Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

In the evening, Shen Ron stayed with the client until ten o’clock, and by the time he got home, it was almost eleven o’clock.

Parking the car in front of the main house, he tugged at the tie around his neck as he headed upstairs, his feet not even pausing for a second as he passed the door to the master bedroom on the second floor and went straight to the guest room on the other side.

However, the door to the guest room would not open, he settled down and twisted the door handle again, the door locking ground still had no intention of loosening, it looked like it was locked back.

Shen Ron came to the first floor, rummaging through the cabinets and began to look for the key, always clothed, meal open mouth, he did not understand the allocation of cabinets in the slightest, pull open the first cabinet is full of medicine, the second cabinet is full of tea, the third cabinet is full of spare tea cups …

After pulling the last cabinet still without result, he was so angry that he kicked the door on it.

“Young master, what are you looking for?” Zhang Jane’s puzzled voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Shen Ron turned back, a little embarrassed, “Zhang Jane, did I wake you up?”

“It doesn’t matter that you woke me up, the old lady was just falling asleep when you woke her up and told me to come out and take a look.”

“Well … I’m looking for the key, the key to the guest room …”

“Oh, the key to the guest room, ah, the maid accidentally locked it inside when cleaning today, the old lady said that if it’s locked, it’s locked, and there’s no need to sleep with people anyway, so she left it alone.” Zhang Jane said this with a serious voice.

Shen Ron, however, rolled his eyes as he listened, it seemed that all the guest rooms on the third floor must have been ‘accidentally’ locked by the little maid as well.

Ginger, it really does get hotter with age!

Shen Ron returned to the second floor with a dark face and stood hesitantly at the door to the master bedroom before pushing the door open and walking in.

Cheng Lydia was leaning over her bed reading when he entered, and when she heard the door open, she lifted her eyelids to look at him lightly, “Back.”

Other than that, nothing else, not even the body leaning lazily against the bed moved.

That’s wifehood for you. …

Having just been pissed off by the old lady, and now being so neglected, Shen Ron’s heart didn’t stop stinging and he looked at her askance, “Hey, when your husband comes home, shouldn’t you as a wife immediately drop what you’re doing and thoughtfully take off your husband’s coat and get his slippers?”

Cheng Lydia shifted her gaze from her book to him and surveyed him coolly, “Didn’t you already take off your jacket? The slippers are already on your feet too.”

“…”

Shen Ron shot a hateful glance at Cheng Lydia, who had redirected her gaze back to her book, and flung herself into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water came from inside the bathroom, and Cheng Lydia finally began to be distracted, listening to the sound of the water, her mind couldn’t help but see the image of Shen Ron naked in the shower, and the book gradually became unappealing to her eyes.

She simply threw down her books, pulled the covers over her head, and refused to be erotic!

Twenty minutes later, after showering and drying his hair, Shen Ron came out of the bathroom. He stood in front of the bed and stared at Cheng Lydia, who was sleeping with her head covered, for five seconds before turning to the wardrobe to look for a blanket to protect him from the cold. The only spare quilt had been taken away by Zhang Jane this morning, so he searched the entire wardrobe and couldn’t find a single blanket, and finally only found a long overcoat.

He came over to the couch and measured up the length and width from side to side; it was large, but it didn’t fit his one hundred and eighty-five centimeter body any way he looked at it.

Eyes moving to the bed again, Shen Ron ungentlemanly called out at Cheng Lydia, “Hey … Cheng Lydia, you’re small, it’s better for you to sleep on the couch.”

Cheng Lydia pulled down the covers and looked at him askance, “Why don’t you go sleep in the guest room?”

“The guest room is locked.” Shen Ron grimaced.

“Oh.” Cheng Lydia nodded, knowing in her mind that the old lady must have done it, she reached over and flicked off the bedside lamp, “But excuse me, there’s a first come, first served basis for everything, want to sleep in the bed? Come back early next time and take your place.”

“But how am I going to sleep on the couch when I’m so long?”

“Isn’t the floor quite spacious?”

“Cheng Lydia! Why do you have no love at all, or a white angel!”

“White angels correspond to the old and infirm, and it is better for an able-bodied one like you to love yourself, good night.” Cheng Lydia drew the covers back over her head and paid no further attention to him.

This woman is so … good and bad! Staring at her heartless back, Shen Ron gritted his teeth in anger.

This is The Shen Family, this room is the bedroom that his Young Master Shen has been living in, and this bed … is all his Shen Ron’s, right? Why did she give it all away as soon as she arrived, and there was no room for discussion.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

With a belly full of anger, Shen Ron shrank down on the sofa, which looked quite big, but he actually found it difficult to turn around when he was lying on it. He thought indignantly as he pulled his coat tighter around him.

The weather in autumn was getting colder and colder in the evenings, and a coat was not enough to keep out the cold, so he just shivered. The couch was small, and within two hours he had a sore back and a cold body.

Shen Ron sat up from the couch in annoyance, glaring at a sleeping Cheng Lydia with a resigned look on his face.

This is so unfair!

Cheng Lydia was not fat, and her sleeping posture looked quite honest, leaving a large empty space next to her.

With a slight hesitation, he crept up from the couch, walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the covers and carefully laid down on them.

Still much more comfortable and warm in bed!

He closed his eyes, never having enjoyed this bed of his so much.

Then, just as he finished enjoying himself, a brute force slammed into his waist, followed by his body nearly being knocked out of the way. He cried out in shock and lamely grabbed the covers before he could barely steady his body from being kicked off the bottom of the bed.

“What do you want?” Cheng Lydia glared at Shen Ron with a furious look on her face, how dare the man, touch the bed while she was sleeping?

Shen Ron’s brow furrowed in pain as she kicked him in the waist, and he jumped up from the edge of the bed, “Damn woman! Can you stop being so rough every time you take advantage of someone?”

“You were the one who climbed into my bed when I wasn’t looking, okay?” Cheng Lydia retorted, annoyed.

“This is my bed.”

“I’m your wife, and what’s yours is mine.”

“You …” Shen Ron knotted in exasperation and indignantly flung four words at her, “Unbelievable!” Then he lifted the covers and lay down in it, sleeping with his head covered.

Cheng Lydia saw that he looked like he was dying on the bed and was so angry that she didn’t know what to do, so she kicked him in the back with her foot: “Don’t you sleep on the couch? Why do you come to the bed? You get down …!”

“I’ve slept on the couch the first half of the night, it’s your turn to sleep the second half.”

“Letting a woman sleep on the couch, are you a man?” Cheng Lydia huffed and glared at him.

“You don’t know if I’m a man or not, do you?” Shen Ron got out from under the covers and stared at her with an evil look on his face, “Wanna try?”

Whatever she says, he just won’t sleep on the couch anyway, not even to death! Not even if he’s not a man!

Cheng Lydia looked at the impishness on his handsome face and blushed instantly, turning and grabbing her pillow and heading for the couch, slamming her body down onto it and closing her eyes with her back to him.

Shen Ron looked at her stubborn back and spoke with a mocking expression, “It’s cold to sleep there, don’t blame me for not warning you.”

Cheng Lydia raised her arms over her ears, clearly not wanting to hear him again.

Even if it’s cold, she doesn’t want to sleep in the same bed with him. Definitely not!

Shen Ron snorted disdainfully when he saw her cottony look of unwillingness to talk to him anymore, and pulled the covers back to sleep.

The autumn nights were really extraordinarily cold, and Cheng Lydia felt together at first, but slowly failed, shivering all over from the cold.

The determination she’d felt at the beginning faded from her mind, replaced by an urge to immediately crawl back into bed. She finally understood why Shen Ron had climbed into her bed in the middle of the night; this couch was not really for people.

As much as she wanted to go back to bed, the thought of Shen Ron’s evil face made her unable to pull it off.

After another half hour of endurance, Cheng Lydia finally couldn’t hold out any longer and followed Shen Ron’s example of just picking up a pillow and sneaking back into bed.

She carefully pulled the covers back and peeked at Shen Ron, finding him sound asleep, his handsome face showing no sign of turning awake, and dropped her heart.

The first time she had slept with a man in such silence, although she had tried to sleep as close to the side as possible, she could still see his handsome face clearly when she opened her eyes, and could smell his unique scent when she closed them, Cheng Lydia’s heart was pounding sharply, and her body was a little uncomfortable.

It was a torturous yet odd feeling, but it was always more comfortable than being frozen on the couch.