Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

“Go rest then, I’ll do the dishes later.”

“Forget it, I can’t trust you.”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Just give it another chance.” ,.

Shen Ron expressed his dismay at not being able to do something as simple as washing dishes.

Eventually, Cheng Lydia didn’t give him that chance and cleaned all the dishes herself.

As soon as he joined the company the next day, Shen Ron called Assistant Peng into his office.

Assistant Peng caressed his little heart and walked into Shen Ron’s office, thinking that these days CEO Shen’s temper was cloudy and unpredictable, so he better not have anything to do with it.

Shen Ron looked up at him and asked, “Where’s LILY? How come I haven’t seen her all morning?”

“CEO Shen did you forget that Sister LILY started her vacation today.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Secretary Cheng isn’t coming to the office again, I’m busy right now.”

“You want to take a vacation?”

“No, CEO Shen don’t get me wrong, that’s not what I meant.” Assistant Peng said busily.

Shen Ron looked at him and spoke with a serious look on his face, “Did you know that there are detergents on the market that don’t slip on your hands?”

That’s right, non-slippery detergent, that way he won’t break the bowl.

Assistant Peng was surprised to look at the CEO Shen in front of him, did he mishear that the CEO Shen was asking him about detergent? It didn’t seem to have anything to do with his work or the whole group, did it?

Or is the group going into new business and switching to home furnishings?

“CEO Shen, I’ve only ever heard of LIBERTY detergent that doesn’t hurt my hands.” Assistant Peng laughed dryly.

“Forget it, go ahead and get busy.” Shen Ron waved a hand at him.

It does seem that asking him, an older man who doesn’t even have a wife, would be tantamount to asking LILY for nothing.

Assistant Peng looked at Shen Ron with a suspicious look on his face, he had called him here just to ask such an inexplicable question?

CEO Shen sure is out of sorts these days!

Shen Ron placed Yang June in the VIP ward of Yarn Hospital, on the same floor as Cheng Lena, with a regular rotation of three caregivers each day.

After what happened last time, Cheng Lydia basically won’t go near Yang June again to avoid misunderstanding.

In order to get her mother’s signs back to normal and prepare her for future surgery, Cheng Lydia was more diligent and careful than ever in massaging her mother and loosening her muscles, taking an hour or two out of her day to spend in her mother’s hospital room almost every day.

After work hours, Cheng Lydia gets a call from Shen Ron saying she has to accompany a client tonight and asks if she can come along. She remembers the last incident with Mr. Chung and declines as she did.

Shen Ron didn’t force her either, and hung up after admonishing her to take care on her way home from work.

When Shen Ron doesn’t come home for dinner tonight, Cheng Lydia doesn’t bother to go home and cook her own food when she’s eating by herself, so she casually passes off dinner in the hospital cafeteria and heads for her mother’s hospital room.

The elevator stopped at Cheng Lena’s floor, the doors slowly opened, and Cheng Lydia stepped out, nearly colliding with an oncoming figure as she passed the corner of the hallway.

She instinctively stepped aside, and when she looked up she realized that the visitor was actually Aunt Helen, her Godmother, whom she hadn’t seen in days.

Aunt Helen obviously wasn’t expecting to meet her either, and both were stunned at the same time, Cheng Lydia being the first to ask, “Godmother, what are you doing here.”

“I …” Aunt Helen smiled, “Of course I’m here to see your mother, I thought you were off work and didn’t look for you.”

“Oh, I was just eating inside the cafeteria.” Cheng Lydia glanced in the direction of the hallway, “So has Aunt Helen seen my mother yet? Is this a good time to go?”

“Seen it, was planning to go back.” Aunt Helen, with a faintly uncomfortable look on her face, smiled dryly and said, “I’m in a bit of a hurry to get there, so I’ll come back another time.”

“Okay, Godmother bye.” Cheng Lydia shook her hand at her and watched her step into the elevator.

After sending Aunt Helen away, Cheng Lydia turned around and walked straight to her mother’s ward, which was quiet. Cheng Lydia walked up to Cheng Lena’s side and called down to her, “Mom, I’m here to see you again.”

Cheng Lena certainly wouldn’t respond to her, and she didn’t expect a response from her mother, turning to the bathroom to put hot water on her mother’s body.

The car accident five years ago, Cheng Lena was hit almost disfigured, and over the years has been sleeping, has been slim, so thin that even the shape of the face has become skin and bones, compared with the previous is simply a difference, want her to return to normal, even Cheng Lydia herself feel quite difficult.

Exiting her mother’s ward, Cheng Lydia passed by Yang June’s bedroom when she sensed something unusual inside, as she stopped slightly on her feet and looked in.

It was not the first time that the caregiver on duty had seen Cheng Lydia, yet she still unconsciously gave that surprised and puzzled look, obviously in disbelief at her similarity to Yang June.

Through a small window in the door panel, Cheng Lydia saw Shen Ron.

The nurse lady finally couldn’t resist asking, “Doctor Cheng, you and this Ms. Yang really aren’t …”

“It’s really not.” Cheng Lydia interrupted her, scanning the ward to ask her, “When did Ms. Yang’s family come over?”

“Just arrived, looks like he’s drunk.”

“He’s been drinking?”

“Seems like it, I smell a good puff of booze.”

“Well, if she goes, you let me know.”

“Okay, Doctor Cheng.”

Cheng Lydia looked at Shen Ron once more and turned to walk away.

Shen Ron is having dinner with a client today, drinking is inevitable, and it looks like he’ll be here as soon as he’s done.

Cheng Lydia returns to her mother’s ward, where she had planned to go back, and stays for now after seeing Shen Ron. The nursing lady said he had been drinking and she was not comfortable with that.

Since admitting Yang June to Yahn, Shen Ron has not visited her in the hospital very often, sometimes only after two to three days of empty time.

She knew that he was deliberately carving himself up and she knew that he was holding back hard, so at this moment she didn’t bother him and just waited silently inside her mother’s ward for him to come out of Yang June’s ward.

Yet, Shen Ron never came out of it with no intention of going home.

She glanced at the time on her wristwatch; the hour hand was already pointing to ten o’clock.

Why isn’t he going back this late?

Across the way, Cheng Lydia looked into Yang June’s ward and noticed that even the little caregiver had taken the opportunity to sneak out and play, and the doorway to the ward was empty and quiet.

She stepped up to the door of Yang June’s hospital room and looked in through the small window to find Shen Ron lying motionless on the edge of Yang June’s bed, as if he was asleep.

Carefully twisting the door handle, Cheng Lydia hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

The last time I saw Yang June was at Shen Mansion, but this time, Cheng Lydia was surprised to see how much better she looked, and that the virus had been completely cleaned up.

Shen Ron held Yang June’s small hand in his large, broad, strong grip and lay face down on the edge of the bed asleep, he had indeed been drinking, the faint scent of alcohol emanating from him.

Cheng Lydia hesitantly reached out and pushed her palm on his shoulder, and when he didn’t respond, as it were, she increased the intensity some more, calling his name in a whisper.

Shen Ron finally stirred, raising his head sulkily from the hospital bed, a blank childlike expression on his face.

“It’s time to go back to bed.” Cheng Lydia reminded softly.

Shen Ron whipped his head around at the sound of Cheng Lydia’s voice and giggled bitterly when he saw Cheng Lydia, shaking his head as he did so, “I’m not going back.”

“You have to work tomorrow, how can you work without rest?”

“I’m not going back … not back …” Shen Ron was thoroughly drunk, more so than when he had just arrived. He smiled and laughed and became sad, even his tone was helpless and bitter: “They all blame me for not coming to see June, I also want to come, but I have married you, have promised to try to love you, how can I come every day? How can you be intimate with two women every day …?”

Cheng Lydia hugged him heartily, letting his face be buried in her chest and stroking his hair, “I’ve seen all your efforts, I won’t blame you or push you, from now on you can come if you want.”

Feelings are not forced. If Shen Ron doesn’t have her in his heart, he may not fall in love with her even if Yang June is no longer there, right?

“How easy is it to get over someone, stop pushing yourself, I can tolerate another woman living in your heart, be a good girl, it’s late, go home and sleep.”

“I’m sorry …” Shen Ron spat out those three words apologetically, holding her slender waist for a long time.

“I can’t let her go.” He said.

“I always knew that.” She replied, with the same bitterness in her heart.

It’s been true for ages after the wine.

Outside the window the night had begun to quiet down and the night was getting deeper.

Shen Ron in her arms was also getting quieter and quieter, and Cheng Lydia looked down only to find him asleep again.

Even in his slumber, the pain on his brow remained painfully clear and distinct.

Is he really that unwilling to go back and stay here? Then let him stay.

Cheng Lydia made a concerted effort to carefully help him to lie down on the sofa opposite the bed, helped him to take off his shoes and socks and suit jacket, and fetched a quilt from another ward to cover him, before turning to leave when everything was arranged.

Standing inside the elevator, Cheng Lydia felt empty inside, as if something had been suddenly emptied out.

She leaves Shen Ron to Yang June because of her heartache, and she remembers the ruthlessness of Gu Ishara in preserving her marriage. Is it really possible to be emotional in a marriage?

Descending alone to the ground floor garage, Cheng Lydia caught a glimpse of Shen Ron’s Bentley parked quietly in the corner, where it was destined to accompany his master and guard tonight.

Lydia let out a soft and sultry sigh as well, turning in the direction where the Audi sub was.

The next day, Shen Ron woke up early from his sleep, the unfamiliar surroundings causing his brow to knit lightly as he closed his eyes and remembered everything from last night.

He’d had a few extra drinks last night when he’d accompanied a client to dinner and hadn’t been much drunk at first; the red wine had a bit of an aftertaste and he’d gotten even drunker shortly after he’d arrived at the hospital.

He vaguely remembered Cheng Lydia showing up last night, but couldn’t remember what he’d said or done to her.

In that situation, he could guess that he must have said a lot of things he shouldn’t have said.