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The soft body crashed into his arms, and Wei Jinyi immediately stiffened.
He should have stood firm, but because of the sudden impact from Wei Ruo, he lost his balance and fell backward into the thick snow.
Xiumei instinctively wanted to help, but Xiaobei pulled her back.
Xiaobei whispered, “Miss Xiumei, let young master and young lady handle it themselves. My young master is strong, this fall won’t hurt him.”
Xiumei hesitated, but seeing Wei Jinyi looking fine, she decided to listen.
After falling, Wei Ruo braced her hands on the ground, trying to get up from Wei Jinyi’s body.
But whether from weakness or dizziness, she slipped and fell back down again.
Wei Ruo couldn’t help but laugh. “Second Brother, luckily I crashed into you. If I had fallen into another man’s arms, it would’ve been straight out of a cheesy romance story.”
Since it was her own brother, it wasn’t a big deal.
In Wei Ruo’s mind, holding hands or hugging her brother was nothing unusual.
Wei Jinyi stared at her face so close to his, his heart beating strangely.
“Second Brother,” Wei Ruo murmured again.
That one call brought Wei Jinyi back to his senses. He propped one hand on the ground, wrapped his other arm around her waist, and quickly stood up.
Then he placed Wei Ruo onto a chair. “Don’t move around.”
“Second Brother, are you angry?” Wei Ruo asked, sensing something off in his expression.
“No.”
Of course, he wasn’t angry with her. Even if he was angry, it was at himself, never at her.
“Ruo’er, you’re not alone,” Wei Jinyi said to her.
“Hm?” Wei Ruo tilted her head, puzzled.
“In the future, no matter what festival it is, I’ll spend it with you,” Wei Jinyi said seriously.
Wei Ruo froze, her silly dazed expression leaving Wei Jinyi unsure whether it was the wine talking or if his words had truly confused her.
After a moment, Wei Ruo grinned at him. “Second Brother, you’re so good to me.”
“You’re even better to me.” His gaze deepened.
“Then we’re both good to each other!”
“Mm.” Wei Jinyi gave a soft reply.
Wei Ruo fussed and chattered for a while before gradually growing drowsy. Taking advantage of her lack of resistance, Wei Jinyi asked Xiimei to escort her back.
By the time she was laid in bed, Wei Ruo was already fast asleep. Xiumei helped her wash up a little, tucked her in, and let her rest peacefully.
When Wei Ruo woke again, it was already close to dawn the next day.
Blinking in a daze, the events of last night slowly came back to her. She hadn’t blacked out—she remembered it all.
She had drunk too much, then clung to her second brother and launched into a chatterbox’s tirade, saying all sorts of things she would never normally say.
Thinking about how she had gone on and on, Wei Ruo felt so embarrassed that she could curl her toes right through the floor.
She turned her head toward the pillow and saw the golden pixiu Wei Jinyi had given her.
Lifting it again, she felt its weight—solid, finely crafted.
Second Brother knew she loved money, yet he never thought she was petty. Instead, he gave her a pixiu, a symbol of fortune and wealth.
Casting a glance at Xiumei, who was still asleep outside, Wei Ruo quietly drew the bed curtains and slipped into her space.
Inside, she placed the golden pixiu in the little house where she stored her silver.
That house was rather empty now. Most of her savings had already been invested into farmland, workshops, and shops.
Wei Ruo then walked to the fields. She now had four plots of farmland. Production efficiency had improved greatly compared to before, though upgrading required more experience now—four thousand points for the next level.
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