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

Shi Ying belatedly realized that Shang Chenyan didn't seem to be appeased by her calling him "husband."

He was perfectly normal when she was taking a shower, until Shi Ying stood with her back to him under the showerhead, rinsing off the shower gel. Then, the man hugged her from behind and pressed her against the cold tiles.

Later, she was carried by him, feeling utterly exhausted, from the bathroom, to the sink, to the French windows, and back to the bed...

No matter how much Shi Ying calls for her husband, it's no use.

"I was wrong..." A wise person knows when to yield. Although he didn't know what he had done to offend him by going out with his friends, Shi Ying still wisely admitted his mistake first.

He'll just have to wait. She'll torment him to death when it's daytime!

Shi Ying thought angrily.

Shang Chenyan hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, "You did nothing wrong..."

She was originally a lively person, and she often neglected him at school because she was playing with her friends. At that time, he would only feel helpless, but now it's different, and he can't control his emotions.

Only by teasing her repeatedly and feeling the intimacy between them could he soothe the fear in his heart.

Shi Ying felt like crying even more. Yes, he was still pushing himself to the brink of death like this.

The noise in the bedroom didn't stop until midnight.

Shi Ying lay listlessly on her pillow, feeling extremely tired. However, she had slept too much during the day and was not very sleepy. She felt a lump in her throat and didn't know how to release it.

So she kicked Shang Chenyan's pillow off forcefully.

With a "thud," the pillow fell to the feet of the man who had just come out of the bathroom.

Shang Chenyan glanced at it and walked away: "Are you inviting me to share a pillow with you tonight?"

"Shameless!" Shi Ying glared at him, wrapped in a blanket.

Shang Chenyan was only wearing a pair of gray lounge pants. Water droplets that hadn't been dried dripped down his taut muscles and disappeared at the waistband.

He stood by the bed drying his hair, while Shi Ying shrank further under the covers, peeking out with her eyes to secretly peek at his abs.

It has to be said that Shang Chenyan's physique is the best she has ever seen among men.

Although she had only ever met this one man.

But it's really pleasing to the eye.

Shi Ying's furtive glances were caught. Shang Chenyan put down the handkerchief, smiled, and picked her up from the quilt, placing her on his lap: "Look if you want to, I'm not as petty as you."

"You're the one who's stingy." Shi Ying snorted and gave him a hard pat.

"Shang Chenyan, you can only touch this part."

Hearing this, Shang Chenyan's mood, which had been depressed all night, finally eased a bit. He liked hearing Shi Ying's possessive words.

He held the girl's hand and pressed his cool palm against it: "Only for you to see, only for you to touch."

Shang Chenyan turned his head and whispered in her ear, "It's only for you to use."

Shi Ying blinked, then, as if struck by a thought, blushed and pushed him away, climbing back into bed: "I'm going to sleep."

Shang Chenyan smiled, but as he got into bed, he suddenly noticed a particularly noticeable dark patch on the fabric of his pants...

Shi Ying saw it too, and she awkwardly pulled the blanket over her head.

It was pitch black inside the blanket, and Shi Ying could only hear the man's laughter outside the blanket.

"Shang Chenyan, stop laughing!"

"That's from when you were drying your hair!"

Shang Chenyan threw back the covers and pulled her into his arms: "Really? Then why are you hiding?"

He pinched the girl's burning earlobe: "So, Yingying only needs to look at you to..."

"Shut up!"

Shi Ying got angry, sat up, grabbed a pillow, and hit him: "If you say another word, you're going to sleep in the study!"

Shang Chenyan made a shushing gesture and pulled the flustered girl back into his arms.

Shi Ying was utterly humiliated. She sobbed, turned her back to him, and shrank into the blankets, refusing to come out no matter how he tried to coax her.

She only slept for the latter half of the night in a daze, and didn't wake up until noon the next day.

She nestled in the blankets, not wanting to move at all.

Whenever she thought about what happened last night, she just wanted to disappear into the ground.

The villa was quiet; she was home alone at this hour. Only when she was unbearably hungry did Shi Ying listlessly get out of bed.

As soon as she got out of bed, she saw the pants that Shang Chenyan had worn the night before on the small couch at the foot of the bed.

He also thoughtfully left a sticky note:

You made this mess, so wash it yourself.

Shi Ying took a deep breath, tore off the sticky note, and threw his pants into the trash can as well.

"asshole!"

*

The following week, Shi Ying enjoyed a very comfortable and pleasant time.

Shang Chenyan would come back to have lunch with her every day at noon, and then he would always find various reasons to take her to the company in the afternoon to work with him.

At first, Shi Ying was a little shy and stayed in his office, but later she completely let loose and didn't care what others thought. She couldn't stop everyone from talking, so she let them say whatever they wanted.

When she got bored in the office, she would go to chat with Jiang Mingxue and the others, or go to the break room to listen to gossip.

Apart from Cheng Ting, who occasionally wore a sour face as if she owed her eight million, the other employees working on the top floor were all very perceptive and wouldn't say anything out of line.

After getting off work in the evening, the two of them would pick up Shang Nian and take her home. Every day, they would go back and forth between home and work, and Shi Ying felt that her life was healthier than ever before.

Before we knew it, it was Friday night.

Shang Chenyan was cooking in the kitchen, while Shi Ying was in the bedroom helping Shang Nian with her homework.

Shang Nian will be six years old at the end of this year. Children of this age should normally be in elementary school, but Shang Nian has only attended kindergarten for a few months. Shi Ying and Shang Chenyan are still discussing whether to send her directly to elementary school.

Shang Nian lay on the table writing, and after finishing, she would read the words aloud to practice her pronunciation.

After this period of training, Shi Ying felt that Shang Nian's speech was beginning to resemble that of a normal person.

"Niannian, do you like the teachers at Uncle Ji's place?" Shi Ying patted her back, making her sit up straight.

Shang Nian quickly sat up straight and nodded: "I like it. Teacher Linda is very gentle and talks to me every day."

"Does Niannian prefer learning with her classmates at school, or would you rather have Teacher Linda teach you alone?"

Shang Nian poked her chin with the tip of her pen, thinking for a moment before saying, "I like them both."

"Ms. Linda is great, but her classes can be boring every day..."

Shi Ying patted her head. Shang Nian's personality wasn't actually introverted; she quite liked playing with her peers. There were still several months until the start of the new school year in September. If her condition remained stable during this time, it would be worth considering letting her go to school directly.

As Shi Ying was lost in thought, Shang Nian suddenly tugged at her finger: "Mom."

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Shang Nian whispered, "Mom, tomorrow is Dad's birthday."

Shi Ying knew, of course, that tomorrow was Shang Chenyan's birthday. He had been complaining to himself yesterday about why his birthday fell on the weekend and why they couldn't have any time alone together.

Did Niannian prepare a birthday present for her father?

Shang Nian nodded and took a painting out of the drawer.

Shi Ying opened it and found that it was very similar to the painting she had drawn before, with the same background.

The only difference is that there are three people in this painting, and the pig in the corner is missing.