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

Cheng Suyun was out shopping with some friends when she suddenly heard a familiar voice calling her from behind.

She turned her head and saw Meng Shuyan, whom she hadn't seen for a while.

"Aunt Cheng, you're here too?" Meng Shuyan was dressed in a low-key and simple manner today. She walked over with a smile to help her and naturally picked up her bag.

Cheng Suyun smiled and said, "I was bored at home, so I came out for a walk."

"I haven't seen Auntie in a long time either, how about we have lunch together?"

Cheng Suyun already liked her quite a bit, so of course there was no reason for her not to agree. So the two of them found a restaurant nearby.

Meng Shuyan poured her a cup of tea: "I've been busy with this year's tour lately and haven't been able to spend much time talking to you, Auntie. Please don't blame me."

"How could that be?" Cheng Suyun took a sip of tea. "You spend more time with me than those two siblings do. I'm overjoyed, how could I blame you?"

"That's good." Meng Shuyan gently stroked the inside of the water glass in her hand. "My mother is about the same age as you. She helps my brother take care of the children every day. Brother Shen Yan is so considerate and doesn't make you worry."

Cheng Suyun was displeased upon hearing this. She snorted and said, "It's not that he's considerate; he doesn't trust me to take care of Shang Nian at all."

Back when Shang Nian was just born, he was busy looking for Shi Ying and was never home. He kindly took Shang Nian to stay at the old house for a few days, but Shang Chenyan came over that night, as if they were going to take Shang Nian away.

At that time, the relationship between the mother and son was still somewhat strained. When Cheng Suyun got angry, she couldn't be bothered to care about him anymore.

Two years later, their relationship improved somewhat, but Shang Nian was mute and withdrawn, and not close to her, so she gradually visited him less often.

Furthermore, some time ago, Shang Nian ran away by herself, and Shang Chenyan took her anger out on them, warning her not to bring Shang Nian over again without permission.

Cheng Suyun was genuinely angry. Was it wrong for her to see her granddaughter?

In short, she doesn't even have the good fortune to hold her grandson.

Meng Shuyan observed her expression and curled the corners of her lips: "Please don't misunderstand Brother Chen Yan. When he has another child in the future, he will definitely have to trouble you a lot."

Cheng Suyun sighed, "If only he could have a few more children."

"Don't worry, I've noticed that Brother Shenyan has been getting very close to his secretary lately. He takes her everywhere he goes. She even accompanied Brother Shenyan to Mrs. Ma's charity gala last night."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Suyun immediately became curious: "Secretary? Isn't his secretary Jiang Wen?"

Meng Shuyan exclaimed in surprise, "Didn't you know? Brother Shen Yan has a new secretary, a very pretty young lady."

She leaned back somewhat dejectedly: "I thought that with the friendship between our two families, I could... Sigh, never mind. I grew up with Brother Chen Yan, as long as he's happy, that's all that matters."

Cheng Suyun became even more curious after hearing this: "You know his secretary?"

Meng Shuyan nodded: "I've met her a few times. Last time you asked me to go to where Brother Shenyan lives, I saw her there. There was a misunderstanding, which made Brother Shenyan angry with me."

"But that's all in the past. I apologized to her yesterday."

As she spoke, she took out her phone and found a photo taken last night: "Look, this is her, her name is Shi Ying."

When Cheng Suyun saw the person in the photo, she froze on the spot.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on my back.

She clearly couldn't remember what the woman looked like, but when she saw the clear image in the photo, many old memories resurfaced in her mind.

"Shiying?"

Meng Shuyan nodded and said, "Yes, it seems like I only got to be by Chen Yan's side in the last two months."

Cheng Suyun's hand trembled as she held the cup. She quickly put it down, muttering, "Shi Ying... She's also called Shi Ying? And she looks so much like her..."

Moreover, the girl in the photo looks to be only in her early twenties.

If it really is Shi Ying, then she and Shang Chenyan are the same age.

Even in broad daylight, Cheng Suyun had a feeling of being haunted.

"Shuyan, could you send me this photo?" Cheng Suyun put her phone back into her bag, her movements trembling slightly, and it took her a while to zip it up.

"OK."

"I have something to do, so I'll have to go now and head back." Cheng Suyun stood up. "Come over to my house another day."

Meng Shuyan smiled considerately: "Okay, Auntie, please take care on your journey."

*

Shi Ying's rented apartment is near the company. It's a small one-bedroom apartment, but the previous landlord decorated it very warmly.

It took her an entire afternoon to tidy up the house. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the sofa, not wanting to move at all.

As darkness fell, Shi Ying was too lazy to turn on the light, so she lay there and drifted off to sleep.

Her consciousness was hazy, and in a daze, she seemed to hear soft piano music in her ear.

The sound was soothing and peaceful, gradually amplifying as it approached.

Shi Ying couldn't open her eyes. She tried to turn over and cover her ears with a pillow, but she couldn't move her body at all.

Gradually, she realized it was the wedding march.

"Mr. Shang, do you take Ms. Shi Ying to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part..."

Shi Ying frowned. Who would want to marry her?

She's never even been in a relationship, so why is she getting married?

"I do."

Shi Ying's mind went blank for a moment; the voice was just too familiar.

Is it a Shang dynasty inkstone?

Shi Ying felt incredibly strange. She opened her eyes with difficulty, only to see a white mist, unable to discern the direction from which the voices were coming.

Suddenly, I saw a few scattered lights in the distance.

Shi Ying broke free from her body's restraints and ran forward through the fog. Finally, she saw a glimmer of light ahead.

She ran toward the light, and just as she was about to touch it, the surrounding mist vanished instantly.

Shi Ying found herself standing on a lawn, surrounded by flowers, ribbons, and several people whose faces she couldn't make out.

"Miss Shi, do you take Mr. Shang Chenyan to be your wife, to love and cherish him, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part..."

The emcee's voice seemed to be right next to her ear. Shi Ying stared blankly at her hands, not knowing when she had put on white gauze gloves and was holding a bouquet of flowers.

Looking ahead, you see a pristine white wedding dress spread out on the green grass, shimmering softly in the sunlight.

Further ahead, there was a pair of legs dressed in black suit trousers, standing tall and straight. Following the legs upwards, Shi Ying saw the groom opposite her.

It was clearly Shang Chenyan's appearance.