Mr. Shang, please be passionately in love after marriage.

express delivery?

Shang Hanzhou patted Ace's fluffy head. Ace was very smart and immediately knew that he wanted it to open the door.

It barked once, and its four paws moved nimbly forward, darting to the door in a few quick steps.

The door opened.

There were two large cardboard boxes at the deliveryman's feet when Ace suddenly darted out, startling the deliveryman.

Shang Hanzhou then pushed his wheelchair over.

"Hello, please sign for this package."

The deliveryman handed over the pen.

The package from Jiangcheng was most likely sent by Yu Ping to Cen Xi.

Shang Hanzhou signed for it on her behalf.

Seeing that his leg was in a cast, the deliveryman kindly carried two large boxes of packages into the living room for him.

Just then, Aunt Fang finished preparing the meal.

"Mr. Shang, dinner is ready."

After closing the door, Shang Hanzhou didn't rush to open the packages. The two large boxes remained in their original place; they belonged to Cen Xi. Even though they were husband and wife, he had no right to open her packages without permission.

He took a picture and sent it over.

Shang Hanzhou: [Should we move to the bedroom?]

Cen hope did not reply; perhaps he was busy at the moment.

It was time for Ace to eat, and Aunt Fang prepared a hearty bowl of dog food for him. She had been trying to get Ace on a diet for a while, and it had been a long time since she had seen such a sumptuous dinner. Ace circled around Aunt Fang several times.

Its tail wagged from side to side, it was overjoyed.

Aunt Fang was also happy and whispered, "If you behave well, you can eat more in the future."

Ace barked twice, but it's unclear whether it heard him or not; it just kept its head down and ate intently.

Even if she works late at night, Cen hope usually comes home. Tonight is the first time she's spent the night at the hospital.

The dinner table felt somewhat deserted, even with the most delicious dishes, because one person was missing.

Shang Hanzhou didn't have a good appetite and only ate a small half bowl.

"Mr. Shang, this is a food box prepared for your wife."

Seeing that he had finished eating, Aunt Fang took out the food box, containing three dishes and a soup, each placed in an insulated container. She closed it and said, "I'll contact the driver now and have him deliver it to Madam."

If the wife knew that this was specially ordered by her husband to be sent to her, she would definitely be very happy.

As Aunt Fang was pondering this, she heard the man's calm voice: "I'll go deliver it."

Aunt Fang was about to call the driver when she heard this and was completely stunned.

"Sir...you'll deliver it yourself?"

Shang Hanzhou remained calm. As a husband, wasn't it normal to bring dinner to his hardworking wife?

Aunt Fang's smile widened: "That's wonderful! This is what life should be like!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of rustling sounds were heard, like claws scratching cardboard, which gave everyone goosebumps.

Turning my head, I saw it was Ace, the troublemaker!

It was rare to have food tonight, and it devoured dinner in no time.

Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, it started scratching at the cardboard box in the living room with its claws.

Ace's claws are trimmed regularly, and it's been a while since the last trim. I was planning to give it a trim in the next couple of days, but before I could even do it, it had already caused trouble.

The cardboard box from Jiangcheng was covered with Ace's claw marks, long lines that tore countless holes in it. Any parts that weren't so sturdy had been pierced by its claws.

Everything inside fell out.

But Ace seemed to get addicted to it; the more tattered the cardboard box became, the happier it was. Now it not only used its claws but also its sharp teeth to bite into it.

The cardboard box, which had only a few small openings, was completely torn to shreds.

Small, scattered items were lying all over the floor.

Aunt Fang was terrified. This was it; Ace would never have dinner again!

She rushed over, grabbed Ace's round head, and covered its mouth to stop it from biting.

"Okay, stop biting."

Even after being stopped, Ace still seemed a bit unsatisfied, his paws reaching out to tug at the cardboard box.

Aunt Fang quickly pulled it back to a safe distance.

She clung to Ace's neck, looking anxiously at Shang Hanzhou: "Mr. Shang, what should we do?"

The items that fell out included photos, dolls, various books, notebooks, etc.

They all look like old things.

The textbook had Cen hope's name written on it.

The handwriting is still a bit immature; these are all little things she made during high school and college.

Yu Ping packed everything up and sent it to her.

Shang Hanzhou glanced at Ace with indifferent eyes. Only after receiving this look did Ace, who had been making a ruckus just now, finally quiet down, drooping its tail and occasionally letting out a soft howl.

It knows it was wrong.

Shang Hanzhou said calmly, "Put it away in the bedroom."

Seeing that he was calm, Aunt Fang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Mr. Shang was not very angry, and Ace might still be able to keep her dinners in the future.

She let go of Ace and said, "Go play somewhere else."

Ace didn't dare to cause any more trouble. But when no one was paying attention, he pulled out several more pieces of paper, crumpled them up a couple of times, and then tossed them aside before running back to the balcony to play with his bone toy.

The crumpled pink letter fell beside Shang Hanzhou's wheelchair.

The pink and cute hearts on the letter paper are faintly visible.

The man's sharp brows furrowed slightly as he bent down and picked up the letter from the ground.

The letter paper is imbued with the meaning of bygone days.

The edges and corners have turned a slight yellowish tinge, but after so long, the envelope is still perfectly preserved. If it weren't for Ace's actions just now, the letter would definitely be flat and clean.

Shang Hanzhou was no stranger to such envelopes.

He received countless letters during his school days.

But this letter was written by his young wife, so it's highly likely it wasn't written to him.

His straight lips unconsciously pressed down, but reason told him that this was Cen hope's privacy, and he had no right to open it for her, even though the letter was written many years ago.

It turns out that what she said about writing love letters to someone was true.

The pair of long, pale fingers that landed on the envelope paused for a few seconds.

I gently pressed the crumpled envelope flat, one step at a time.

The moment the envelope was opened, a very light and faint fragrance slowly wafted out from the letter, and even after so many years, the delicate scent still lingers.

Shang Hanzhou's prominent Adam's apple bobbed up and down once with restraint.

With a slight push of the fingertip, the letter was pulled out.

The first line of her writing is a testament to the girl's innocent and youthful years.

She wrote:

Dear Z, this is the first year I've liked you.

Z.

Is it the "Zheng" in Jiang Zheng's name?

The man suddenly clenched the envelope, and the curve that had been so carefully smoothed out began to writhe again.