Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

Until she returned to Shen Mansion, Cheng Lydia’s eyes were still moist, and Shen Ron led her into the house, sat her on the couch, and poured her a glass of warm water.

Her body was still draped in a loose Gu William coat.

On the way, Shen Ron wanted to ask her what Gu William had just done to her and why he had made her cry so much, but in the end, he didn’t ask. He knew that anyone in this world could hurt her, but not Gu William.

“Have you eaten?” He asked, sizing her up.

Cheng Lydia nodded, dropping her eyes almost afraid to look him in the face.

She could not imagine that she and the man before her had ever been so much in love, this honourable and superior man!

During the night, Shen Ron came out of the bathroom to see her standing motionless on the terrace staring out into the still night sky as if she were wood.

With a slight hesitation, he stepped up and gently embraced her from behind, resting his jaw on her shoulder and whispering in her ear, “Tell me, what do I have to do to make you feel better inside?”

How?

Cheng Lydia laughed bitterly and rolled down her tears.

Shen Ron put his hands on her shoulders and planked her body over, lowering his head to kiss the teardrops on her face. She shuddered as if she had been struck by electricity, and her face tilted outward to avoid his lips.

In a situation where she couldn’t even figure out who she was right now, she just couldn’t make out with the man in front of her.

And Shen Ron didn’t push her, straightening up and uncovering the tears on her face with his fingertips saying softly, “Get some rest early.”

Cheng Lydia met his gaze with an apologetic look in her eyes, then nodded a little and headed for the house.

She thought about how if she really was Yang June, it would indeed be a little too cruel for Shen Ron.

The next morning, Cheng Lydia was awakened by a noise outside the house, she rubbed her eyes, only to find them sore and sore. She lifted the covers out of bed and went to the mirror, which reflected her figure, the swollen panda-like eyes were just a little alarming.

With that she pulled open the door panel of her bedroom in her nightgown, and the two maids came marching down the airy corridor, murmuring as they went, “… I didn’t expect the youngest to be so heartless as to spare even Ms. Yang’s favorite rosebush.”

“Ugh, men, they’re all really the same.”

“I used to think that the young master was different from other men, I didn’t expect … that.” The maid’s words came out as her head dipped and she politely greeted Cheng Lydia who was standing in the doorway of her bedroom, “Good morning young lady … …”

Cheng Lydia gave a soft ‘hmm’ and took a step in the direction of the air corridor.

When she saw that several of the male servants were using scythes and hoes to do violence to the roses on either side of the air corridor, she blanched and rushed up to stop them, “Stop it! These roses are obviously growing just fine, why are you cutting them down?”

“Young lady.” The male servants greeted her politely and said, “It was the young master who ordered it.”

“No, I said no!” Cheng Lydia sounded a little agitated.

“But …” The male servants expressed their dilemma, looking at each other face to face not knowing what to do.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’ll go and speak to the youngest.” Cheng Lydia turned and headed back, Shen Ron was not in the bedroom, perhaps he would be in the study, and when she pushed the door in she did see him standing upright at the window, not moving a muscle.

At the sound of the door opening, he turned around, a passing sadness in his eyes.

“Why did you have to cut down all the roses?” Cheng Lydia stepped in and gazed at him with anxious interest.

Shen Ron swept her up, his brow wrinkling slightly, in his pajamas, barefoot, wasn’t she cold?

He crossed over to her, walked to the door and bent down to lift a pair of cotton slippers into his hands, then knelt down at her feet, holding the slippers with one hand and holding her ankles with the other, slipping them over her feet.

The warmth of her fingertips brushed her cool skin, throbbing her heart and causing her to wince uncontrollably at her feet.

The large male cotton slippers looked extraordinarily empty on her feet, but at least they were warmer than bare feet.

Cheng Lydia was extremely uncomfortable by his thoughtfulness, but before her excitement was quelled, her searching eyes never left him.

Shen Ron said in a calm tone as he stood up, “Rose was planted four years ago because June liked it, and since she’s gone, it’s just a waste of grief to keep it, besides …”

He gently and rubbingly teased her jaw with his fingertips, gazing at her steadily, “It was my fault for keeping you in June’s shadow in the past, and from this day on, I will make June slowly fade out of your world.”

“And what about you? Will you let her slowly fade out of your world, too? You’ll never think of her or love her again?” Cheng Lydia felt like something was blocking her heart, and it felt like her breathing was becoming difficult.

For the first time, she tasted frustration at hearing that he was giving up Yang June.

Shen Ron mused, half-heartedly, before opening his mouth …

Cheng Lydia, however, quickly placed her forefinger on his lips and shook her head, “Don’t say that, don’t give up on her, don’t forget her, don’t not love her, don’t … cut off the rosebuds she loves.”

Teardrops rolled down from her eyes as if … he was really about to give her up.

Shen Ron’s stare at her faded to surprise and his mouth opened, “Lydia …”

Her reaction was so perverse, never the way a woman would normally react.

Wasn’t she supposed to feel happy and forget about Yang June with him?

Cheng Lydia is tempted to tell Shen Ron that she is his June, but is afraid of scaring him and making him think he is crazy. She remembers Gu William saying that Shen Ron doesn’t believe that she is Yang June.

It was no wonder he didn’t believe it; after all, even she couldn’t believe it herself.

“What the … hell is wrong with you?” Shen Ron asked suspiciously, Cheng Lydia had been puzzlingly perverse since last night.

“I just want to keep all those flowers.” Cheng Lydia begged.

“Why?”

“Because … I like it.”

“You like it?” Shen Ron scowled at her, then nodded, “Since you said you’d stay, then stay, it’s your call.”

“Thanks.” She spat that out gratefully and turned to walk out.

If it were before, Cheng Lydia would not want to stay at Shen Mansion for one more moment, but today she was late in leaving.

Shen Ron stood at the front of the house on his way out, watching the figure of Cheng Lydia on the second floor air corridor, after she had left the study and chased the maids away, planting the cut half of the rose back on the flower garden alone.

Her hands were covered in mud and her clothes were soiled on such a cold day, and she didn’t care.

He suddenly remembered that year in the Cheng family’s small yard, Yang June also meticulously squatted next to the soil planting roses in the same way, she said the roses were hardy, the flowers were red and not delicate, and the flowering period was long, so she liked it.

Looking at Cheng Lydia at this time, it was as if he saw his Yang June again.

He scrambled to look away, secretly hating himself for thinking of Yang June again.

After Shen Ron left, the old woman stood where Shen Ron had just stood and surveyed Cheng Lydia in the hallway and asked, “Would you say Lydia is not mentally deranged from the stimulus?”

Zhang Jane thought about it and nodded, “It looks like a bit, and it’s perfectly fine to call the gardeners on such a cold day.”

“Did I push her too far?”

Zhang Jane didn’t say anything, and after the old woman sighed in a wooden voice, she added, “It does seem so.”

Cheng Lydia finally smiled with satisfaction after planting back all the cut roses and looking at the still-vibrant flower garden.

She went back to her bedroom, washed her hands and changed into a clean set of clothes before heading downstairs.

The old lady sitting on the couch on the first floor saw her, stood up and asked, “Lydia, are you all right?”

Cheng Lydia looked into the older woman’s eyes full of concern and smiled weakly at her, “I’m fine.”

“Aren’t you off today? Going out again?” The old woman swept the satchel out of her hand.

“I’m going out for a little something.” Since she knew her past with Shen Ron, Cheng Lydia’s resentment towards the old woman was not so deep, after all, she was her own Shen Ron’s grandmother, the only family member of her beloved one.

Watching Cheng Lydia’s back as she walked out, the old woman was surprised instead, spitting out in a daze, “Did she just smile at me?”

“Young Lady is not one to hold a grudge.” Zhang Jane said with a light smile.

Cheng Lydia left Shen Mansion and drove straight to the Yang family mansion.

Following the route she had searched for before leaving the house, she went fairly well. Parking her car at the front gate of the Yang family, she stepped out of the car and stood towards the large iron gate, immediately scaring the slightly older security officer among them silly.

“Big … Missy?” That security brother even shivered on his legs and froze as he gaped at the suddenly appearing Cheng Lydia.

The other, younger one was calm, but instead looked at his colleague in disbelief, and then at Cheng Lydia, and then laughed snidely, “Don’t mind me, miss, my brother Kang has never seen a beautiful woman.”

Cheng Lydia smiled indifferently, “My name is Cheng Lydia, please inform your Mrs. Yang for me, and tell her I want to see her.”

“Okay, I’m on my way.” The young security guard quickly made his way to the duty room and used the intercom to ring the doorbell to the main house.

Mrs. Yang hesitated a little before instructing him to bring Cheng Lydia in.

Cheng Lydia followed the security boy in the direction of the main house and stepped inside to see Mrs. Yang staring at herself with a defensive look on her face.

Once the security boys had retreated, Cheng Lydia looked askance at the defensiveness on her and smiled mockingly, “How scared is Mrs. Yang to see me? Or how faint-hearted?”

Mrs. Yang put a defensive look on her face and stared at her in a cold voice, “What are you doing here?”

“Let me tell you something.” Cheng Lydia wasn’t going to beat around the bush with her and got right to the point: “I already know what you’re up to with my mother’s death …”

“Cheng Lydia you don’t have to talk so hard, if your mother was really killed by me, you would have brought the police to my door and arrested me.” Mrs. Yang interrupted her in a knot of anger.

Cheng Lydia nodded, yes, there was really nothing she could do to hold her in this matter, but today she was not here to pursue the cause of her mother’s death, but …

“What I want to tell you is not this thing, but another … thing.” As Cheng Lydia uttered these words, it was obvious that she saw a flash of nervousness on Mrs. Yang’s face, and it seemed that she was really weak.

“I already know what’s going on between me and Yang June and Shen Ron.” She said.

Mrs. Yang did panic and surveyed her worriedly, with suspicion in her eyes in addition to worry.

She didn’t say anything, as if waiting for Cheng Lydia to say more.

Cheng Lydia naturally understood her mind and stared at her, “On Shen Ron’s 14th birthday, you asked me to attend his birthday party in place of Yang June, during which I ran out of The Shen Family and saved Shen Ron who was slitting his wrists to kill himself. I fell in love with Shen Ron and he promised to marry me when he returned. Before he left the country, he promised to marry me when he came back. When he returned, he went to the Yang family to propose marriage, and you married Yang June into The Shen Family instead of me, didn’t you?”