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

Back at the villa, Zhang Ma was preparing dinner. When she saw the two of them carrying suitcases and bags, she gave them a knowing smile.

Shi Ying: "..."

Shang Nian ran over and grabbed Shi Ying's hand, looking up at her happily with her little face.

Shi Ying took out her newly bought slippers and placed the ones she bought for Shang Nian on the floor as well: "Does Nian Nian like them?"

Shang Nian nodded vigorously.

At that moment, she saw Shang Chenyan's eyes.

Shang Nian's little brows furrowed tightly. Why did her parents' clothes have fruit patterns, but hers didn't?

She glanced down at the incongruous little yellow duck on her foot and glared angrily at Shang Chenyan.

Steaming dishes were laid out on the table. Shi Ying went to the kitchen to wash her hands and helped serve rice. Zhang Ma quickly took the spoon from her, saying, "I can do it, Miss Shi, please sit down."

Shi Ying smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll help you."

"Aunt Zhang, your cooking smells so good! It's all my favorite food."

Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "It was all arranged by the master in advance. He said that Miss likes to eat beef tenderloin, crucian carp, and also likes to drink chicken soup."

Shi Ying paused slightly, holding the bowl, and muttered softly, "How did he know?"

They seem to have only eaten together twice, yet he knows his preferences so well. Is he that meticulous?

"Zhang Ma, are you usually here?"

Aunt Zhang shook her head: "Master doesn't like strangers at home, so I only stay here during the day to take care of Miss, and I have to go back at night."

"Oh." You don't like strangers?

Shi Ying glanced outside again, deciding that she would stay in the bedroom as much as possible during her stay and would definitely not disturb him.

She is so understanding.

Aunt Zhang left after cooking; she'll come back tomorrow morning to clean up the mess.

At the dining table, Shang Chenyan casually served Shi Ying a bowl of chicken soup: "Try Zhang Ma's cooking."

"It tastes good."

Seeing that she liked it, Shang Chenyan silently raised the corners of his lips.

While eating quietly, Shi Ying's phone suddenly rang; a message had been sent.

She clicked on it and her eyes lit up instantly.

Shang Yu sent her a poster image.

Shang Yu: [You said yesterday you liked the band M. There's a concert the day after tomorrow night, and I have two tickets. Want to go together?]

Shi Ying hesitated for two minutes before replying: 【Okay, okay.】

Shang Chenyan observed her expression discreetly, then asked casually, "Is there something that makes you happy?"

Shi Ying quickly put away her phone: "I want to go to a concert."

"When?" Shang Chenyan added, "Do you need a driver to take you?"

"No need, no need, I can take a taxi myself."

Shang Chenyan's eyes darkened: "The concert is tonight, right? Who are you with? Is it safe?"

"With Shang Yu." After Shi Ying finished speaking, she secretly observed his expression, afraid that he would think that she deliberately approached his nephew with some ulterior motive.

Although she already harbored ulterior motives.

Shang Chenyan's expression remained unchanged; he even smiled and said, "Well, then I'm relieved."

"You two seem to have a good relationship."

Shi Ying shook her head repeatedly: "We just...exchanged a few words, nothing special. This band is very niche, and he just happened to know I liked them, so he asked me to go with him."

Shang Chenyan nodded almost imperceptibly: "But you should still avoid contact with him, lest he corrupt you."

Shi Ying looked up curiously.

Shang Chenyan began to berate him: "He doesn't study properly at school and idles around all day. I read his paper before, and it was simply academic garbage."

"He even had a relationship in high school, no wonder his grades were so bad."

"If the group is handed over to him in the future, it will go bankrupt sooner or later."

Shi Ying buried his head in his food, not daring to say a word. It seemed that Shang Chenyan was very dissatisfied with his nephew.

*

After dinner, Shang Chenyan went to the study, while Shi Ying watched TV with Shang Nian in the living room.

However, around nine o'clock, Shang Nian couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep.

Shi Ying carried her back to the bedroom, covered her with a blanket, and then came out.

As the door closed, she felt her stomach rumble; she was hungry again and wanted a late-night snack.

At the far end of the second floor is Shang Chenyan's study, and light can be faintly seen coming from inside through the crack in the door.

Shi Ying thought for a moment, then went over and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The door, which wasn't fully closed, was pushed open a little more, and a fluffy little head popped in. Shang Chenyan's originally cold and stern expression softened instantly.

"What's wrong?"

Shi Ying gripped the door frame with both hands and asked, "Can I use the things in the refrigerator? I'm a little hungry and want to cook a bowl of wontons."

Shang Chenyan shut down his computer and stood up: "You can use anything in the house, no need to ask me."

"good..."

To her surprise, Shang Chenyan walked towards her and left the study.

"General Manager Shang?"

"Didn't you want to eat wontons?" The man walked ahead and glanced back at her. "I'll make them for you."

Shi Ying hurriedly followed, saying, "No need, I can do it myself."

Shang Chenyan said in a gentle voice, "The kitchen is smoky, so girls shouldn't come in too often. If you want to eat something in the future, have Zhang Ma or I cook it for you."

Shi Ying felt embarrassed, but the man had already rolled up his shirt sleeves, taken off his black watch and placed it aside. The veins on his smooth arms were bulging, exuding a sense of power.

He had just taken the groceries out of the refrigerator when he frowned in annoyance: "Could you help me tie this apron?"

He was holding something in both hands, so Shi Ying quickly took down the apron hanging on the wall and went over to help him put it on.

Shang Chenyan consciously bent down and lowered his head. Shi Ying tiptoed and put the strap on his head. His soft short hair brushed against her palm, bringing a tingling sensation.

She went behind him to tie his belt, and the crystal chandelier cast dappled light and shadows, reflecting the two of them.

From Shang Chenyan's perspective, it looked as if Shi Ying was hugging him from behind.

His breathing became slightly erratic.

"Okay." Shi Ying followed him into the kitchen. "I'll wash the vegetables."

Shang Chenyan stopped her hand: "The water's cold, you can just wait outside."

Why not just turn on the hot water? Shi Ying pursed her lips, but was too embarrassed to sit outside, so she found a topic to chat with him, following him like a little tail.

"Mr. Shang, how come you can cook everything?" Shi Ying sincerely admired anyone who could cook; she could only cook noodles for herself.

Shang Chenyan was washing vegetables with his head down. Upon hearing this, he paused slightly. The light illuminated his well-defined profile, making the small beauty mark at the corner of his eye even more alluring.

Why can he do everything?

Because he wanted to manage their home well, and he wanted to take care of her for the rest of his life.

A glint appeared in the man's eyes: "Living alone for a long time, you naturally have to learn a little bit of everything."

In just ten minutes, two bowls of seafood wontons were ready.

At the dining table, the two sat facing each other. Shi Ying buried her head in her food, and in the quiet night, only the soft sound of her chewing could be heard.

Shang Chenyan had no appetite. His deep black eyes didn't miss any opportunity to look at her, watching her rosy cheeks as she ate, her pink lips wet with soup.

I want to kiss you.

I really want to kiss you.