Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

“Nothing, just a little … well, a little uncomfortable.” Cheng Lydia didn’t want to waste his time, as it were, she collected plus hand to avoid the weight and said.

Shen Ron, however, flipped her collar open with his hand.

Several nail-poked wounds on the back of her white, delicate neck appeared in plain view to his eyes, wounds that were no more than half a day old at first glance.

A bad feeling hit him and he instinctively asked, “What’s going on?”

Despite the question, Shen Ron had already guessed what was probably going on, and he surreptitiously lifted his hands for a closer look, and saw a few traces of blood still under his fingernails. He hadn’t even noticed it on the way from the airport, nor had he noticed it when he was washing his hands in the suite.

“Why don’t you say it?” Shen Ron asked again, his tone much colder.

Cheng Lydia was about to explain when she was pulled into the car by Shen Ron, who himself got into the car from the other side and rummaged around inside the car’s cabinets for a while, eventually turning up a small medicine cabinet from the back side of the cabinets.

“I’ve just been medicated.” Cheng Lydia said.

“Why don’t you say it when I ask you? Does it feel like fun to be a hero? Or do you think I’m that cold-blooded and heartless that I hurt people and don’t care?” Shen Ron said unhappily as he opened the pill box.

As for her saying that she had already put on medicine, it looked like her hands couldn’t reach it and casually put it on, and it was all applied to the side. Moreover, the injury was so bad that she didn’t even have a patch to stop the bleeding, no wonder it hurt like that when he touched it.

“I just wanted to ask you to help me with the medicine, but seeing that you were busy working, I didn’t bother you … hiss …!” The disinfectant water stained the wound, Cheng Lydia whimpered in pain and looked up without a good look, “Shen Ron did you do that on purpose? It hurts so much …”

“How do you disinfect it if it doesn’t hurt?” Shen Ron glanced at her.

He was tempted to deliberately punish her, to make her grow a memory of carrying everything on her own and treating him, a big man, as transparent. But when he saw the wound on her neck, he couldn’t bear to really do that.

It was much more comfortable after the medicine was applied and the stop bleeding patch was put on.

“Thanks.” Cheng Lydia gushed at him gratefully.

Shen Ron retrieved the small medicine cabinet and gripped the steering wheel with both hands, sizing her up as his gaze eased considerably, replacing it with a touch of suspicion, “How come you’re not scared at all?”

“What? You mean on the plane?”

“Yes, how come you’re not scared at all? Why don’t you push me away? Do you know the sharpness of this disease?”

“I don’t know, so I’m not afraid.” Cheng Lydia giggled.

She was the doctor, and she certainly knew the stakes of the disease better than he did, and she was just so worried about Shen Ron at the time that she couldn’t care less about being scared. However, she didn’t want Shen Ron to know what she was thinking at that time, didn’t want him to think that she cared so much about him, cared so much that she didn’t care about her own safety.

She couldn’t let him mistake that she was so deeply in love with him that she was willing to die for him.

Seeing that he was still staring fixedly at her, Cheng Lydia added, “Besides, I am a doctor, an angel in white who saves the world, how can I leave my patients and run for my life in the nick of time?”

Shen Ron’s grip on the steering wheel tightened gradually and he gave a low laugh, “Is it really that good to be a doctor?”

“What do you mean?” Cheng Lydia wondered.

“Nothing.” Shen Ron shook his head and started the car on its way.

Yang June also dreams of becoming a doctor and also wants to be a white angel to save the world.

He was getting the impression that Cheng Lydia and Yang June not only looked alike, but also had more than a few similarities in their personalities and thoughts, which was why he cared more and more about Cheng Lydia, right? He thought.

The two went to an authentic Japanese restaurant together, and after the meal, Shen Ron took Cheng Lydia to an upscale clothing outlet building.

Cheng Lydia wasn’t planning on buying clothes, but she couldn’t always hog Shen Ron’s coat, as it were, and walked into the building with him.

She surreptitiously picked up the listing of a red down coat and glanced at it; it actually cost close to twenty thousand after converting it to RMB. She immediately hung the clothes back up and turned to Shen Ron, “Why don’t we just go shopping somewhere else.”

“I’m tired, let’s just have this one.” Shen Ron took the down jacket he had just taken off the rack, and after exchanging a few words in Japanese with the salesgirl, the salesgirl took another size of down jacket out of the cabinet and asked Cheng Lydia to go into the dressing room to try it on.

“So you can speak Japanese, huh?” Cheng Lydia looked at Shen Ron with an adoring look on her face.

“Didn’t I tell you, I worked here.” Shen Ron pushed her into the dressing set.

Cheng Lydia changed into her down coat and came out from inside the dressing room, stood in front of Shen Ron and asked, “Is it going to be bulky?”

“It’s okay to be bloated, it’s okay to be warm.”

“Of course it matters, bloat is fat and ugly.”

“What? You still trying to hook up a boyfriend back here?”

“…”

The sales lady said with a smile, “Sir, your wife is so pretty and this dress suits her very well, and there is a discount price today.”

Cheng Lydia didn’t understand Japanese and was busy asking Shen Ron, “What did she say?”

Shen Ron took out a card from inside his money clip and handed the sales lady a line to open the check, taking a moment to look at her and said, “She said this dress fits you perfectly and looks at least ten years younger, only thirty years old.”

Cheng Lydia’s face froze as she grabbed the card from the sales lady’s formalities, “Forget it, let’s buy it somewhere else.” After saying that, she left.

The smile on the salesgirl’s face also faded instantly, not understanding why Cheng Lydia suddenly changed her face.

Shen Ron reached out his arm and swept Cheng Lydia back, “Stop it and hurry up and give the card to the person.”

“It’s not a good deal to spend over $10, 000 on a dress that will make you look ten years older.” Cheng Lydia huffed.

What about her looks like she’s forty years old? Body like or face like?This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“Just keep it warm.” Shen Ron smiled as he re-passed the card to the sales lady.

At Shen Ron’s insistence, Cheng Lydia picked up another slim coat with a woolen lining and a scarf from another store until Shen Ron felt she wouldn’t be freezing again before calling back to the hotel.

Both were tired from the day, and Cheng Lydia took a shower and lay under the covers.

And Shen Ron sat in front of the computer busy with sleepiness because he had work to do.

Lying on this noisy bed, Cheng Lydia couldn’t help but have her heart beat a little faster when she thought about all the switches under the bed. Her eyes peeked at Shen Ron in front of the desk, from this angle she could only see the side of his face, his handsome features looked even more handsome and demonic under the orange light.

Gotta admit, he’s really charming, especially when he’s serious about his work.

Cheng Lydia, alarmed that she was getting a little flamboyant, withdrew her gaze and pulled the covers back to close her eyes.

Exhausted from the day, she soon fell asleep, and didn’t know how long, when she vaguely felt someone crawl into bed and lie down next to her side.

She leaned unconsciously into his arms, seeking that newly arrived warmth.

She leaned in so close that Shen Ron could even clearly smell the potion on the nape of her neck, and after a slight hesitation, his long, slender arms went around her waist and wrapped her into his arms.

It was a night when they were both tired, too tired to do anything, and the love bed the old lady had prepared especially for them became a kind of ornament.

There was a meeting inside Shen’s branch at ten o’clock, a lunch with a few Japanese clients at noon, a contract study with the clients in the afternoon, and a private party in the evening.

This is today’s itinerary, Cheng Lydia closed her itinerary book and looked up at Shen Ron who was sitting at his computer browsing through the documents for the meeting he would be using soon.

Shen Ron looks busy, and she, the secretary, has a lot of time on her hands.

Shen Ron had a habit of drinking coffee in the morning. Cheng Lydia found a box of coffee and utensils from inside the cupboard, made two cups of fragrant coffee and put one of them on Shen Ron’s table.

Shen Ron swept his cup of coffee and lifted his head to survey her with a mocking look, “I thought you couldn’t make coffee?”

Cheng Lydia smiled uncomfortably and turned with her other cup of coffee and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window to look out.

She knew why Shen Ron had asked; the last time Lim Edith had asked her for freshly brewed, she’d deliberately given her instant and claimed she didn’t know how to make coffee.

It’s not that she can’t cook, but she only cooks for people she thinks are worthy of her hands.

After attending the morning company meeting, Shen Ron then sent someone to take Cheng Lydia back to the hotel for lunch and rest.

At noon and in the afternoon, he had to accompany clients to dinner. Cheng Lydia did not know Japanese, and Shen Ron was afraid that she would be bored, as he chose to take Mr. Zhu there.

That’s exactly what Cheng Lydia wants; after all, it’s boring to have dinner and drinks with a bunch of grown men, and she’d rather be alone with the event.

As the car passed through a downtown area, Cheng Lydia suddenly said to Zhu’s assistant in the front seat, “Wait a minute.”

The assistant braked the car to the curb, turned back and asked politely, “What can I do for Secretary Cheng?”

Cheng Lydia smirked, “I’ll just get off here, you get back to work.”

“But … CEO Shen asked me to accompany you to dinner.”

“No, I’ll be fine on my own.” Cheng Lydia pushed open the car door and got out.

The assistant wanted to give a few more words of advice, but Cheng Lydia’s figure had already disappeared into the hustle and bustle of people nearby.

The streets are busy and pedestrianized, and all sorts of goods are available for sale.

Cheng Lydia picked out some accessories for Chung Grace in an accessory shop, and a hairpin and scarf for herself. Since she didn’t speak Japanese, it took her half a day of gesturing before the transaction was successful.

Next to a large shopping mall, Cheng Lydia’s eyes were drawn to the hanging version of the shirt on the model as she passed by the men’s section. It was a black slim-fit shirt that was new, stylish, and looked downright elegant.

The sales lady approached her with a smile and spoke a string of Japanese to her, Cheng Lydia didn’t understand a word of it. She could only smile at the sales lady and flipped out the price herself and looked at it.

The shirt is not expensive at all and it just looks like a great value shirt.

A store manager-like man approached, smiling in English, and asked, “May I ask who the lady is planning to buy for? A husband or a family member or a friend?”

Cheng Lydia’s fingers squeezing the hangtag loosened and withdrew her hand.

Yes heh, who is she buying this shirt for?

I just thought the shirt looked good, was cheap and worth buying, but I didn’t think about what she would do with it after she bought it and who she would give it to.

There wasn’t another male around her, other than Shen Ron, who was close enough to send shirts to each other.

And Shen Ron …

As far as she knew, what Shen Ron wore from the inside out was either hand tailored or a major international brand, and he wouldn’t even look at a shirt of this common brand.

“I’d rather not.” She smiled apologetically at the salesgirl.

But the sales lady continued with a smile, “This shirt is a limited edition model launched by our company, and it just so happens that today is our store’s tenth anniversary, so the price is so discounted, and by tomorrow the original price will be restored. If you like it, why don’t you buy one back, your husband will definitely like it too.”

“How good of a deal is it?” Cheng Lydia asked.

“50% off.”

So cheap …

Just full price when Cheng Lydia feel cheaper, it turns out that there is 50% off, buy back to the casual gift is worth it.

How about giving it to LILY as a thank you for taking care of her all these days.

LILY had asked for her help with online banking to purchase a set of warm clothes for her husband on her last lunch break, and she remembered that LILY had chosen a plus size.

After buying the shirts, Cheng Lydia ate dumplings at the top of the outlet to get her lunch sorted out and wandered all the way to where she was staying at the hotel.

I got lost after just two blocks and had to hail a taxi on the side of the road.