I, the wanderer of the universe, love making friends

Chapter 423 My nickname is Shen Bancheng
After hearing Shen Lang's words, Shen Yuru was silent for a long time.

He spoke slowly, his voice filled with confusion and bewilderment: "You said I lived here before, but why is it so cold and deserted here, with no trace of life?"

Without hesitation, Shen Lang blurted out, "You've always loved quiet and peaceful living, so you chose this secluded place to live. As for the servants at home, ever since you disappeared, I've been utterly devastated and have no time for anything else, so I dismissed them all."

After that, he took Shen Yuru into his arms, his eyes sincere and affectionate, and said seriously: "Yuru, promise me that you will never leave me again in the future, okay?"

Shen Yuru tilted her head slightly to avoid his fiery gaze. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Then tell me, what kind of person was I in the past?"

"You used to..." Shen Lang pretended to be lost in memories, his mind quickly searching through the scenes he had seen in the TV series like a kaleidoscope.

Then he began to speak, "You are a renowned talent, born into a family of scholars. Your father is a highly respected scholar, and your mother is an elegant and charming socialite. They have high hopes for you, and from a young age, they have invited various renowned teachers to teach you with great care."

"However, you are born with a rebellious spirit in your bones. You are extremely disgusted by the rigid and restrained aristocratic etiquette and the traditional model of cultivating a lady from a noble family."

As Shen Lang spoke, he observed Shen Yuru's reaction calmly.

Seeing that she was listening intently, he described it more vividly: "One time, you happened to see an opera performance and were captivated by its charm. Then, without telling your family, you secretly joined a troupe to learn the art. With diligence and hard work, you quickly rose to prominence through your own talent and hard work. It was then that I met you."

"Then what?" Shen Yuru asked.

Shen Lang said: "Then you fell in love with me at first sight and pursued me passionately."

"I'm pursuing you?" Shen Yuru's face was full of disbelief.

Shen Lang nodded firmly and said, "Yes, for my sake, you chose to be with me despite your family's strong opposition. However, considering your family's feelings, our wedding will be kept secret, and only we know about it."

Shen Yuru listened quietly, her brows furrowed, her eyes full of struggle, trying to find a trace of familiarity in Shen Lang's description, but her mind was still in chaos, without any impression at all.

She shook her head gently, a hint of loneliness in her tone: "But I still can't remember anything. All of this is too unfamiliar to me. I want to go back to the troupe first. My master and fellow apprentices are there. Maybe there, I can find some lost memories."

Shen Lang was extremely happy when he heard that she wanted to go back.

Because meeting Shen Yuru was a coincidence, many things were decided hastily. If she returned to the Shen family, she would definitely be exposed.

So he raised his hand and gently stroked Shen Yuru's hair, and said softly: "Okay, since you want to go back, I will take you there, but you have to promise me not to stay outside for too long and come back early. This is your home, and I will always be here waiting for you."

Shen Yuru bit her lip, not knowing whether to nod or shake her head.

After a few minutes, he slowly stood up.

A bang.

I wanted to put on my clothes, but I didn't expect that my clothes had been torn.

Shen Lang said, "The wardrobe is full of your clothes, put them on first."

Originally, this was a place where he occasionally made friends with other women, so it was normal to see a lot of women's clothes.

And there are some sex toys.

But I didn’t take it out today because I was afraid of scaring Shen Yuru.

Shen Yuru slowly walked to the wardrobe and gently opened the door.

In an instant, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, and a hint of surprise flashed in her originally dull eyes.

The wardrobe is filled with all kinds of designer clothes, each one exquisitely tailored and made of high-quality fabrics, emitting a low-key and luxurious luster under the dim light.

She subconsciously reached out her hand, her fingertips gently sliding across the soft fabric, feeling the delicate touch.

One of the royal blue evening gowns caught her attention. It was inlaid with tiny rhinestones, which sparkled charmingly when she touched it.

She couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Are these really my clothes?"

There was a hint of doubt in his voice that was hard to conceal.

Shen Lang remained expressionless and explained with a smile, "Of course, these are the styles you liked in the past. You have always had good taste in clothing and always carefully selected your clothes before going out. These are just a part of your many clothes."

Shen Yuru frowned slightly, but still no related memories emerged in her mind.

She picked up a white lace shirt and looked carefully at the exquisite embroidery on it, trying to find a familiar feeling in it.

Then she turned to look at Shen Lang and asked, "Where did I usually go wearing these clothes?" Shen Lang answered immediately, "We often attended some high society gatherings, and you always wore these beautiful clothes, shining in the crowd. Moreover, you also liked to wear them to go to some romantic places with me."

Shen Yuru sighed softly, put the clothes back into the closet, and began to choose clothes that were suitable for her current wear.

She chose a simple cheongsam, put it on, and fixed her hair in front of the mirror.

The self in the mirror, wearing this slightly unfamiliar but very fitting dress, actually has a unique temperament.

After changing clothes, he left.

Walk out of the room and into the yard.

The sun shone on her body, but Shen Yuru could not feel a trace of warmth, and the confusion in her heart followed her like a shadow.

Along the way, Shen Yuru looked out the window, but the hustle and bustle of the city seemed like passing clouds in her eyes.

Soon, the car returned to the theater entrance.

"I'll get off here." Shen Yuru said, "Give me some time. My mind is blank and I can't remember anything."

Shen Lang sighed softly and said, "Alright, I'll find the best doctor. You just stay in the troupe for now."

He had already made up his mind and would send someone to deliver the money when he returned.

Shen Tielan can stay in Shanghai as long as she wants without worrying about not making money.

I can also take the opportunity to meet Shen Yuru more often.

Shen Yuru nodded slowly and said, "Let's do this for now. You go and get busy first."

"I'll take you in." Shen Lang said.

Afterwards, he sent Shen Yuru to the theater and told Shen Tielan, "Boss Shen, Yuru said she wants to stay with the troupe for a few more days. I think you shouldn't rush to perform elsewhere during this time. Just stay in Shanghai. I will arrange the best theater for you and promote you well."

"Arrange the best theater?" Shen Tielan was shocked. "We're not even worthy of that status..."

Although the previous performances were well received by the audience, they were still not as good as the famous actors in the Qian troupe. If they could really perform in the best theater, it would be a huge opportunity for the Xiao Sixi Kun troupe.

Shen Lang waved his hand and said, "In Shanghai, I, Shen Lang, always keep my word. I am also nicknamed Shen Bancheng. Half of the commercial businesses in Shanghai belong to me. This matter is settled. You and your disciples should make good preparations."

"Okay, okay..." Shen Tielan was overjoyed and really didn't know how to express her excitement.

Shen Lang added, "I'm going to look for a name these days, so I'll trouble Master Shen to look after Yuru."

"Mr. Shen, that's not true. Yuru is my disciple and I have always treated her as my own daughter." Shen Tielan said.

While the two were talking, Shen Yuru had already returned to her residence and was surrounded by her fellow apprentice sisters.

Everyone was talking at once: "Juxian, why are you back?"

"Is that Mr. Shen really your husband? He looks so impressive!"

"Juxian, do you remember anything?"

The fellow sisters chatted with each other, asking with curiosity on their faces.

Shen Yuru smiled bitterly and shook her head: "I'm not sure either. He said I was his wife, but I can't remember anything. He told me a lot about my life, but I have no impression of it at all, so I plan to come back and stay for a few days."

After bidding farewell to Shen Lang, Shen Tielan prepared to announce Shen Lang's arrangements to her disciples.

After hearing what Shen Yuru said, he said, "Juxian, the troupe will always be your home. You can stay here as long as you want."

"Thank you, Master." Shen Yuru nodded slightly, but her mind inexplicably thought of Shen Lang.

Thinking of what he said, 'My hit is very big'.

Is it true that he is torn apart?
Otherwise, why would it still be burning hot now?

(End of this chapter)