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

"Shang Chenyan, did you get burned?"

Shi Ying was so frightened that she ran over quickly, carefully took his hand and placed it under the tap, turning on the cold water to rinse the reddened area.

"How could you be so careless? Does it hurt? Let's go to the hospital!"

"It's nothing." Shang Chenyan frowned, seemingly enduring the pain. "There was water on the ground just now, and I accidentally slipped and fell, which is why I dropped the soup pot."

Following the folk remedy Xu Xiuling used when he was a child, Shi Ying first rinsed the affected area with cold water for about ten minutes, then applied white sugar to it. She tenderly blew on it, asking, "I don't know if this will work. Does it still hurt?"

Shang Chenyan's breathing was a little heavier than usual, and he gave a soft "hmm".

"Do you have any medicine at home?" Shi Ying noticed that the redness and swelling on his arm had subsided a little, and pulled him back to the living room. "How about we call a doctor to come and take a look?"

Shang Chenyan smiled slightly and said, "It's just a minor burn, so I won't trouble them to come over tonight."

"I remember we have medicine at home; the first-aid kit is under the cabinet. Could you go look for it?"

"Okay." Shi Ying ran to the cabinet against the wall. The cabinet was large with many compartments. She squatted down and opened the bottom compartment. "Which compartment is it in?"

Shang Chenyan's tone was uncertain: "I haven't used it in a long time, so I can't remember it."

He was about to get up when he said, "I'll look for it. Don't waste your time."

Shi Ying turned around and glared at him: "You sit properly."

Shang Chenyan obediently sat down.

After searching for a long time, Shi Ying finally found the first-aid kit in the top compartment, but there was no medicine for burns inside.

"I'll go buy you some medicine."

"No need." Shang Chenyan immediately interrupted her, his eyebrows twitching slightly. "I remember now, there's burn ointment in the first-aid kit in the study."

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Ying ran upstairs: "I'll go get it!"

The girl's footsteps faded into the distance, and the living room gradually quieted down, with only Shang Chenyan's slightly heavy breathing remaining.

He glanced at the clock on the wall; half an hour had passed since she was supposed to leave.

His head was throbbing, and he leaned back on the sofa and pinched the space between his eyebrows.

He didn't want Shi Ying to go out.

Even if he had to resort to such despicable and underhanded means, he just wanted to keep her by his side and not let her leave his side for even a moment.

About ten minutes later, the tapping sound came from the stairwell.

"You hid this first-aid kit way too well!" Shi Ying complained as she ran downstairs. "I put it on the outermost, most conspicuous spot in the cabinet. Otherwise, if I get injured next time, I won't be able to find the kit before something happens to me."

Shi Ying took a tube of ointment for treating burns and a clean towel to wipe the sugar off his hands before carefully applying the ointment.

The girl bent down and leaned close to his arm, her warm breath tickling the wound.

"Does it hurt?" Shi Ying blew on it for him.

"It doesn't hurt."

The pain from the ointment irritating his wound helped him regain some composure and control himself.

He was a little scared. What if Shi Ying knew that he did this on purpose? What if she found out about his dark thoughts one day?

It will scare her.

Shi Ying didn't notice his changing expressions. After applying the medicine, she helped him roll up his sleeves: "Okay, if the redness hasn't subsided by tomorrow, we'll have to go to the hospital to get it checked out."

Shang Chenyan gave a soft "hmm," concealing the gloom in his eyes.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting; it's almost seven o'clock."

Shi Ying had agreed to leave at six o'clock, but she was already an hour late. Moreover, she saw that Shang Chenyan looked so fragile. If she left, he wouldn't even be able to eat dinner later.

"Never mind, I'll tell them to go out another day."

Shi Ying took out her phone and sent a few messages to Su Wan and Jiang Mingxue to explain.

Shang Chenyan finally felt that his heart had returned to its rightful place.

He hugged the girl from behind, nuzzling his chin against her neck: "You want to go shopping? I'll go with you tomorrow, okay?"

Shi Ying was afraid of touching his wound, so she didn't dare to move and could only let him hold her: "Let's talk about it when you're healed."

With Shang Chenyan injured, Shi Ying naturally couldn't let him enter the kitchen anymore.

So, the three of them had noodles cooked by her for dinner.

Seeing Shang Nian engrossed in eating her noodles, Shi Ying felt a little guilty, worried that she wasn't eating enough: "Nian Nian, should I have someone send over something else?"

Shang Nian shook her head: "No, I want to eat what Mom makes."

Shi Ying wiped her mouth: "Then eat more. If that's not enough, there are some desserts you like in the fridge."

"Um!"

Seeing that Shi Ying was concerned about Shang Nian, Shang Chenyan's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly trembled, and with a "clatter," the chopsticks fell to the ground.

Two pairs of big eyes looked at him at the same time.

Shang Chenyan remained expressionless: "Sorry, my hand hurt a little, I didn't hold it properly."

He injured his right hand.

Shi Ying stood up in annoyance and sat down next to him across from him: "It was my oversight, it's inconvenient for you to use chopsticks."

She thought for a moment: "Shall I feed you?"

Shang Chenyan glanced at her: "Isn't that a bit inappropriate..."

"What's wrong with this?" Shi Ying took a pair of clean chopsticks, picked up a slice of ham, and fed it to his mouth. "Open your mouth."

Shang Chenyan hesitated for a moment before taking a bite of the ham slice.

Shang Nian sat opposite them, holding her bowl and watching the two of them.

Shi Ying's earlobes turned slightly red. She coughed lightly and said, "Niannian, after you finish eating, you should go upstairs to do your homework. Did Uncle Ji assign you any tasks?"

"Oh..." Shang Nian didn't want to leave, so she lingered for a while longer before reluctantly going upstairs.

Shi Ying felt much more relaxed after she left.

She fed the entire bowl of noodles to Shang Chenyan, who seemed a little unsatisfied. So when she asked if he was full, Shang Chenyan shook his head.

Fortunately, there was extra cooked, and Shi Ying served him another bowl.

"You ate more than usual today," Shi Ying teased. "Was it because my cooking was particularly delicious?"

"I knew it! I do have a talent for cooking."

Shang Chenyan smiled and said, "Yes, it's delicious. I'll have to trouble you for the next couple of days. If you don't want to make it, I'll call Aunt Zhang over."

Shi Ying said, "Then let's call Zhang Ma over, otherwise you'll only be eating noodles every day."

Although she was stubborn, she was still aware of her own cooking skills.

That evening, the problem that gave Shi Ying the biggest headache appeared.

Shang Chenyan needs to take a bath.

He stood by the door with his bathrobe, looking at the girl.

Shi Ying felt her face gradually getting hot. Although the two of them had washed together before, it was always when she was exhausted and dizzy that Shang Chenyan would carry her to wash.

But now, she's so lucid...

The man leaned against the bathroom door and raised an eyebrow: "My hand hurts. If you don't help me, I won't be able to wash it properly."

"Then...then you go in first, stay in the bathtub and call me later."

"Okay." Shang Chenyan shrugged and went into the bathroom first.

The sound of splashing water rang out, and Shi Ying, as if thinking of something, blushed an unnatural color on her cheeks.

"Yingying".

They're calling her from inside.

Shi Ying took a deep breath, covered her face, and went inside.

She slowly moved to the edge of the bathtub, tilting her head to the side. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man's bare chest above the water. He was leaning against the edge, his neck slightly tilted back, his prominent Adam's apple moving gently.

"The shower gel is over there." Seeing that she had been groping around with her eyes closed for a long time without finding the bottle, Shang Chenyan picked it up and handed it to her.

"Oh..." Shi Ying hurriedly took it, poured some onto the bath sponge, rubbed it to create small bubbles, and then wiped it on his body.

Shang Chenyan let her do as she pleased, and everything went smoothly until...

Shi Ying's hands were submerged in the water, which washed up to his abdomen, and then downwards...

She paused.

The bathroom was filled with steam. Shang Chenyan squinted at her, his voice slightly hoarse: "Why don't you continue?"

Shi Ying curled her fingers, crying out in her heart, how was she supposed to continue?!

Shang Chenyan grasped her wrist with his uninjured hand and slowly moved it downwards...

Shi Ying quickly withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted.

She threw the bath sponge at him: "You wash yourself!"