Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

It was the first time she had seen so many roses, taking up almost the entire small yard of the house, the small red flowers embracing one another, blooming so brightly even in winter.

“Is this where June used to live?” Cheng Lydia asked, baffled.

When she saw the yard full of roses, she already guessed it was, but she couldn’t help but ask the question anyway.

Shen Ron nodded, his grip on the steering wheel clenching little by little as fragments of memory flooded his mind and stung his heart. He inhaled softly with a sinking breath and said dully, “Lydia, let’s go.”

He uttered this in an almost pleading voice.

The bits and pieces of the past were like a thorn, a knife, and he couldn’t bear the pain of being conked by memories, really couldn’t.

He shouldn’t have brought her here, but it was useless to regret it now.

For Cheng Lydia, who was sulking in that yard full of rosebuds, did not feel his eagerness to leave, but instead pushed open the car door and stepped down towards the rusted iron door.

Cheng Lydia peered in on tiptoe, then lifted her hand and gave a gentle push on the iron door, which actually opened.

The yard was almost paved with roses, leaving only a path to the house.

“Can I come in and take a look?” Cheng Lydia whipped her head around, only to find Shen Ron half-bent over holding the car door, breathing heavily and with fine beads of sweat covering the corners of his forehead.

“Ron what’s wrong with you?” Cheng Lydia rushed over in a panic and held his body.

Shen Ron couldn’t say yes to her and just felt bad and uncomfortable throughout.

“Where the hell are you not feeling well?” Cheng Lydia asked anxiously, seeing Shen Ron unable to say yes, as she helped him into the carriage, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“No need for …” Shen Ron tugged on her arm and pointed to the small cabinet under the steering wheel.

Cheng Lydia quickly opened the cabinet, there was only a box of pills in it, she picked it up and it displayed the word ‘aspirin’, then she looked at his symptoms. Cheng Lydia was stunned, it was a medicine to prevent heart damage!

A low grunt of pain from Shen Ron snapped her out of her daze and she hurriedly unscrewed the bottle and poured a pill from it into his mouth.

After feeding Shen Ron his medicine, Cheng Lydia opened the car door and let him sit quietly in the compartment.

Seeing Shen Ron’s breathing gradually calm down, she breathed a quiet sigh of relief, her surprised gaze glancing over him for a long moment before she asked, “You have a bad heart? Why haven’t I ever heard you say that before?”

The man she knew, the man she saw, had always been well and healthy, had never even had a cold!

“What? Regret marrying me?” Shen Ron, who had returned to normal, joked.

“Thanks for making jokes at this hour.” Cheng Lydia gave him an annoyed look and delicately wiped the beads of sweat off his face with a tissue, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing major, I guess it’s related to claustrophobia, I tend to lose my breath when I’m nervous.” Shen Ron stroked her head, “Didn’t you also say that you didn’t even notice it before? It proves that the chances of having an attack are very small, don’t worry about me.”

“Is it really okay?”

“It’s really okay.” Shen Ron, to prove he was okay, took the lead and stepped out of the carriage, “Come on, didn’t you say you wanted to look inside?”

The small courtyard had been bought and tidied up by Mrs. Young four years ago, and had been left so empty for years, waiting for this day, the day Shen Ron would return.

The door to the main house was likewise unlocked and opened with a slight push, the house covered in a thick layer of dust, Shen Ron shaking the spider flesh off the door with his hand and shielding Cheng Lydia’s head with the other.

The house was still furnished, only it no longer worked, and a feeling of déjà vu hit Cheng Lydia as she surveyed her surroundings, then turned on her heels and headed for a nearby bedroom.

In all her years, she had never had this feeling of déjà vu about any matter, except today.

The feeling was so amazing, it seemed like he had lived here for a very long time indeed, so long that even his amnesia felt familiar.

“That’s the bedroom June put me in in the first place.” Shen Ron glanced around, nothing had changed, except that the top of the windowsill had been covered with roses and the light was much dimmer.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

The setting sun slanted in from the distant sky, carrying with it splashes of flowery shadows.

“Does she pick a fresh bunch of roses and put them on the windowsill every day?” Cheng Lydia asked, turning back.

“How do you know?” Shen Ron gaped at her in surprise.

Cheng Lydia smiled slightly, “Because I would have done the same thing in my place.”

She imagined how happy and joyful she must have been back then, picking roses inside the yard every day and placing them on Shen Ron’s windowsill!

Cheng Lydia took a light breath and turned to walk out of the bedroom in the direction of the second floor.

She found a random door and pushed it open to enter.

Cheng Tian no longer remembered the scene when the photo was taken, but could imagine that the scene must have been extremely happy as well.

“Can I take this photo with me?” Cheng Lydia asked.

She had seen her old self in Miss Muzi’s phone and in Yang June’s photo album, but she had never had even one in her own hands. Especially pictures like the one in front of her with Shen Ron, she would love to keep one around.

Shen Ron didn’t understand why she wanted to take the photo away, I should say there was so much about her that he didn’t understand lately, instead he didn’t want to speculate on anything and just gave a slight nod, “As long as you like it.”

Cheng Lydia reached down and took the picture of the two of them off the wall and carefully placed it in her bag, turning to Shen Ron, “Come on, let’s go out.”

“Good.” Shen Ron took her by the shoulders and headed downstairs.

The sun had already set when I walked out of the yard, and the garden was still full of roses that were still swaying and growing.

“The roses are blooming better here than at Shen Mansion, let’s pick a bunch and go back and set up our bedroom.” Cheng Lydia broke away from Shen Ron’s arm around her shoulders and took the lead in front of the patch of roses.

“Careful of the sticking.” Shen Ron warned, then folded back inside and retrieved a pair of already rusted scissors from inside the drawer.

He walked up beside Cheng Lydia and said, “Let me help you.”

Cheng Lydia pointed to the roses taller than her head, “The pretty ones up there are out of my reach.”

“So let me help you.”

“Are you able to hold?”

“Just try it.” Shen Ron pulled her behind him and held out his long, slender arm, barely able.

He handed the cut flower branch to Cheng Lydia, who took it, put it to her nose and smelled it, smiling with a happy face, “It smells good.”

Seeing the smile on her face, Shen Ron couldn’t help but smile along with her and turned back to continue cutting the flowering branches.

Cheng Lydia looked up as she sorted through his cuttings and asked, “Did June plant all these flowers?”

Shen Ron froze, he wasn’t particularly sure.

When he arrived, several plants had already grown in the yard, and later he planted some one after another with Yang June, filling up the yard under the wall before he left.

And he had been gone for a decade or so afterwards, and he was not sure what kind of changes this small courtyard had gone through, but looking at the growth of these flowers, it just looked like they were some years old.

Not getting an answer from him, Cheng Lydia lifted her small face to look at the baffled man and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I was thinking that June and I must have planted these flowers together back in the day, but I’m not a hundred percent sure since I haven’t been here in over a decade either.” Shen Ron smiled and shook his head, lifting his hand to cut a branch.

Cheng Lydia was slightly surprised by his answer, so many flowers had actually been planted by her and him together, it did mean a lot, it was touching to think about.

Not paying enough attention, her index finger was accidentally stabbed by a flower thorn and she let out an ‘ahh’.

“What’s wrong?” Shen Ron turned around in a panic and dropped the scissors to cup her hand.

Beads of blood seeped from the jade-like fingers.

“Why are you so careless?” Shen Ron took her index finger and took it into his mouth.

“My hands are dirty …” Cheng Lydia’s hand was already in his mouth before the words to stop it could be said. Looking at him in a serious manner, she was a little embarrassed and a little warm at the same time.

It was true that her hands were not clean, she had touched them here and there and had not washed them since she had left work. But Shen Ron didn’t mind, just wanted to hurry up and help her suck out the germs inside the wound.

Shen Ron let go of her hand and asked gently, “Does it hurt?”

“It didn’t hurt at all.” Yes, it didn’t hurt at all, instead it felt comfortable and happy.

“Better let me do it, and you take a seat next to me.”

“No, it’s really okay, I’ll be careful now.”

“So stubborn.” Shen Ron flexed his fingers and flicked her forehead, shaking his head helplessly.

Even his rant was warming, and Cheng Lydia smiled warmly.

After cutting the roses, Shen Ron then cut off all the thorns on the underside of the branches, tied them with string and handed them to Cheng Lydia, smiling, “There you go.”

“Thanks.” Cheng Lydia took the bunch of roses in her arms and smelled them down, “It smells so good.”

Seeing her satisfied smile, Shen Ron couldn’t help but lose his smile, “You’re still easily satisfied.”

“I think you cut it even more beautifully than the ones sold in the flower shop.” Cheng Lydia said from the bottom of her heart.

Shen Ron rubbed a hand through her hair and glanced up at the sky, “Come on, it’s getting late.”

Cheng Lydia nodded and the two walked together towards the entrance of the courtyard.

Getting into the car, Cheng Lydia still didn’t want to put the rose in her arms down as the car slowly started and drove away from the small courtyard full of rosebuds.

Cheng Lydia thought Shen Ron would go straight home, but the car stopped less than three minutes after she pulled out, and she bent her head and looked through the window to see that the car was actually parked in front of a school.

Shen Ron gripped the steering wheel and didn’t turn the car off, but gazed sideways at her and asked, “This is where June and I used to play ball together, want to go down and see it?”

Cheng Lydia nodded, she wanted to retrace her steps wherever she and Shen Ron had been together.

Seeing her nod, Shen Ron locked the car at the curb and led her inside the campus.