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

villa.

Shang Chenyan carried her back to the room. He gently placed Shi Ying on the bed and pulled the blanket over her.

The man placed his hands on either side of her, staring intently at her.

How can I make her remember things from the past?

But even if she remembers, would she still be willing to go back to him?

Shang Chenyan didn't know why she left five years ago. He began to feel anxious and increasingly dissatisfied with the status quo.

Shi Ying always feels very uncomfortable two days before her period. She feels cold all over, especially her hands and feet, which are shivering from the cold, and her stomach aches in waves.

In a daze, it seemed as if something warm was in front of her, and a gentle warmth was blowing on her neck.

Shi Ying raised her hand and hugged the large heater.

Shang Chenyan was caught off guard when she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck. Fortunately, he managed to pull back in time, preventing himself from falling directly onto her.

Shi Ying snuggled closer to him, found a comfortable position, wrapped her legs around him, and hugged him like a long pillow.

The bedroom was very quiet; Shang Chenyan even held his breath.

He didn't want Shi Ying to wake up, because when she was awake, it was impossible for her to be this close to him.

Shi Ying unconsciously rubbed against his neck, her breath brushing against his neck like a small brush, making him stiffen all over.

"My stomach hurts so much..."

The girl in his arms murmured between sleep and wakefulness, "Honey, give me a massage..."

Shang Chenyan was shocked, unable to believe what he was hearing.

He turned his head slightly and saw the girl's peaceful sleeping face; she was still fast asleep.

So, did she dream about herself?

This realization completely captivated him, and countless emotions surged within his dark eyes.

Shang Chenyan reached out and placed his warm palm against her lower abdomen through a thin undershirt.

Shi Ying sighed comfortably, pressing her soft cheek even closer to him.

Shang Chenyan used very little force, almost rubbing his palm against her abdomen, transferring his burning heat to her.

He knew she would feel uncomfortable during her period. In the past, during these few days every month, she would writhe listlessly in his arms, asking him to rub her stomach and massage her shoulders.

This is his unique duty.

She belongs to him alone.

*

Shi Ying slept soundly, and when she woke up, it was already dark outside.

Looking at the familiar room in front of her, she sat up abruptly.

Wasn't she at Lushan Golf Course? Why is she back?

Oh no, Secretary Jiang is waiting for her to organize the documents. Now she's doomed; she's definitely delayed everything.

Shi Ying hurriedly took out her phone and sent Jiang Wen an apologetic message, saying that she would be there right away.

Jiang Wen, who was at home, was somewhat puzzled when he received the message.

When he realized what was happening, he almost choked and hurriedly sat up to reply to the message.

Jiang Wen: [No rush, no rush, everything is already done.]

Shi Ying: [?]

Jiang Wen, forcing himself to make something up, said: "I glanced at it, it seemed pretty simple, so I did it myself."

Jiang Wen: [You've worked hard on the field trip, so you don't need to worry about company matters anymore.]

Shi Ying frowned. How could he say something so unpredictable?

She shook her head, put on her shoes, and left the bedroom.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the living room lights were on. Shang Nian was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons, while Shang Chenyan was standing by the window making a phone call.

He looked quite thin when he wore a suit, but when he took off his coat, he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The dim light shone on him, revealing his powerful and muscular physique.

Shi Ying stood on the stairs and looked around for a few moments before slowly walking down.

Shang Nian was the first to spot her, and immediately jumped off the sofa and ran over to hug her.

Shi Ying made a shushing gesture, indicating that they should go play over there and not disturb Shang Chenyan's phone call.

Shang Nian obediently followed her back to the sofa.

Since starting school, Shang Nian has become more lively than usual. The two communicate using drawing boards, and she can basically communicate in writing, with very neat handwriting.

After playing for a while, Shang Chenyan finally put down the phone and came over.

"Are you still feeling unwell?"

Shi Ying looked up from her drawing board and shook her head: "Much better. Did you bring me back today?"

Shang Chenyan said calmly, "Who else could it be? Shang Yu?"

Shi Ying pursed her lips: "You're also at Lushan Golf Course?"

"Yeah, I went there with a few clients. We saw you sleeping on the sofa, so we just picked you up and brought you back."

Shang Chenyan walked to the dining table and served her a bowl of porridge: "I made red bean porridge, come and have some."

Shi Ying led Shang Nian over, and Shang Nian obediently climbed onto the chair by herself, and Shi Ying sat down as well.

A bowl of porridge was pushed in front of her.

It was her favorite red bean glutinous rice balls, steaming hot, and sprinkled with osmanthus honey.

The first bite was incredibly soft, glutinous, and sweet, prompting Shi Ying to exclaim, "Zhang Ma's cooking is truly excellent!"

Shang Chenyan paused in his porridge-serving motion, but said nothing.

Shang Nian, who was standing to the side, tugged at her sleeve and shook her head at her.

What does that mean?

Shi Ying turned her head and glanced at the dark kitchen. The lights were off, so no one was there.

Is Aunt Zhang not here?

So this porridge...

Shi Ying glanced at Shang Chenyan's expressionless face and decided to remain silent.

After a quiet dinner, Shi Ying put down her spoon, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "President Shang, I've found a place to live."

Shang Chenyan's hand holding the chopsticks trembled almost imperceptibly.

He also knew that he couldn't use the same method to stop her from renting a house every time, otherwise he would be found out sooner or later.

But this day came too soon.

She's only been here a few days, and she's already moving out again.

"Hmm." The man's voice was devoid of emotion.

Shi Ying's fingers, hidden under the table, twisted together: "Thank you for taking me in all this time. I'd like to leave tomorrow..."

"Move it on Sunday," Shang Chenyan interrupted her. "I'll help you move it after the charity gala on Sunday."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Anyway, it's only two days."

"Okay, then... thank you for your help."

Shi Ying looked away, but at that moment, Shang Nian grabbed her sleeve.

The little girl understood that she was moving away, and her big eyes instantly reddened. She pouted and stared at her stubbornly.

Shi Ying ruffled her hair: "Sister can't stay at Niannian's house forever, can she? If Niannian misses me, just text me and ask me to come play with you, okay?"

Shang Nian shook her head, her eyes turning even redder.

"Shang Nian, sit down and eat your food," Shang Chenyan said coldly.

Shang Nian jumped off the chair angrily and ran upstairs on her short legs.

Shi Ying felt a little embarrassed, and she stood up as well: "I'll go check on Niannian."

He was left alone in the huge restaurant again.

Shang Chenyan leaned back in his chair, his lonely figure reflected in the French windows.

upstairs.

It took Shi Ying a long time to coax Shang Nian to stop crying, but Shang Nian clung to her like a little tail all night. When she saw Shi Ying take out her suitcase to pack her things, her big eyes turned red again.

Shi Ying sighed, "What a clingy little devil."

Shang Nian snorted, jumped into the suitcase, and curled up inside.

Shi Ying was both amused and exasperated.