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

Shang Chenyan slept very well that night.

When I woke up the next day, it was already 10 a.m.

He had never slept this late before, but feeling the warm person in his arms, he felt that it was okay to be lazy sometimes.

The warm sun shines brightly outside the window, and dappled sunlight filters through the gaps in the curtains onto the floor. Spring in Jiangcheng this year seems brighter than usual.

Shi Ying nestled in his arms with her back to him. Shang Chenyan lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, then rubbed his chin against hers, and then heard her soft moan.

Last night, the two moved from the study back to the bedroom. His desires, which he had suppressed for five years, caused him to lose control, while exhausting her.

Shang Chenyan held her quietly, feeling the long-lost warmth and peace.

The sudden ringing of the telephone made him frown impatiently.

I already told you, don't contact him these next few days unless it's absolutely necessary.

Shang Chenyan picked up his phone and glanced at it, only to find that it was a call from his older sister, Shang Shijin.

He hung up and texted her: "What's up?"

Shang Shijin sent him a bunch of scanned copies of contracts: 【Your signature is required!!!】

Shang Chenyan's words were concise and to the point: 【Find Jiang Wen.】

After sending the message, he silenced his phone and tossed it aside.

But when he turned his head, he saw that Shi Ying had already woken up.

Did I wake you up?

Shi Ying rubbed her eyes, rolled over and snuggled into his arms, her voice still a little hoarse from just waking up: "What time is it?"

"10:20."

"Oh..." It wasn't too late for her, since she could sleep until noon when she had nothing to do, not to mention she had stayed up all night last night.

Her last memory was of Shang Chenyan carrying her from the study back to the bedroom. There was only a dim, yellowish light in the corridor, and the doors to the other rooms were all closed, so it was impossible for anyone to appear.

But Shi Ying was very nervous. In the short distance, she clung tightly to the man in front of her, terrified.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he pressed himself against the door and continued to work hard.

For some reason, Shi Ying felt her ears getting hot. She took a deep breath and quietly pulled the blanket up to cover her ears.

"Why didn't you go to work?" Shi Ying remembered that today wasn't the weekend.

Shang Chenyan's voice also carried a hint of laziness: "Let my sister help look after things at the company for a few days. I want to stay home and keep you company."

Shi Ying secretly touched his abs with her fingers, as if she had discovered something new and interesting: "Shang Chenyan, you can actually slack off now."

Everyone has times when they want to be lazy.

He just didn't want to be idle before; once his body wasn't busy, he would feel very empty inside.

But now, he is busy, both physically and mentally, with her.

Feeling Shi Ying's hand becoming increasingly inappropriate, Shang Chenyan grabbed her wrist: "Do you still want to get up?"

Shi Ying quickly pulled back, broke free from his embrace, and threw off the covers to get out of bed: "Get up, I'm hungry, let's go downstairs and eat."

But as soon as her feet touched the ground, she stumbled before she could even stand up straight.

My legs felt incredibly weak.

Shang Chenyan helped her up: "Do you want me to carry you to wash up?"

Shi Ying blushed again and slapped his hand away: "No, I can do it myself."

Watching her somewhat flustered figure as she walked away, Shang Chenyan sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes full of smiles.

When Shi Ying came downstairs, brunch had already been prepared.

"I was worried you'd be hungry, so I just made some pasta." Shang Chenyan pulled out a chair for her. "If you don't like it, I'll make your favorite dishes for dinner."

He knew Shi Ying didn't really like Western food, but he hadn't been back for a while, and there wasn't much food in the refrigerator, except for a few boxes of instant pasta left in the cupboard.

The spaghetti bolognese on the plate smelled delicious, and it was topped with a few shrimp. Shi Ying took a bite and said, "It's delicious. Shang Chenyan, how come you can cook everything?"

Even fast food can taste this good.

The man sat down opposite her: "I've lived alone ever since I became an adult, so I still need to learn the essential survival skill of cooking."

After he went to university, he moved out of his family home. At that time, he could only make simple, tasteless things, which were enough for him to provide the necessary energy for survival.

I started seriously learning to cook after I started dating Shi Ying.

She doesn't like going into the kitchen, but she loves food. Shang Chenyan believes that as a qualified boyfriend, it is necessary to satisfy his girlfriend's appetite.

So that's when he started studying cooking.

Shi Ying lowered her head and ate attentively. At home, she liked to tie her hair into a bun, and the little bun swayed gently with her movements, the wisps of hair on her forehead gleaming softly in the sunlight.

Why aren't you eating?

Shi Ying felt him staring at her and couldn't help but look up at him, asking, "Aren't you hungry?"

Shouldn't he be hungrier than I am?

After all, he was the one who did all the work last night; she was already exhausted just from lying down...

The thought of those shameful things made Shi Ying's eyes start to wander.

Shang Chenyan chuckled softly, "I'm not very hungry. I ate a lot yesterday."

Shi Ying: "..."

She shut up.

*

Shang Group.

Shang Shijin was extremely busy. After dealing with a pile of backlogged contracts with Jiang Wen, she slumped into a chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

Although the group's operations are already quite mature, there are still many things that require his decision-making that have been put on hold because Shang Chenyan hasn't been here for more than a month. Shang Haisheng is too lazy to deal with it, so he asked me to come and help in the next few days.

For the past month, she has been so busy that she can barely breathe, and every day she can't wait for Shang Chenyan to come to work.

Thinking of this, she called Shang Chenyan again, but no one answered.

Shang Shijin tossed her phone aside with a headache.

What should I do if my younger brother starts to rebel as he approaches thirty?

"Knock knock knock—" The knocking interrupted her complaints.

"Enter."

Yuan Song walked in carrying a cup of coffee.

Shang Shijin sat up: "Why are you here?"

The man was dressed casually, his hair was neatly styled, and he wore silver-rimmed glasses: "I know you're busy, so I came to see if there's anything I can help you with."

After placing the coffee on the table, Yuan Song naturally walked behind the woman and began massaging her shoulders. After twenty years of marriage, he was quite adept at doing this.

Shang Shijin took a relaxed sip of coffee when Yuan Song asked, "Hasn't Chen Yan come back yet? I feel sorry for you seeing how hard you've been working lately."

Shang Shijin hummed in agreement: "It should take a few more days. He has devoted all his energy to the company over the years, so it's normal for him to want to take a break occasionally. With so many people under him, nothing too serious is likely to go wrong."

Shang Chenyan took over the company's responsibilities in his early twenties. Although Shang Shijin always puts on a tough front, she still feels sorry for her younger brother.

"That's true, everyone gets tired," Yuan Song said with a smile. "But I think I heard something happened to your sister-in-law?"

Shang Shijin turned to look at him: "Who told you that?"

Yuan Song recalled: "A few days ago, when I went out for a social event, I heard people talking about how the Meng family offended Shen Yan because of his younger brother and sister-in-law, and now no one knows where the Meng family's daughter has gone."

"I thought they were talking nonsense. My sister-in-law has been gone for so many years, how could she possibly come back?"

Shang Shijin said in a nonchalant tone: "You're always so idle, gossiping behind people's backs. Shen Yan hates it when people meddle in his private affairs."

Yuan Song pushed up his glasses, obscuring his narrow eyes: "You're right. Next time we meet, I'll definitely have to give them a good talking to."