nd I looked up at the canopy, sighing. 。While failure is the mother of success, only the one who has failed knows how painful it can be. 。And I don't want to make myself suffer anymore. 。Thinking abou...Ning Yuan, seeing the situation, wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

She could only close her eyes, lowering her hands instinctively to shield her head, but the next moment—

With a "crack!" the sharp wind swept across.

A tall, slender figure suddenly pulled her into his arms, sweeping aside the things that had been thrown at her with a skillful move.

Ning Yuan paused, instinctively raising her head to look at the man who had shielded her in his arms.

Róng Zhāonán lowered his head: “Is something the matter”

She hurriedly shook her head, instinctively stepping out of his arms: "I'm fine!"

But the next moment, it slammed to one side, instantly emitting a nauseating stench.

"Ugh!" Ning Yuan instinctively covered her nose, almost vomiting. She was both angry and disgusted—

It's actually poop!

"What a jerk! Not only did he steal from me, but he also smashed my poop!" Ning Yuan stomped her feet angrily and chased after him.

It's so disgusting, it makes me nauseous!

If that lump of poop hit her on the forehead, she'd have nightmares for three days straight and wouldn't want to eat anything.

Rong Zhaonan moved faster than her, like an arrow leaving the string. He rushed to the shadow in just a few moves.

He kicked back at the other person, but just as his foot was about to connect, he stopped mid-kick.

The opponent was blown by a strong wind, stumbled and fell to the ground. The pot also fell to the ground, spilling half of its contents.

The thief fell down, but he wasn't afraid of the hot porridge. He hurriedly reached out and grabbed the dirty porridge that had spilled on the ground and put it back into the pot. "My porridge!"

Ning Yuan gasped for breath and rushed to the thief's face, angrily reaching out to grab his collar: "This is my porridge!"

At this, she was taken aback.

Under the moonlight, she could clearly see that she was clutching a withered old woman with white hair, a pointed nose and sharp cheekbones.

The other person was glaring at her menacingly, reaching out with a death grip on the aluminum pot handle: "Mine, this porridge is mine, give it to me!"

That old woman was so thin, there was just a skeleton left. It was unknown where she got all that strength, but she grabbed the porridge while also reaching out to scratch Ning Yuan's face viciously.

"Alright, Summer Grandma, don't go too far!" Rong Zhaonan grabbed the old woman's hand.

Otherwise, her nails would scratch Ningyuan's eyes.

Ning Yuan was furious, she slapped the old lady's hand away with a "pa" and snatched the pot: “Let go! This porridge was made by me, this is my pot, and my fish!”

This is just ridiculous, this wicked old woman threw feces at her, stole her porridge, and even tried to scratch her eyes!

The old woman with a pointed face watched as she couldn't grab the rice pot, and was dragged away by Rong Zhaonan herself, unable to struggle.

She opened her mouth wide, and suddenly plopped down on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

"My porridge, my porridge, it is my porridge! I'm going to the commune to report that you secretly dug into the public wall and stole my porridge!"

Ning Yuan stared blankly at the elderly woman, who looked like a piece of braised pork. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

> If another few decades pass, if the old woman takes a tumble one day, she's probably going to lose everything, isn't she

Still, Rong Zhaonan let go of his hand and squatted down, addressing Grandma Xia coldly: "Grandma Xia, if you keep making a fuss, I won't share any food with you guys from now on."

Just that one sentence instantly stopped Grandma Xia's tears.

She glared at Rong Zhaonan fiercely: "I knew you'd turn into a heartless scoundrel once you got married and hopped into bed with your wife!"

"Cough cough cough..." Ning Yuan was about to blush, this was what century, who would dare say such a thing!

Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow: "Summer Grandmother, don't talk nonsense. You went too far today."

Xia A-po snorted coldly, hunched over and climbed up, shaking the dirt off her body.

"What's wrong with me What did I say wrong! You got married and didn't even give us some food. I came to get it myself, what's the matter Hurry up and tell that dead girl to bring me some porridge, my husband and I are waiting to eat."

Ning Yuan was also convinced. She had never seen anyone beg for food so matter-of-factly and even threaten her

She held the pot, sneered and said, "I cooked this rice. He may not even have a share, let alone you!"

She can't help but notice the connection between Rong Zhaonan and this old woman.

But she had been a pushover her whole life, and she didn't want to be taken advantage of anymore!

Summer Ah Po saw this, she was immediately shocked, pointing at her trembling voice: "You you you......this shrew!"

Ning Yuan rolled her eyes. "You have the nerve to call me a shrew"

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked away carrying the pot.

But the next moment, a big hand suddenly grasped her hand: "Wait a minute, Ning Yuan, Xia A-po's husband is ill, this pot of porridge should be given to her."

Ning Yuan turned her head and looked at Rong Zhaonan, asking with an emotionless face, "What does it have to do with me"

He spoke in such a commanding tone, did he really think they were married

Even if they were married, so what

With an air of self-evident truth, she suddenly remembered her former husband, Li Yan, being just like that.

After getting married and returning to her hometown, she was constantly visited by relatives—aunts, uncles, and cousins—who would all come to stay at their house for extended periods, asking for money or favors.

Every time, she has to wait on him by cooking and cleaning.

Li Yan never asked her opinion and always gave such notices in a tone of orders, like "so-and-so is coming to stay, hurry up and buy groceries and cook."

Their wages are not high, and they even have to borrow money to get by. They want to make their families back home happy when they return.

The reason is that one should not only focus on their own family and ignore the feelings of relatives and friends in the countryside.

But why She's just married to him, yet she acts like she married someone from the same village.

She didn't owe anyone favors, but she was the one who served and got tired.

Frugal living means even buying eggs, you have to compare prices. Two cents cheaper is still better than the other place, no matter how much you do.

Whenever she uttered two words of complaint, Li Yan would criticize her for being immodest, unrefined, and lacking in grace. He found nothing good about her.

Rong Zhaonan watched Ning Yuan suddenly turn cold, her expression making him taken aback.

Why is her reaction so big....

The man involuntarily loosened his grip and said in a low voice, "Consider this one favor owed to you. Mr. Tang is not well these days, with many things on his plate, so he hasn't been able to send them any food."

Ning Yuan glanced at Grandma Xia, seeing her staring at him, but couldn't help but swallow nervously. The whole person looked thin, dirty, and smelly.

She carried the pot and suddenly walked towards the front of the path: "Alright, I remember. I'll bring this pot to you."

Is Rong the big shot owing me a favor

This is great!

She had no good feelings for Xia A-po.

But she was very curious, wondering what kind of person could lend a helping hand to Lord Rong when he was in such a perilous situation himself.ender and not record it."Tang ZaiZai's fingertips were digging into her palms, almost to the point of bleeding. But she knew she couldn't...couldn't collapse right then and there, nor could she snatch...