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

After seeing the person off, Shang Chenyan tidied up in the kitchen, while Shi Ying played with Shang Nian on the sofa.

Shang Nian wasn't very interested, as if she was afraid that she would disappear again, and she kept sticking to her.

Shi Ying gently touched her little face: "Niannian, Mommy will never leave you again. If Mommy goes anywhere, I will definitely tell you, okay?"

Shang Nian nodded sadly, but still held onto her tightly.

Before she knew this was her daughter, Shi Ying would have been more restrained, but now, she held Shang Nian and curiously pinched her here and there.

How exactly is this human baby born?

When Shang Chenyan came out, Shi Ying asked him the question.

The man thought for a moment: "You didn't have too many problems when you were pregnant with her. She was born at full term, and she was born chubby and cute."

"Do you have any photos? I want to see them."

Shang Chenyan sat down beside her and put his arm around her: "Yes, at home."

"Would you like to stay here tonight, or go home?"

Shi Ying thought for a moment. There was only one bedroom, and it would be too crowded for three people to live there. "Let's go home."

When she uttered the words "go home," Shang Chenyan's breathing became rapid. He could only bury his face in her neck, constantly inhaling her scent to calm himself.

After a long while, he finally heard his own hoarse voice: "Okay."

"Let's go home."

*

Hillside villa.

It was almost ten o'clock when they got home. After finally coaxing Shang Nian to sleep, Shi Ying ran to Shang Chenyan's study.

Fearing that Shang Chenyan was busy with work, she symbolically knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Shi Ying pushed open the door and saw him sitting at his desk, not working on the computer, but seemingly flipping through a photo album.

"What are you looking at?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to see photos of Niannian when she was little? Let me organize them." Shang Chenyan looked up and saw that she had just finished showering, and her hair was still wet. Strands of hair that had fallen onto her chest left a small, damp mark on her pajamas.

"You're not even blow-drying your hair."

He stood up, went to the bathroom in the study to get a hairdryer, and then had Shi Ying sit in the chair in front of the desk.

"It's not winter anymore, it'll dry on its own in a little while."

Shi Ying hates blow-drying her hair the most. Her hair is long and thick, and it takes her a long time to blow-dry it every time. Her arm holding the hairdryer gets so sore.

Only in the cold winter will she blow-dry that part of her scalp, and then let the rest dry on its own.

"I won't blow-dry my hair anymore, from now on..."

"You'll get headaches later," Shi Ying blurted out. "How come you said the same thing as my mother?"

"Your mother?" Shang Chenyan first used a comb to gently brush her hair. "What kind of person is your mother?"

Shi Ying's parents have clearly passed away, but she mentions her mother here, so she must be her mother in another place.

Shang Chenyan could hear the word "Mom." It seemed that as long as they didn't deliberately investigate the strange phenomenon of Shi Ying's disappearance and reappearance, or deliberately talk about the past, and just chatted casually, their voices wouldn't be blocked.

Shi Ying also noticed this, and she tentatively talked about her life in reality: "My mother is stubborn but soft-hearted. Although we often quarrel over some small things, I know that she is afraid that I will end up like her, having to worry about so many things when I get old."

After each argument with Hsu Hsiu-ling, Shi Ying would calm down and understand what she meant.

Xu Xiuling is a typical woman with traditional ideas. She hopes that Shi Ying can have a stable job, a good husband, and live a peaceful life. Her idea is not wrong, but it is different from her own views.

Shang Chenyan listened attentively as she recounted her past. He skillfully poured some hair oil into his hand, warmed it by rubbing it between his palms, and then grasped her hair to apply the oil.

"She even introduced me to potential blind dates..."

Shang Chenyan paused for a moment.

"Blind date? Partner?"

Shi Ying looked up and said with a smile, "Of course I refused. Although I was still angry with you at the time, I still think of you whenever marriage is mentioned."

Shang Chenyan was comforted again by her words.

After applying the essential oil, he picked up the hairdryer to dry her hair.

The girl's hair was black and thick, and strands of it were wrapped around his fingertips. A faint fragrance drifted in the air with the warm breeze, filling his nose.

The only sound in the study was the hum of a hairdryer. Shi Ying was tired of sitting, but Shang Chenyan was very patient and made her hair very smooth.

After putting down the hairdryer, Shang Chenyan picked her up and let her sit on his lap.

Shi Ying finally had a chance to look through the photo album in front of her.

"These are our university graduation photos." As she looked at each photo, Shang Chenyan could accurately say when it was taken.

There are very few photos of them from university; they only took some at graduation.

Shang Chenyan felt a little regretful. Time had passed too quickly. Memories that he thought he would remember were eventually eroded by time and slowly faded from his mind.

"I didn't like taking pictures back then, which is why we have so few photos."

He rested his chin on the girl's shoulder, his voice tinged with regret.

Shi Ying reached back and touched his cheek: "It's okay. We didn't take many photos before, so we'll take more in the future."

"I'll take photos with you every day."

Shang Chenyan turned his head and kissed her: "Okay."

As Shi Ying watched, she told him about her school life in real life, and Shang Chenyan couldn't help but feel disappointed.

She knew everything about him, but he didn't know what it was like where she lived...

The album continues with their wedding photos, as well as several photos of her during her pregnancy.

A scene flashed through Shi Ying's mind, and she tried to grasp it, but the harder she tried, the more futile it became.

"When you were pregnant, you said you didn't look good and didn't want to take pictures. These pictures were taken by Pei Yanchuan when he came, saying we had to keep them as a memento."

"Then I have to thank him."

Looking at her own round belly in the photo, Shi Ying felt both unfamiliar and strangely familiar.

Next are photos of Shang Nian when she was a child.

There are many photos of Shang Nian, almost every stage of his growth.

Shang Chenyan said in a low voice, "I always thought that if you came back one day, you would want to see what Niannian looked like when she was little, so I took a lot of pictures of her."

Shi Ying sniffed, closed the photo album, turned around and hugged him.

"Yingying".

"Um?"

Shang Chenyan stroked her long, flowing hair, his fingers running through the strands: "Now that we've seen our past, tell me about yours."

"Didn't we just talk about that?" Shi Ying said, looking a little dejected, still lost in the photos.

Shang Chenyan suddenly picked her up and placed her on the desk, his hands supporting him on either side of her: "I want to hear more, like about that blind date..."

Only after he took off his pajamas did Shi Ying belatedly realize that he was still jealous.

"Slow...slow down..."

Shi Ying shivered as her sweaty back touched the cold tabletop, causing the person on top of her to let out a muffled groan.

The bright moonlight illuminated his handsome features, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead were clearly visible, dripping down his sharp chin and onto her chest.

Shi Ying was too embarrassed to look any longer and turned her head away, blushing.

"Shang Chenyan..."

"I am here..."

Shi Ying was picked up by him and lay weakly against his chest, her voice listless: "Are you really twenty-eight years old?"

Shang Chenyan raised an eyebrow slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Didn't I satisfy you?" he said, tightening his grip on the girl's waist.

Shi Ying shrank back in fright: "Satisfied...very satisfied...you're amazing...you're the best..."