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

In the evening, a discreet Rolls-Royce drove into the old house.

When Shang Chenyan and Shi Ying arrived, the first-floor reception room was very quiet, with only servants busy in the kitchen.

The butler came out to greet them: "Master and Miss haven't returned yet. Madam said this afternoon that she went to pick up some gift, and she just called to say that she won't be home for a while."

Shang Chenyan hummed in agreement: "You guys go ahead and get busy."

He turned to Shi Ying and asked, "Are you tired?"

Shi Ying shook his head.

"Would you like to sit in the living room for a while, or shall I take you for a walk? There are many flowers that my dad planted in the back garden, would you like to go and see them?"

"Okay." Shi Ying took his hand, and the two walked out together.

In late spring and early summer, the climate in Jiangcheng is very comfortable, with a gentle evening breeze bringing a touch of coolness.

The old house was nestled in a mountain forest, far from the hustle and bustle of the city. Only the occasional chirping of birds could be heard. Shang Chenyan introduced her to the strangely shaped flowers:

"My dad doesn't like anything else but fishing and gardening."

Shi Ying curiously touched the yellow flowers: "I thought Auntie planted them, but I didn't expect Uncle to like them."

"My mom doesn't like doing these things."

The two walked around for a while. When Shi Ying came before, she only walked around the old house. She didn't expect the backyard to be so big. She was a little tired after playing all day.

"Shang Chenyan." Shi Ying stopped, tugged at his finger and shook it. "I'm tired, I don't want to walk anymore."

"There's a swing over there, want to sit for a while?"

Shi Ying jumped up and threw herself into his arms, hugging his neck: "I don't want to leave at all, carry me there."

As she lunged at him, Shang Chenyan naturally grabbed her legs and lifted her onto the swing under the flower stand.

Shi Ying was too lazy to move, so she nestled in his arms and said, "We forgot something today."

"What is it?"

Shi Ying frowned, "We forgot to donate some money for incense when we left the temple. Will Buddha think we weren't sincere?"

Shang Chenyan chuckled: "You don't need to donate money for incense. I donate to Xiangyin Temple every year, and I've already donated your share."

Shi Ying gave an "oh" and hugged his neck: "You're so sincere, Buddha will surely bless you with everything going well in this life."

Shang Chenyan wrapped his arms around her soft waist and said, "With you by my side, everything goes smoothly for me."

Shi Ying sat for a while and then felt a bit cold from the wind. She tried to stand up, but Shang Chenyan pulled her back down onto his lap.

"What's wrong? We've been out for so long, Niannian should be back by now. Let's go back quickly."

Shang Chenyan pinched her waist impatiently: "You talk about her every day at home, and today is my birthday, and you're still talking about her?"

Shi Ying chuckled and pinched his cheek: "Shang Chenyan, aren't you ashamed to be jealous of your own daughter?"

"I'm not ashamed," the man said matter-of-factly. "You're not allowed to mention her again today. If you mention her even once, I'll..."

"What will you do?"

Shang Chenyan suddenly curled his lips into a smile, his hand slipping under her cardigan along her lower back: "I'll teach you a lesson a few times."

He pressed down on her back and kissed her.

In the open garden, with light emanating from the old house in the distance, Shi Ying nervously gripped his clothes, trying to get away.

"Ugh...no...we're outside..."

Shang Chenyan ignored her and slid his fingertips over her soft lower abdomen. Shi Ying instantly went limp and leaned weakly against him, letting him take what he wanted.

In the quiet garden, only the sticky sounds of their lips entwined could be heard, making Shi Ying blush.

Unable to bear it any longer, she pushed him away and turned her head to avoid him, saying, "Stop it, it's time to go..."

Just as he was about to lean closer, Shi Ying covered his mouth: "Can I stop nagging?"

Shang Chenyan then kissed her palm with satisfaction: "Today, you can only have eyes for me."

"So childish," Shi Ying retorted.

She shifted on his lap, trying to stand up, but heard Shang Chenyan grunt, "Don't move."

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and kissed her gently, again and again.

Shi Ying sensed something and indeed dared not move, but her eyes were filled with disbelief: "Shang Chenyan, you..."

"You should be more restrained."

Finally, she said this earnestly.

The man said in a low voice, "He can't control himself at all."

He just wanted to be with her every moment and never be separated.

*

It was an hour later when the two returned to the old house.

Shang Haisheng brought Shang Nian back. Cheng Suyun and Shang Shijin's family were already sitting in the living room, playing with Shang Nian.

"Mom!" Upon hearing footsteps, Shang Nian hurriedly jumped off the sofa and ran to Shi Ying, hugging her.

"Niannian, did you have fun playing with Grandpa today?"

Shang Nian pouted, looked up from her arms, and gave Shang Chenyan a listless glare.

After being taken away by her grandfather, she belatedly realized that her father had simply wanted to get rid of her so that he could have her mother all to himself.

I hate it.

Shang Nian held Shi Ying's hand and clung to her every step of the way, even sitting with her during meals, separating her from Shang Chenyan.

Shang Chenyan glared at her, who was caught in the middle, but Shang Nian ignored him and turned to hug Shi Ying's arm.

"Mother..."

"What's wrong, Nian Nian?"

Shang Nian glanced at Shang Chenyan with a pitiful look on her face: "Mom, Dad wants to hit me."

Shang Chenyan: "..."

Seeing his aggrieved expression, Shi Ying almost couldn't help but laugh. She lowered her head and said to Shang Nian, "Niannian, today is Daddy's birthday. Our Niannian is a magnanimous person, so please be lenient with him today, okay?"

Shang Nian blinked: "Okay..."

She pouted and tugged at Shang Chenyan's sleeve, but didn't look at him.

Shang Chenyan impatiently brushed her fingers away: "What are you doing?"

"Dad, let's switch seats," Shang Nian said awkwardly.

At least she still has a conscience.

Shang Chenyan didn't stand on ceremony with her at all, picked her up and tossed her to the spot next to Shang Yu.

He moved closer to Shi Ying and contentedly took her hand under the table.

The father and daughter's argument came to an end, and harmony temporarily settled at the dinner table.

Yuan Song poured Shang Haisheng a glass of wine, but Shang Shijin tried to stop him, saying, "Dad is so old, he's not allowed to drink anymore."

Shang Haisheng laughed and said, "It's just a little bit, your mother didn't care, so you're not allowed to say anything."

Cheng Suyun retorted irritably, "What can I do about it?"

Yuan Song patted Shang Shijin's hand: "The alcohol content is very low. It's rare for us to have a meal together today, so let Dad drink less."

He pushed his wine glass towards them: "Dad, when Shi Jin was still with the company, she wanted to acquire the land in the south of the city that was intended for retirement. Although Kyushu won the development rights in the first round of bidding, we could still..."

Shang Haisheng's expression remained unchanged: "We're having dinner, so let's not talk about company matters."

Yuan Song's expression stiffened, and he forced a smile, saying, "It's not good to bother you all the time, so I thought I'd ask today."

"Currently, Shen Yan is in charge of the company. If you need anything, go to him." Shang Haisheng took a sip of his drink. "As for me, I just want to enjoy my retirement at home."

Yuan Song raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "You're right."