Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

Just after arriving at the hospital, Cheng Lydia is asked by a colleague to attend to an emergency patient. She gives the blood sample taken from Yang June to Doctor Song and asks her to help send it to the laboratory.

Doctor Song didn’t pay much attention to it, and took the blood sample inside the testing room.

Because the results could not be produced on the same day, Cheng Lydia packed up and left at the end of the day without asking.

The next day, Cheng Lydia and Shen Ron boarded a flight to Japan.

The sunlight outside the window was a little harsh, and Cheng Lydia said to Shen Ron, who was flipping through a magazine, “Can you pull the window down?”

“I don’t like to stay in places where the light is too dim.”

“…” Cheng Lydia, of course, wasn’t going to argue with him about that little thing, and leaned back in her chair to close her eyes and get up.

Along the way, there were several strong turbulences and the plane was a bit bumpy.

As another strong current hit, in addition to the airline steward urging everyone, line after line, to stay calm and stay put, Cheng Lydia heard a small murmur coming from next door.

Cheng Lydia was also the first time she had encountered such a strong draught, and although she was certainly a bit scared, she still held back that hint of fear and looked over her head, and was surprised when she saw Shen Ron cowering in the corner with his head in his hands.

Was she just too much of a girl? Why did she feel so scared when everyone on the plane was wailing and screaming, and even Shen Ron, a big man, was cowering under his chair?

Cheng Lydia reached out and patted him on the shoulder and reminded, “It’s just a strong air current, what are you afraid of? If planes were that easily knocked down by strong air currents, then there would probably be more air crashes than car accidents.”

Shen Ron was still shivering, and Cheng Lydia felt the cold sweat on the corner of his forehead before she realized he was really scared.

“Shen Ron, the draught will be over soon, don’t you be afraid …” She pulled him over her body and didn’t wait to take him into her arms, Shen Ron was already eager to throw himself into her arms and hold her in a death grip.

He hugged her tightly, wrapping his hands around her neck, his nails sinking into the skin on the back of her neck. Stabbing pain hit her and Cheng Lydia gritted her teeth, forcing the words out from between them, “Shen Ron, are you trying to strangle me?”

Finding Shen Ron in a state of complete lack of self-control, Cheng Lydia only felt that something was wrong, and from her experience as a medical student, the symptoms were claustrophobic.

She suddenly remembered Shen Ron’s comment when the plane had just lifted into the sky, that he said he didn’t like to be in places with too much light, and it seemed he was indeed claustrophobic.

This disease if severe will relieve the fear in his heart by hurting himself when he loses his mind, and may also hurt anyone or anything that comes near him.

At this point Cheng Lydia felt a burning pain in her neck, but she didn’t squeal or push him away again, instead she clenched her teeth and held him tightly as she waited for the draught to calm down.

Gradually, the plane began to smooth out and all the passengers on board stopped screaming. The sweet voice of the flight attendant rang out again, telling everyone that the plane had passed through the strong airflow zone and was in normal flight.

The plane smoothed out and Cheng Lydia immediately pushed the windows up and the light instantly brightened up.

“It’s okay, it’s over.” Cheng Lydia said smiling as she patted Shen Ron on the back.

Shen Ron gradually stopped shivering, but did not move away from Cheng Lydia, still holding her tightly. With his eyebrows slightly knocked, he actually fell asleep.

Cheng Lydia felt his breathing grow more even and peaceful, and she knew this was what he looked like when he fell asleep.

Cheng Lydia adjusted a position that would make him feel more comfortable and allow him to sleep better.

It wasn’t until the plane had landed smoothly and the passengers had started to disembark in droves that Cheng Lydia pushed Shen Ron out of his sleeping chow.

After holding the same pose for close to two hours, Cheng Lydia felt her neck and arms sore, but she still forced herself to say to Shen Ron, “We’re in Japan.”

Shen Ron swept his head up to look around and then at Cheng Lydia, who was being held tightly in his arms, as memories of two hours ago came rushing back to him like a spring. He abruptly retreated from Cheng Lydia’s arms to the chair, touched his cheek, and said less than comfortably, “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?”

“Seeing you sleeping, I couldn’t bear to call.” Cheng Lydia said.

“Sorry, I’m claustrophobic and especially afraid of flying.”

He was afraid of flying because he was afraid of the strong air currents when the flight attendants would ask for all the windows to be closed, and the dark space combined with the frightening bumps and the annoying screams were too much for him to bear.

Cheng Lydia scowled at him and asked suspiciously, “If you’re so afraid of flying, why do you dare to fly your own plane?”

Shen Ron glanced at her, “And it wasn’t because of you.”

Driven by her? Cheng Lydia watched his back as he loped off, a little confused.

Did he mean that the last time he went to Anjo, he was forced by her?

Too, he told her the other day that he had immediately sent a helicopter to Anjo as soon as he received the photos.

Now that I think about it it’s a good thing everything was safe at the time or she would have been guilty as hell.

The head of the Japanese branch, Mr. Zhu, and his assistant had been waiting at the entrance of the airport for a long time, and when they saw the two coming out, they immediately greeted them, “CEO Shen and Secretary Cheng have had a hard journey.”

But all the better-looking female secretaries, most of them are dense to the bed, Mr. Zhu naturally has the slightest slack to Cheng Lydia.

An assistant to one side of the room was quick to pick up the two men’s cases and put them in the back trunk of the car.

Shen Ron raised his hand to his wristwatch and said to the two men, “Just give me the car, you can go ahead and go back.”

Zhu scanned Cheng Lydia and nodded with a knowing look.

Although he had the intention of inviting CEO Shen to a dinner, the discerning eye could see that people had their own personal arrangements with CEO Shen’s beauty on their side.

Shen Ron drove the car out of the airport and went straight to the hotel where LILY was staying, which she had booked in advance.

It was a five-star luxury hotel and LILY booked the Presidential Suite, which was lavishly decorated and fully furnished with an oversized double bed.

Cheng Lydia stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and realized that it was also a great place to see the night view, and the night view outside was just gorgeous.

“What do you want to eat later?” Shen Ron asked her as he changed his set of clothes and straightened his cuffs.

“Just something to eat.” Cheng Lydia headily complimented, “It’s a beautiful night here.”

“It’s not beautiful to see the night view here, it’s beautiful to see Tokyo at night from the Roppongi Mori Building.”

Cheng Lydia twisted her head to look at him, “You seem to know Tokyo pretty well.”

“It’s okay, spent a little time here the year the branch was founded.”

Cheng Lydia nodded and went back inside to begin unpacking her belongings, placing the two of them one by one in the spot where they belonged, and as she habitually checked the bedspread, she noticed something odd about the design of the bed here, with a myriad of variously shaped switches at the edge of it.

She pushed one of the buttons and it didn’t respond, as she turned back to stare at Shen Ron with a puzzled look on her face and asked, “What is this?”

Shen Ron swept her up, a mockingly light smile gladly rising at the corners of his lips, and said, “Ms Cheng are you pretending to be innocent or are you really innocent?”This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“What?”

“Twenty-something years old and you don’t even know about love beds.” The mockery in someone’s eyes intensified.

Erotic beds? The term is not so unfamiliar.

Except, by the look on his face, it was as if it was a shame that someone in their twenties didn’t know about love beds.

Cheng Lydia’s face flushed a little with hot shame, but grunted out stubbornly, “Spoken as if you sleep a lot.”

Shen Ron looked at her scarlet, pretty face and smiled a wicked smile.

Cheng Lydia’s head dropped and she took her clothes into the bathroom.

All the way to the back of her neck, Cheng Lydia felt extremely uncomfortable with stickiness and a burning pain. She stood in front of the mirror and pulled back her collar, twisting her body with difficulty to look at the wound on the back of her neck, noticing several nail marks on the back of her neck, surrounded by blood stains that had dried and turned dark red.

No wonder it hurts so much, it’s bleeding from Shen Ron’s scratch.

Cheng Lydia came out of the bathroom, Shen Ron was at his desk with a serious face working on his laptop, she got the medicine box from the cabinet, went back to the bathroom and got some random medicine to rub on, because the injury was on the back of the neck it took a lot of effort to rub the ointment on it, she didn’t even bother to put on the hemostat.

Japan is much colder than LS City, and it was unexpected for Cheng Lydia to be caught in a strong cold spell these days. The two sets of clothes she brought with her were not too thick, so they were barely enough to get by.

In fact she didn’t have any particularly thick clothes either, since it wasn’t winter yet and she was a non-clothes shopper.

The medicine was put on and changed before Cheng Lydia stepped out from inside the bathroom.

“Ready to go out?” Shen Ron swept his eyes up at her, his long, slender fingers dancing and flying over the keyboard.

“That’ll do.”

Shen Ron covered his book and got up, grabbing his coat and car keys aside with his hand.

Stepping out of the hotel lobby, Cheng Lydia was jolted by a cold, chilly wind and unconsciously grabbed the collar of her trench coat.

Feeling her coldness, Shen Ron twisted his head, which hair noticed that the coat she was wearing was both so thin, and his handsome brow frowned, and said with an angry reproach, “Why are you so underdressed?”

“I didn’t think it would be this cold.”

“You don’t even look at the weather forecast when you go out?”

“Forgot about …”

Shen Ron took off the coat he was wearing and was about to drape it over her when Cheng Lydia was busy stopping him, “No, you can put it on yourself, I’m not cold.”

Shen Ron thought with a grimace, forcing the coat over her shoulders despite her excuses. As the two of them pushed, Shen Ron’s palm pressed against the wound on the back of her neck, causing her to frown and suck in her breath, her palm instinctively brushing the back of her neck.

“What’s wrong?” Shen Ron asked as he surveyed her.