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

Besides Jiang Wen and Director Cheng Ting, there are several other employees in the secretariat who are like her.

Shi Ying had just started working and didn't have much to do all day, but she ended up playing around with two other girls.

The three of them were crickets in a small group chat.

Jiang Mingxue: [Secretary Jiang is really unfair. Yingying, you just arrived and he's already sending you to deliver documents to President Shang.]

Su Wan: [Exactly, I'm most afraid of going in to deliver documents; President Shang's face is as black as Antarctic ice.]

Shi Ying tilted her head as she looked at the chat history. Were the two of them talking about the same person she had just met?

Shi Ying: [Is President Shang very fierce?]

There was a moment of silence in the group chat.

Jiang Mingxue: [President Shang doesn't actually curse, but he looks at you with eyes that seem to regard you as trash, making you feel so ashamed you wish you could bury yourself in a hole on the spot.]

Su Wan: [He also said that the proposal I wrote wasn't a first draft, but a rough draft QAQ.]

Jiang Mingxue: [Such a sharp tongue, no wonder you're almost thirty and still single.]

Su Wan: [Having been with the company for so many years, only Secretary Jiang has been by his side every day. Could it be that he likes Secretary Jiang?]

The group chat immediately erupted in excitement.

While Shi Ying was in a daze for a few minutes, the two of them had already cleared dozens of floors.

Thinking about Shang Chenyan's attitude towards her earlier, Shi Ying still morally spoke up for him, saying a few kind words: "He wasn't that fierce..."

Shi Ying: [President Shang was quite friendly just now, is this a newcomer protection period?]

Su Wan: [...]

Jiang Mingxue: [...]

Before they knew it, they had been chatting all morning. Shi Ying stood up and stretched, then noticed people coming and going in the tea room.

Jiang Mingxue patted her on the shoulder: "The company's afternoon tea includes cakes and coffee."

Shi Ying's stomach growled twice at just the right moment. She and Jiang Mingxue went to the tea room and, sure enough, saw various small cakes on the table.

Shi Ying accurately selected her favorite strawberry cake from among them.

She stood at the entrance of the tea room, holding a small cake, chatting and laughing with Jiang Mingxue. People in the office could clearly see her small mouth opening and closing through the blinds.

She still loves strawberry cake the most.

The girl's smile was like the warm spring sun, and her long ponytail drew a beautiful arc in the air as she shook her head.

The office building was well-heated. Shang Chenyan had already taken off his coat, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and revealed a section of his arm with smooth muscle lines.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the girl.

Even though the surveillance cameras outside were transmitting her every move to the computer in real time, he still felt that just watching her through the screen wasn't enough.

He didn't even dare to close his eyes, always afraid that when he opened them again, she would suddenly disappear like she had five years ago.

Unfortunately, Shi Ying didn't stay in the break room for long; she returned to her office after finishing her cake.

Shang Chenyan's eyes darkened.

Tomorrow he'll replace all the walls in his office with transparent ones.

Shang Chenyan had no interest in working. He just sat there blankly in his chair, watching the monitor intently, watching her frown in distress as she stared at the computer, and watching her excited expression when she heard that it was time to leave work.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Jiang Wen walked in and handed him a USB drive: "President Shang, this is Miss Shi's browsing history on social media today."

Shang Chenyan scanned the text quickly, mostly looking at conversations with the people in the secretariat.

Upon seeing Jiang Mingxue's words, "He likes Secretary Jiang," Shang Chenyan frowned and looked up at Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen hadn't dared to look closely at the contents of the USB drive before he arrived, and was puzzled by his stare.

"By the way, Mr. Shang." Jiang Wen remembered something after being looked at like that, "Miss Shi asked me about my young master today."

"Who?"

"Young Master, Shang Yu."

Shang Chenyan's eyes darkened almost instantly, and his voice was somber: "What did she ask?"

"It's nothing much, just asking which department the young master works in, what he likes in his spare time, and when he comes to the company..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Wen suddenly heard a "crack" sound.

The fountain pen in Shang Chenyan's hand broke into two pieces.

Jiang Wen: "..."

"Transfer him away. Starting tomorrow, he's not allowed to come to the company anymore." Shang Chenyan stood up, walked to the window, lit a cigarette to suppress his emotions, and said, "Also, replace the glass in the outer offices with transparent glass."

Jiang Wen fell silent again.

All of the company's offices are made of custom-made frosted glass, which is uniform and aesthetically pleasing. Should we replace them with transparent ones?

That's such a lack of privacy.

But he only dared to complain in his heart, while readily agreeing verbally.

After Jiang Wen left, Shang Chenyan stood on a high place and looked down through the window.

He held a cigarette between his fingers, and wisps of white smoke rose slowly along his wrist, drifting around the back of his hand where the veins bulged.

Just as he was leaving get off work, he spotted the girl in the vast crowd.

She was wearing a blue down jacket and slowly moved away with the crowd until she became a small black dot and disappeared from his sight.

*

8 PM.

When Shang Chenyan arrived home, Zhang Ma had just finished clearing the table. Hearing the door open, she quickly came over and said, "Sir, you're back."

"Hmm." The man walked in, draped his coat over the sofa, and asked casually, "Has she had dinner?"

"Miss ate a little and just went upstairs to her room."

Shang Chenyan looked towards the second floor and loosened his tie: "Go back once you've packed your things, and come back tomorrow morning."

He doesn't like having strangers in his house.

"Yes, sir."

Shang Chenyan went upstairs and gently pushed open the door to his room.

This is a cozy bedroom. Various plush toys are placed on the pink princess bed, and a soft carpet is laid on the floor. A little girl sits on the windowsill, doodling on it with her sketchbook.

Upon seeing her, a rare smile appeared on Shang Chenyan's face.

"What is Niannian drawing?"

Shang Nian looked up, but didn't say anything. She just glanced at the picture book in her hand.

Shang Chenyan sat down beside her, looked down at the drawing, and asked gently, "Is it a little rabbit?"

Shang Nian remained silent, only nodding.

Shang Chenyan patted her head: "Niannian, you drew so well. How about we give this painting to Daddy?"

Shang Nian shook her head.

"Why don't you want to give it to Dad?"

Shang Nian wrote two words crookedly on the drawing paper—"Mom".

Shang Chenyan stared blankly at the two words for a moment, but quickly smiled and asked, "Is this for Mom?"

Shang Nian nodded.

"Okay, then Niannian, keep it for now. We'll give it to Mom together after we finish drawing it, okay?"

Shang Nian stared at him for a long time, blinking her large, dark eyes as if considering the credibility of his words.

Shang Chenyan stroked her head and said patiently, "Mom will be back soon."