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

Shi Ying was stunned.

Her shawl had long since fallen to the ground, her fair skin glowed in the soft overhead light, and her face was flushed with an unnatural blush. Her reflection was mirrored in her usually clear almond-shaped eyes.

Shang Chenyan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he stared at her with a dark gaze: "What are you going to do?"

Shi Ying snapped back to reality, shook off his hand, and angrily shouted, "What are you trying to do? You scoundrel!"

She hurriedly tried to get up, but the car was cramped, and she was wearing high heels. She couldn't stand steadily after a few steps, and the fabric made a slight rustling sound as it rubbed against the ground.

Shang Chenyan's breathing suddenly changed. He grabbed the girl's waist with one hand, stopping her impulsive movements: "Stop moving, calm down."

Feeling the increasingly obvious thing, Shi Ying didn't dare to move at all. Her face turned as red as a shrimp, and she couldn't help but bury her head in his chest.

Looking at the top of her dark hair, Shang Chenyan's usually gentle voice was unusually hoarse, with a hint of alluring sexiness: "Why did you pounce on me?"

Shi Ying's voice was barely audible: "I wanted to wake you up, but you grabbed my hand, which is why I lost my balance."

Shang Chenyan laughed: "The force with which you slapped my face made me think someone was going to attack me."

The two were too close; the scorching heat of his breath, carrying the scent of alcohol, fell on Shi Ying's slender neck.

Shi Ying asked hesitantly, "Are you done yet?"

"Is it ready yet?" Shang Chenyan asked, his chest heaving as he teased her.

"You scoundrel, you pervert."

Shi Ying racked her brains to think of a few words to scold him, but dared not move, for fear that he would not be able to resist doing something to her.

He was impeccably dressed before he left, but after he opened up, Shi Ying felt that he had turned from a rabbit into a wolf.

They are eyeing me covetously.

Before she could finish cursing, Shang Chenyan reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head.

Shi Ying was practically lying in his arms, so the man's handsome, flawless face was right in front of her.

His thin lips parted and closed: "Rogue? Pervert? Do you want to see what a rogue and a pervert really are?"

If he were really as perverted as he was five years ago, he would prevent her from even leaving her bedroom.

As he spoke, his fingers slowly moved down the girl's thin spine, caressing her waist.

The next moment, he lowered his head to kiss her.

Shi Ying was startled and instinctively covered the lower half of her face with the back of her hand. A warm, wet kiss landed on her palm.

It feels itchy and hot.

Shi Ying glared at him without much intimidation, and sensing that the thing seemed to have subsided a little, she seized the opportunity and quickly sat up, propping herself up on the backrest.

Once she was a little further away from him, Shi Ying felt that she could breathe more easily.

"You still say you're not a pervert, but you..." You even want to kiss her!

Shang Chenyan turned his head, a hint of a smile in his deep eyes: "Promise me, and this won't be considered thuggish behavior."

"What did I promise you?"

"Agree to date me, I want to be in a relationship with you." He said these words, the same words that Shi Ying had been chasing after him every day ten years ago.

Shi Ying's eyes widened: "Who dates like you, kissing right off the bat?"

"Only elementary school students who are in love send each other food, drinks, and love letters."

"I'm an adult." Shang Chenyan's eyes gleamed with lust. "I should do things that adults do."

He leaned back relaxed, his demeanor different from his meticulousness during the day. Now, he exuded a lazy aura, and his voice was as mellow as soft velvet.

He seemed to look even better than usual.

Shi Ying thought he looked too alluring.

Realizing she had been seduced by a man's good looks, she gritted her teeth and said, word by word, "I will never date a divorced man!"

*

Shi Ying didn't sleep well that night. She tossed and turned in bed, thinking about the last thing the two of them said to each other, and suddenly wondered if she had gone a bit too far.

She sat up and ruffled her messy hair. He was being a scoundrel to her. What's wrong with calling him a divorced man?

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. Shi Ying didn't dare to see him anymore, and at the crack of dawn, she dragged her suitcase and fled.

Shang Chenyan stood in front of the French windows in the study, the room filled with smoke, watching the small figure gradually disappear from his sight.

The huge villa was empty again, as if this past month had been nothing but a dream.

For the past five years, he has often met her in his dreams, but as soon as he speaks, she disappears.

Shang Chenyan slumped back into his chair, the cold lenses of his glasses obscuring the tears welling in his eyes.

Sunday morning, the villa was quiet, but the tranquility was soon broken by a series of footsteps.

Shang Nian, wearing bunny ear pajamas and holding her little bunny doll, ran downstairs before even fully opening her eyes.

She rubbed her eyes as she wandered around the room.

Shang Chenyan sat down at the dining table, put down his teacup, and said, "She's gone."

Shang Nian stopped.

She stood there, her small body casting a tiny shadow in the sunlight.

Finally, she snorted at Shang Chenyan, hugged her little rabbit tightly, and ran upstairs, not coming out for the entire morning.

At noon, Ji Huanzhou came to give Shang Nian a physical examination.

As soon as he entered the room, he sensed that something was wrong.

He would come over every weekend to check up Shang Nian, but in the first few weeks, the moment he opened the door, there was laughter and joy. Shi Ying would always take Shang Nian to sunbathe in front of the French windows in the living room, and they would also draw and play puzzles together.

But today, it's too quiet.

Ji Huanzhou walked over and glanced at the man sitting on the sofa reading a book: "Where is she?"

"upstairs."

Ji Huanzhou clicked his tongue: "I asked Shi Ying, 'She left? She doesn't want you anymore?'"

Shang Chenyan threw down his book and looked at him expressionlessly.

Ji Huanzhou raised his hands: "Okay, that's all. Niannian is upstairs? I'll go up first."

Reaching the corner of the stairs, Ji Huanzhou poked his head out: "President of Shangda University, I'm a psychologist. Besides providing counseling for your daughter, you can also consult me ​​about any psychological problems you may have."

"Men like you who have been widowed for many years are prone to both psychological and physical problems. I can't help with physical problems, but I'm willing to help with psychological ones."

He had barely finished speaking when he hurriedly slipped away.

Shang Chenyan took off his glasses and threw them heavily on the ground.

Did Ji Huanzhou get possessed by Pei Yanchuan today?

Second floor, bedroom.

Ji Huanzhou gently pushed open the door and saw Shang Nian sitting on the carpet, her small body curled up in a ball, holding a drawing board and drawing.

He walked over and squatted down beside her: "What are you drawing, Niannian?"

Shang Nian ignored him. Ji Huanzhou looked at the painting himself. It depicted a woman leading a little girl on a grassy field, surrounded by flowers, grass, a small wooden house, and a river. It was a very cozy scene.

The woman had her hair tied in a ponytail; you could tell who she was at a glance.

"Is this a drawing of yourself and your mother?"

Shang Nian nodded.

Ji Huanzhou then asked, "What about Dad? Why didn't Niannian draw Dad?"

Shang Nian pointed to the pig in the corner.