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

Shang Shijin took Shi Ying to her room on the second floor.

"I brought some dresses back for Niannian when I went to France before, but I've been busy lately and haven't had time to deliver them to her."

Shang Shijin took a box out of the cabinet: "Take a look, do you like it?"

Shi Ying and she sat on the sofa together and looked through the clothes. Shang Shi Jin had bought a little dress with a medieval style. The workmanship was exquisite, but it did not look complicated or cumbersome. It was also suitable for everyday wear.

"They all look great, thank you Shi Jin-jie."

Shang Shijin smiled and said, "I didn't know you were back, otherwise I would have brought you a few things too."

"It's okay," Shi Ying quickly replied. "I rarely wear skirts, and I'm mostly at home anyway, so I don't really need to wear them."

Shang Shijin disagreed, saying, "You can dress up beautifully even at home. Look at your figure, why are you always hiding under your clothes?"

As she spoke, a sudden idea struck her: "Wait a minute."

Shang Shijin entered the dressing room and bent down to rummage through the bottom of the cabinets.

"Sister Shi Jin, what are you looking for?" Shi Ying asked as she walked over. "Do you need any help?"

"No need, no need, I've found it." Shang Shijin took out a box, stuffed it into her hand, and smiled mysteriously. "Open it and take a look."

Shi Ying didn't understand why, but she still obediently opened it.

Inside was a lace nightgown.

Calling it pajamas is an understatement; it's basically just two pitifully small pieces of fabric.

Shi Ying blushed and hurriedly threw it on the sofa, asking, "What...what is this?"

Shang Shijin smiled ambiguously: "I bought this when I went to the fashion show, but it's too small. You're thinner than me, so you can wear it."

Shi Ying was wearing a fitted knit sweater today, showing off her full bust and slender waist. She wasn't very tall, but her proportions were excellent. Shang Shi Jin nodded in satisfaction and tucked the sweater into her arms: "Sometimes couples need a little romance to maintain their relationship."

"Take my advice, give him a surprise tonight."

Shi Ying's ears turned red; she wanted to refuse but hesitated a little.

Would he like this?

Shang Shijin seemed to be able to read her mind: "Which man wouldn't like that? Look at your figure, you're such a lucky guy."

"Alright, take your clothes with you. It's getting late, I should head back."

"Thank you, Sister Shijin."

*

It was already 11 p.m. when we got back to the villa.

Shang Nian was so sleepy that Shi Ying accompanied her to take a shower. She fell asleep on the bed without even drying her hair.

Shi Ying sat on the edge of the bed, turning the hairdryer to the lowest setting to dry her hair. Shang Nian unconsciously hummed a few times and rubbed her little face against Shi Ying's leg.

Shi Ying smiled, kissed her gently, and then turned off the light and left.

Back in the master bedroom, the sound of running water came from the bathroom; Shang Chenyan was taking a shower.

Remembering the things she had brought back from Shang Shijin, she put the box on the ground and sat on the carpet to straighten Shang Nian's little skirt.

The children's clothes are so cute.

Shi Ying suddenly remembered that she had never bought clothes for Shang Nian. When they were little, Xu Xiuling didn't have much money, but she often bought her new clothes.

She'll go shopping at the mall tomorrow.

While planning for tomorrow, she folded up all the skirts, and the thing at the very bottom of the box was revealed.

Shi Ying glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, then glanced at it again.

This outfit is even more revealing than the bikini I wore to the hot spring resort last time.

She pinched it between two fingers and examined it closely for a long time.

This material feels so comfortable to the touch, cool and soft.

Want to try it?

Anyway, Shang Chenyan hasn't come out yet.

Shi Ying ran to the dressing room with the clothes in her arms and changed into them with some embarrassment.

The dress was very form-fitting, outlining her pert breasts, and several tassels hung from her fair waist, creating a striking contrast between her white skin and the black fabric.

Shi Ying was too embarrassed to look directly at herself in the mirror, so she put on a bathrobe and then looked at herself in the mirror.

I must say, it's actually quite good-looking.

"Yingying?"

Shang Chenyan's voice came from outside the dressing room. Shi Ying hurriedly tried to change, but it was too late. The man pushed open the door and walked in.

Shi Ying quickly pulled her bathrobe tighter.

"What are you doing here? Is Niannian asleep?" Shang Chenyan walked over, looking at her with a strange expression, then reached out and touched her forehead. "Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No...no." Shi Ying swallowed hard. "Niannian is asleep. I...I'm going to take a shower!"

She tried to push him away and run into the bathroom, but Shang Chenyan hooked the strap of her pajamas and pulled her back: "Your hair isn't dry, are you going to wash it again?"

Shi Ying wanted to go into the bathroom to change her clothes, but who knew he would observe her so carefully.

Shang Chenyan hugged her from behind: "What are you doing behind my back? That's so strange."

"No!" Shi Ying's voice was unusually loud when she felt guilty.

"Really?" His arm around the girl's waist paused, noticing something like beads pressing against his palm. His eyes flickered. "What's underneath?"

Shi Ying's earlobes involuntarily turned crimson.

Shang Chenyan picked her up and placed her on the dressing table, intending to untie the belt of her bathrobe.

Shi Ying held on tightly, refusing to let go: "I won't let you see."

"What is it that I can't see?" Shang Chenyan moved closer to her. "I am your legal husband."

"No, that's not true," Shi Ying retorted stubbornly. "I have a new identity now, and the old one is invalid."

A new identity?

Shang Chenyan felt like she was playing a game, and she could create a new identity every time.

However, this atmosphere is clearly not suitable for thinking about anything else.

Shang Chenyan smiled: "Are you reminding me that I should get my marriage certificate again?"

Taking advantage of Shi Ying's momentary lapse in attention, Shang Chenyan grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them against the mirror above her head, then pulled off the belt of her bathrobe.

The ribbon fell to the ground, and the bathrobe unfurled, revealing the girl's fair body.

Shang Chenyan was somewhat shocked.

In the quiet walk-in closet, his increasingly disordered breathing could be heard.

Shi Ying closed her eyes awkwardly and loudly explained, "I really didn't buy this; it was a gift from Sister Shi Jin!"

"Did she put this on you too?"

Shi Ying's eyes darted around: "Anyway, I didn't wear it willingly, and I don't know how it ended up on me."

Listening to her confidently fabricating nonsense, Shang Chenyan chuckled softly.

"Baby, I like it very much."

"I really like it."

He raised his hand and gently fiddled with the two small pearls adorning the collar of his clothes, causing Shi Ying to shiver uncontrollably.

The man leaned down and kissed her collarbone.

He bit the ribbon tied around the girl's neck and gently pulled it open...