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

The next day, Shang Haisheng unexpectedly appeared at the villa early in the morning.

When Shi Ying came downstairs, she thought she was seeing things. She rubbed her eyes and realized that the person sitting there was Shang Chenyan's father. She hurriedly went back upstairs, tidied herself up, and then came down.

Shi Ying usually wears comfortable loungewear when she's at home, so Shang Chenyan rarely sees her so well-behaved at home and couldn't help but chuckle.

Shi Ying glared at him and said, "What are you laughing at!"

She turned around and obediently sat on the sofa, greeting him, "Hello, Uncle."

"Hello, hello," Shang Haisheng said with a smile. "I'm here to pick up Niannian. I hope I haven't disturbed you?"

"Continue reading?"

Shi Ying and Shang Nian looked over at the same time, their big eyes filled with doubt.

Shang Haisheng: "A few days ago, a friend of mine from the compound came back from abroad. We've been friends for decades. He has two granddaughters, and we made plans to go fishing together today. He asked me to bring Niannian along too."

Shang Nian twirled her fingers with some hesitation. Fishing must be a lot of fun, but she also wanted to go with her parents.

Shi Ying looked at Shang Chenyan with suspicion.

The instigator sat motionless to the side.

No one can stop him from enjoying his time with his partner.

Shang Haisheng hugged Shang Nian and said, "Niannian, you don't know, that old man used to brag to me all the time about how amazing his granddaughter was abroad. Ha, I'm telling you, our Niannian is so cute and smart. Niannian, go and make your grandpa proud, okay?"

Shang Nian was inexplicably excited by what he said and nodded vigorously.

And so, she willingly let Shang Haisheng take her away.

After the two left, Shi Ying looked at the man opposite her speechlessly: "Shang Chenyan, how childish are you?"

"How is that childish?" Shang Chenyan walked over and sat down next to her. "My dad wants us to have dinner together tonight, so we'll only be able to be together during the day."

Shi Ying pushed him away with her shoulder: "We're together every single day, don't you get tired of it?"

"How could I find it cloying?" The man hugged her. "I just feel it's not enough..."

After lunch, the two went out.

Shi Ying sat in the passenger seat, watching the roads gradually recede from the city, and asked curiously, "Where are you taking me?"

"temple."

"A temple?" Shi Ying looked at him blankly. "Who goes on a date to a temple?"

Shang Chenyan turned the steering wheel, and the car drove onto the winding mountain road: "Wishes made there are very effective."

Have you been there?

As soon as Shi Ying finished asking the question, she felt Shang Chenyan turn his head and glance at her, his eyes filled with emotions she couldn't understand.

"I've been there many times." During the five years she was gone, he went there almost every month.

He used to disbelieve in gods and Buddhas, but after losing her, he didn't know who else, besides gods and Buddhas, could help him find her.

The car was parked in a parking lot halfway up the mountain, which was still a short distance from the temple.

Shang Chenyan led Shi Ying along a mountain path. Now even the area outside the temple has become incredibly commercialized, with stalls lining both sides selling incense and candles, fortune telling, and mostly snacks.

Contrary to Shi Ying's expectations, the temple was not deserted at all; on the contrary, it was packed with people and bustling with incense offerings.

Looking around, all he saw were young people. Shi Ying clicked his tongue in amazement. Is worshipping Buddha really that popular now?

"Xiangyin Temple is the largest temple in Jiangcheng, and it's very effective for praying for marriage and wealth," Shang Chenyan explained to her. "This is the main hall, where you can interpret fortune slips."

As the two walked through the gate, a few minutes later, a monk in a kasaya came to greet them.

"Mr. Shang, it's been a long time since you've been here."

Shang Chenyan nodded slightly, noticing the other person's gaze on Shi Ying, and introduced her as "my wife."

Shi Ying followed the example of the others and clasped her hands together in a gesture of respect.

A flash of surprise crossed the monk's eyes, then he smiled and said, "Mr. Shang has donated so much money to our temple over the years. Your sincerity will be blessed by Buddha, and all your wishes will come true."

"Thank you for your kind words."

The two seemed to have known each other for quite some time. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Shang Chenyan left with Shi Ying.

Do you know him?

"That's the abbot of Xiangyin Temple. I come here often, so I know him."

Shi Ying asked in surprise, "You come here often? What do you want?"

Shang Chenyan stopped in his tracks: "Please."

"Beg me?"

"Yes, please come back to me soon."

Shi Ying pursed her lips and took his hand: "Then you must have been very sincere, that's why you've waited for me to come back."

"So, are you here today to fulfill a vow?"

Shang Chenyan shook his head: "I've come to pray to Buddha to bless you so that you can stay by my side forever and never leave again."

The two stood under a tree, the white smoke from burning incense and candles filling the temple, blurring the tears welling in his eyes.

The temple was bustling with worshippers, and it took half an hour for the two of them to get a turn.

In the main hall, Shi Ying watched as he lit incense, knelt on the prayer mat, clasped his hands together, and kowtowed devoutly.

She knelt beside him, mimicking his actions, and looked up at the radiant Buddha statue.

Before today, she had never been to a temple to worship Buddha; she didn't believe in such things before.

But now...

Shi Ying closed his eyes and bowed to the Buddha statue.

She wanted to grant Shang Chenyan's wish.

After leaving the main hall, Shang Chenyan led her on a leisurely stroll through the temple.

Xiangyin Temple covers a large area. In front is the incense hall for tourists to visit, which is very crowded. However, the further you walk, the quieter it becomes. On both sides are meditation rooms, and the sound of chanting can be faintly heard.

After walking along a tree-lined path, a towering ancient tree suddenly appeared before me.

The tree trunk is so thick that it would probably take several people to encircle it. Red silk ribbons are hung all over the ancient tree, fluttering in the wind as if they could let all the gods in the sky hear the wishes on it.

"Shang Chenyan, let's write one too."

"it is good."

There were paper and pens in the pavilion next door. The two of them each took a piece of red cloth and wrote their wishes on it.

After she finished writing, Shang Chenyan asked her, "What did you write?"

Shi Ying hurriedly hid the red cloth behind her back: "I won't tell you, this is for gods and Buddhas, it won't work if you see it."

She ran out of the pavilion and stood on tiptoe to hang the red cloth up.

However, the tree was too tall, and the lower parts were already covered with other people's red cloths, leaving no empty space at all.

"Do you need any help?"

Taking advantage of his height, Shang Chenyan had already hung the red cloth at the top.

Shi Ying frowned in frustration and thought for a while. Suddenly, she bent down, picked up a stone from the ground, tied one end of the red cloth to it, took a few steps back, and threw it up forcefully.

The weight of the stone, along with the red cloth, hung on the tree branch above, even higher than where Shang Chenyan was attached.

Shi Ying looked at him smugly: "I hung it higher than you, so Buddha will grant my wish first."

"Yes, our Yingying is really smart." Shang Chenyan rubbed her head.

A breeze blew the red silk, and sunlight shone through the fluttering red cloth, making the black characters on it exceptionally clear.

Shi Ying looked up and saw a piece of red silk with handwriting that she recognized very well.

May the times be filled with joy and happiness, and may peace and tranquility prevail.

Above that is her handwriting.

May Shang Chenyan live a long and healthy life, free from worries year after year.