dissatisfaction.

"You called me a dog?"

"Your Highness is of noble status, how can you be compared to a dog?"

"you……"

Wei Jian'an nodded angrily as he said:

"Okay, I'm not here to argue with you."

As he spoke, he glanced at Mo Ning, who was sitting in a wheelchair, staring at him with resentful eyes, and then moved closer to him with his foot.

Mo Ning stared directly at his approaching face, her fists clenching tighter and tighter on the armrests of her wheelchair.

At this moment, Yuan Tianxiong, who was peeking out through the crack in the door, noticed Wei Jian'an's unusual behavior. He gritted his teeth, gripped the long sword in his hand tightly, and secretly made up his mind that if Wei Jian'an dared to harm the young master in the slightest, he would rush out and fight him to the death.

Seeing Wei Jian'an walk towards Mo Ning, Lan Zhi quickly stepped in front of Mo Ning, glaring fiercely at Wei Jian'an.

"What does Your Highness intend to do?"