Five years after my wife's death, she came back!

Shi Ying stared in surprise. How did he know?

But she still tried to argue, "No, it's because..."

Shi Ying held up one finger: "For one million."

Shang Yu can only be considered a vehicle for one million, so she is not lying.

With that thought in mind, Shi Ying became more confident and repeated affirmatively, "It's all for one million."

Shang Chenyan's deep eyes were fixed on her, as if he were considering the credibility of her words.

One million?

Although Shang Chenyan himself doesn't play games, his group has entertainment-related businesses, and he has also investigated the games developed by the group, where completing certain tasks can earn rewards.

Therefore, Shi Ying's task is to assist Shang Yu, and the reward is one million.

Thinking about it this way, Shang Chenyan's jealousy subsided a little. She only approached Shang Yu for money; she couldn't possibly have any real feelings for that young upstart.

"How can I get that million?"

I've encountered an even more difficult question to answer.

Shi Ying's eyes began to dart around, and she looked undeniably guilty.

"Hmm?" Shang Chenyan tightened his grip on the girl's waist slightly, his thin lips brushing against her earlobe. "Tell me, how can I get you this million?"

"Do you really want to tell me?" Shi Ying grabbed his sleeve and shook it. "Then I'll tell you, but you're not allowed to get angry, you're not allowed to scold me, and you're definitely not allowed to hit me."

Shang Chenyan: "...When have I ever cursed at you or hit you?"

"What do you mean, 'no'?" Shi Ying looked at him accusingly. "You even spanked me that night..."

Shang Chenyan: "..."

He covered the girl's mouth: "Shut up."

Shi Ying pulled his hand down: "Did I really tell?"

Shang Chenyan looked at her, and Shi Ying lowered her eyes, awkwardly taking out their old marriage certificate from the drawer under the desk and placing it in front of Shang Chenyan.

She pointed to the marriage certificate.

Shang Chenyan's temple throbbed.

"marry?"

Sensing the shock and disbelief in his tone, Shi Ying hurriedly tried to stand up: "You're the one who made me say it! I wasn't even planning to continue the mission!"

Shang Chenyan pulled her into his arms: "Shi Xiaoying, you're going to marry him? What about me?"

"No, I haven't thought about it right now..."

"So you had already thought about that?"

Shi Ying pouted in frustration and punched him lightly: "I didn't remember before, that's a million!"

Shang Chenyan grasped her wrist: "Yingying, I can give you as many million dollars as you want. Everything I have is yours."

Shi Ying twisted her legs and changed her position: "That's different, the currency doesn't circulate."

"And...and I also want to give some of the money to my mother. Even though we always argue, she's not in good health, and I want to take her for a checkup..."

Shi Ying hugged his neck and rubbed her face against his neck: "Before, I was thinking of completing the mission and getting a million, but now there's no way I can do that. But I have a compromise."

After saying that, she immediately looked at Shang Chenyan expectantly, waiting for him to ask more questions so that she could take the opportunity to express her thoughts.

Shang Chenyan took a deep breath, desperately suppressing his burning jealousy: "What method?"

"That's right. If I can understand Shang Yu very well and compile his life experiences, hobbies and interests, I can also get a part of the reward."

"I'm smart, aren't I!" Shi Ying looked up at him, waiting for him to praise her.

Shang Chenyan: "..." He didn't want to praise her.

But looking into her bright, sparkling eyes, and remembering what she had just mentioned about her mother, a million dollars meant nothing to him, but it might be very important to Shi Ying in another world.

He lowered his head and nuzzled her face with the tip of his nose: "Want to know more?"

Shi Ying was somewhat surprised by his magnanimity today, and she quickly pressed her advantage: "I understand the basics. If you run into him next time, you're not allowed to get angry when I talk to him, okay?"

Shang Chenyan pursed his lips and remained silent.

Shi Ying hugged his neck and rubbed against his neck: "Shang Chenyan, do you believe me? I really only like you."

He knew, of course, that she only liked him, but Shang Chenyan couldn't control the bittersweet jealousy rising in his heart.

Shi Ying coaxed him for a while, but seeing that he didn't respond at all, a little anger was about to rise in her heart: "You were the one who asked, and now you're unhappy after you know. I'm not talking to you anymore."

As she was about to push him away, Shang Chenyan quickly grabbed her chin: "I'm not angry."

He himself didn't believe it when he said that.

Shang Chenyan took a deep breath and compromised, "Okay, I won't stop you from talking."

Shi Ying happily kissed him on the chin: "Don't worry, as long as the mission is completed, I promise I'll listen to you."

Shang Chenyan pinched her little face and lowered his head to kiss her. Only such intimate contact could soothe the panic in his heart.

Sometimes he couldn't help but think that the little thing in his arms was probably sent by God to torment him, always wanting to leave and demanding that he agree to meet other men.

Yet he found joy in this torment.

Shang Chenyan pressed Shi Ying against the desk and kissed her. Shi Ying noticed his arousal and quickly turned her head away, saying, "The doctor said I can't for the next few days."

She hit her head and needs to rest for a few days.

"I know." The man's voice was tinged with suppressed breaths as he lightly pecked at her lips again and again. "Let me kiss you."

"Once you start kissing me, it'll never end." Although Shi Ying said this, she still obediently let him kiss her.

Until Shang Chenyan grabbed her hand and pulled her down.

Shi Ying's face turned red, and he swallowed back the words of his curse.

*

Late at night, Shang Shijin woke up to find the seat next to her empty.

She reached for her phone and glanced at it; it was 2 a.m.

The balcony door didn't seem to be closed properly; the curtains were blown open a crack by the wind, and a man's back could be vaguely seen.

Shang Shijin got up from the bed and walked towards the door.

on the balcony.

Yuan Song's face was grim. He yelled into the phone, "How many years has Chen Wangdu been in jail? Why is someone investigating him again?"

I don't know what was said on the other end, but Yuan Song's expression was gloomy: "Investigate carefully. If there are any traces left from back then that indicate contact with him, clean them up immediately."

The darkness concealed his cold gaze: "Think of a way to make sure he never comes out again."

With a "click," the balcony door was pushed open.