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

Throughout the journey, Shang Chenyan remained silent. Shi Ying cautiously stole glances at him: "Mr. Shang, is there anything urgent at the company?"

Shang Chenyan said expressionlessly, "What, haven't you had enough yet?"

"No, that's not it..." Shi Ying noticed that he seemed to be in a bad mood, so she stopped talking.

They drove back to the company in silence. Shi Ying got out of the car, but saw the man still sitting in the driver's seat. She asked, "President Shang, aren't you getting out?"

Shang Chenyan gripped the steering wheel tightly: "You go up first."

He was in a bad mood. Thinking about how the two of them had chatted happily just now, a wave of jealousy surged through his heart.

He needs some quiet time.

Shi Ying gave an "oh" and didn't ask any more questions before jogging into the company gate.

After watching the girl go inside, Shang Chenyan received a phone call.

"Mr. Shang, we've caught him."

Shang Chenyan raised an eyebrow slightly: "Where?"

"He's quite cunning. He knew we were waiting for him at the airport, so he came to hide in this abandoned factory at No. 20 in the western suburbs."

Shang Chenyan scoffed upon hearing this: "Keep an eye on him, I'm coming right now."

Just when I was feeling incredibly angry and had nowhere to vent, someone delivered themselves right to my door.

*

With Shang Chenyan absent, Shi Ying enjoyed a leisurely afternoon, even going out for a while with Jiang Mingxue after get off work.

In the evening, a white car drove on the quiet road. The place to eat was a bit far away, so Shi Ying simply took a taxi home.

She was playing on her phone when suddenly the car veered sharply to the side and crashed into the guardrail with a loud bang.

"What happened?" Shi Ying was startled and quickly protected her head. Luckily, she was wearing a seatbelt, so she didn't hit her head.

"The car seems to have a problem."

The driver got out of the car, glanced at it, and said apologetically, "The car has broken down. Don't worry, I'll call someone to tow it right away."

To avoid the evening traffic jams, the driver took the elevated road in the western suburbs. Shi Ying couldn't hail another taxi for a while and could only wait with the driver for the insurance company to arrive.

The western suburbs were very quiet at night. Shi Ying leaned back in her seat and rolled down the car window to get some fresh air when she saw some movement in the woods across the street.

A dark figure stumbled out, chased by several people who kicked him to the ground.

"Mr. Shang, I know I was wrong! Please, please forgive me..."

Shi Ying couldn't see exactly what was happening, but the sharp, pleading cries were somewhat eerie.

*

Liu Yong's clothes were tattered, and his head was covered in blood. He managed to run away from the factory, but he was still caught.

He lay on the ground in despair, watching the man being escorted by a crowd.

The man held a cigarette between his clean, slender fingers, wisps of white smoke rising and brushing against the back of his hand, where veins were faintly bulging, before silently spreading into the air.

Shang Chenyan looked down at the weeping man and casually exhaled a puff of smoke.

He was wearing a black suit, but the top two buttons of his shirt collar were undone, unlike his usual meticulous style.

The moonlight fell on his sharp, handsome face, reflecting his cold and indifferent expression.

Ignoring his injuries, Liu Yong scrambled to his knees before him, pleading, "President Shang, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have lied to you. I'll pay you back all the money you lost, even double it!"

Seeing his dirty hands trying to grab his trouser leg, Shang Chenyan clicked his tongue and stepped on it.

"Ah!" Liu Yong let out a wail.

"Do you think I need your little bit of money?" Shang Chenyan slowly squatted down. "You're the first person who dares to play me."

Liu Yong was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe. He felt incredibly regretful. How could he have been so blinded by greed and gotten involved with such a madman?

Seeing him trembling like a leaf, Shang Chenyan clicked his tongue in disgust. Where was the courage he had when he betrayed him?

A ruthless glint appeared in his eyes. He raised the hand holding the cigarette and pressed the scarlet cigarette butt onto the back of the man's hand.

Liu Yong's scream startled the driver, who accidentally honked the horn.

The beeping sound was particularly noticeable in the quiet night.

Shang Chenyan immediately looked in that direction.

The moment he turned around, Shi Ying saw his face clearly.

She gasped for breath, her scalp tingled, and she reflexively closed the car window.

The only sound in the carriage was her rapid breathing.

Is that Shang Chenyan?

In the instant she was stunned, Shang Chenyan had already crossed the road and was walking towards her.

The car window was knocked on.

After a long standoff, Shi Ying had no choice but to grit her teeth and roll down the car window again.

"What are you doing here so late?" Shang Chenyan's expression remained gentle, as if the scream Shi Ying had just heard was an illusion.

She swallowed hard. "The car...broke down..."

Shang Chenyan's eyes narrowed as he looked at her pale face.

Did I scare you?

Shi Ying gripped the hem of her dress tightly; she was a little frightened.

She didn't expect to see Shang Chenyan here. His appearance just now was quite different from what she had seen before.

Shang Chenyan frowned: "The person you just saw wasn't a good person."

"He stole the core technology of the drone that Shang's Group was going to develop next quarter and sold it to my competitor, causing the group to lose 300 million yuan. It took me several months to find him."

Shi Ying stared wide-eyed in shock: "Corporate espionage?"

Shang Chenyan sighed, "Yes, the project I've been preparing for for a long time can't be moved forward now."

He glanced back at the spot where he had just been, and his men had already cleaned it up efficiently.

"I was so angry that I wanted to find someone to beat him up."

"Well... he broke the law, you should call the police..." Shi Ying said dryly.

Shang Chenyan nodded: "You're right, I acted impulsively."

Hearing him say that, Shi Ying was momentarily stunned.

Just then, someone drove up and parked a car on the side of the road.

Shang Chenyan opened the car door for her: "It's too late, I'll take you home first."

Shi Ying hesitated.

Shang Chenyan bent down and reached into the car to unbuckle her seatbelt, his slightly warm fingertips brushing against her hand that had been gripping the belt.

They were very close, and she could feel his warm breath.

Shang Chenyan turned his head unexpectedly, and their eyes met.

Shi Ying pushed him away in a bit of a panic and got out of the car herself.

Today she wore a beige linen coat and dark blue jeans that hugged her slender legs. The evening breeze blew her smooth black hair, which drew a faint arc in the air.

Shi Ying didn't want to stay in this desolate place any longer, so she simply got into Shang Chenyan's car and asked him to take her back.

Shang Chenyan fastened her seatbelt and, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her neck, felt a pang of reluctance to let her go so easily.

But he couldn't do that yet; he couldn't scare people away.

"Where to?"

Shi Ying gave an address.

The car quieted down, and Shi Ying felt a little dizzy.

She sniffed, sensing a faint, almost imperceptible, smell of tobacco in the car, but it wasn't pleasant.

Shi Ying rolled the window down a crack.

Seeing her movement out of the corner of his eye, Shang Chenyan frowned slightly.

Does the car smell?

The smell of smoke? Or the lingering smell of blood?

"This is someone else's car, and it seems to have a strange smell. Could you roll down the window a little more to let the smell dissipate?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Ying quickly rolled down all the car windows.

The howling cold wind dispelled the gloom in my chest.

An hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of the residential area.

Just as Shi Ying was about to thank him and get out of the car, she saw, by the light of the street lamp, the blood seeping from Shang Chenyan's finger bones.

"What happened to your hand?" She instinctively grabbed his hand and looked at it.

The woman's soft fingertips traced his knuckles, and Shang Chenyan instantly stiffened, his chest heaving with surging emotions.

This was the first time she had touched him in five years, three months, and twenty-one days.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was a little hoarse: "It's nothing. He injured me when that guy resisted."

Actually, he hit people with too much force.

"Don't be afraid of me."

Shi Ying's gaze paused slightly, and she stammered, "No... I'm not afraid."

She felt a little awkward and took out a wet wipe from her bag, handing it to him: "Thank you for bringing me back, Mr. Shang. Please remember to buy the medicine. I'll be going now."

Shang Chenyan watched her departing figure, his eyes filled with an intense, unwavering infatuation.

Yingying is still so soft-hearted.

He lit a cigarette and stared at the direction Shi Ying had left in for a long time.

He didn't look away until the streetlights had all gone out.

A scarf lay on the seat beside her; she had forgotten it in her haste.

Shang Chenyan picked up the scarf and slowly brought it to his nose to sniff it.