Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

Although Cheng Lydia doesn’t want to accept Gu William’s help, the two carers beg her with sad faces to take them in and not kick them out.

After all, employers as willing to spend money as Gu William are rare, and they don’t want to lose such a great opportunity to make money.

Cheng Lydia looked at their pleading faces and then at her left leg, which really needed help, and had to leave them behind.

With the help of her caregiver aunt, Cheng Lydia’s days are much better and she is able to go out into the garden in the morning and afternoon for some fresh air.

To her slight relief, Gu William had not been seen with her again for the past few days, saving her much discomfort.

After a week of conditioning, Cheng Lydia is able to get down and move her left leg slowly, which is a good improvement.

After breakfast today, Cheng Lydia was about to ask her aunt to accompany her out for a walk in the garden when there was a sudden knock on the door of the ward, and she swept the door in her direction and answered without any hope, “Come in.”

She had accepted the fact that Shen Ron would not be coming back, and seemed extremely numb to the knocking on the door.

The door panel is pushed open and Aunt Helen walks in.

Cheng Lydia was stunned for a moment, how she didn’t expect it to be Aunt Helen, a little surprised, a little surprised, she called out excitedly, “Godmother.”

Aunt Helen looked at her in the wheelchair, her eyes were red, she walked quickly to her, while looking at her, said painfully, “Lydia, I heard from your colleagues that you had a car accident, almost scared Godmother to death, how is it? Was it serious? Does it hurt?”

Cheng Lydia smiled and shook her head, “It doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s better already.”

“Why don’t you tell Godmother? Every time something happens you don’t tell Godmother,” Aunt Helen snapped.

“I did call Godmother, I guess Godmother was too busy and didn’t hear me.”

Aunt Helen was puzzled, “Really? How come I didn’t see your call?”

“Several days ago, but Godmother don’t worry, I’m fine with my carer aunts looking after me.” Cheng Lydia gestured with her finger to the two carers beside her.

Aunt Helen scanned the two escorts and asked, “Did Ron hire you?”

“Yeah, Ron is too busy with work to spend time with me at the hospital.” Cheng Lydia had casually lied to Aunt Helen with the idea of not letting her worry about herself.

Aunt Helen’s grip on the armrests of her wheelchair tightened, her knuckles whitening, the expression on her face unchanged.

Shen Ron commutes to and from work every day in front of People’s Hospital, only not once does he brake his car to a stop.

Only today, he braked the car to a stop on the side of the road.

Gu William’s accusing words assaulted his mind, and the sight of Cheng Lydia lying alone in the hospital began to clear in his mind.

He knew that Gu William had asked for an escort for Cheng Lydia, and perhaps Gu William would still be at Cheng Lydia’s side every day.

He didn’t know what he should say to Cheng Lydia when he went in, let alone if he should bully Gu William out of the room like he always did if he ran into the two of them together, or turn around and leave in silence.

He had been drunk that night, but drunk and truthful, and he had meant every word he had said, including being willing to set her free. Since he had decided in this life that he would never fall in love with her in this life, he would let her go to a man who would love her, so that there would be a reluctance for him, but only a reluctance, but for her it would be for life.

He turned the car off and pushed the door open to get out, his steps into the hospital still hesitant, hesitant.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a familiar figure walking towards him. He was stunned for a moment, then nodded politely and called out, “Auntie, what are you doing here?”

“I came here for a routine physical, did you?” Yang June sized him up.

“I …” Shen Ron’s mouth dropped open.

“Here to visit Cheng Lydia, are you?” Mrs. Yang smiled mockingly, “Quite thoughtful, I heard you even hired two escorts for her, and they’re the best in the hospital.”

“Yes, Lydia she needs someone to look after her.”

“It really is a two-way street.” Mrs. Young swept him a mocking glance and turned toward the taxi stand at the side of the road.

Shen Ron stood motionless for a moment before turning to call out to her, “Auntie.”

Mrs. Young turned back, “What is it?”

“I’ll give you a ride home.” He walked quickly to the back of the car and pulled the door open, “Auntie please get in.”

Mrs. Young sized him up and said, “Then I’ll trouble you.” Bending down, she dug in.

Shen Ron walked around the front of the car to the driver’s side, pulling open the door to get in, when out of the corner of his eye he accidentally caught another familiar figure. Slightly surprised, he turned his head slightly sideways and his eyes just met Cheng Lydia’s.

Cheng Lydia sat in a wheelchair, the bandage on her head having been replaced with a less ugly little piece of gauze, her leg still stapled with a shaped plate, and two carer aunts thoughtfully accompanying her on either side.

She was looking at him with a deep look of disbelief in her eyes.

Shen Ron, however, withdrew his gaze, which had only lingered on her for two seconds, and turned to pull open the car door and sit inside.

As she watched Shen Ron’s Bentley disappear into traffic, Cheng Lydia drew a soft breath, her heart in sorrow.

It was the first time she’d seen Shen Ron in days since he’d walked away from her last time, and sadly goodbye was stranger, and he was so cold he didn’t even say hello.

“Ms Cheng, do you really want to go to Yarn Hospital?” A carer collapsed and said, “You are not well yet, it is better to wait until you are discharged from the hospital.”

“Yeah, the doctor will be furious if he finds out you snuck out.” Another caregiver aunt joined in to discourage them.

From the time Cheng Lydia offered to visit her friend in Yarn, the two nursing aunts repeatedly discouraged her from visiting others in other hospitals when she was still a patient. It was really speechless.

“Go go go back, it’ll be quick.” Cheng Lydia looked up at them apologetically, “Please.”

“Okay then, make sure you go and come back soon oh.” The nurse aunt reluctantly agreed.

“Good.” Cheng Lydia nodded.

Just now Shen Ron and Cheng Lydia that brief glance, Mrs. Yang did not notice, got into the car she was concerned about taking off her coat, did not pay attention to the outside.

After saying goodbye from Cheng Lydia’s ward, she went to the attending doctor to find out about Cheng Lydia’s condition before walking out of the hospital.

“Been busy at work lately?” She asked casually.

Shen Ron scanned her in the reversing mirror and smiled, “Kind of busy.”

“How long has it been since you’ve been to see June?” Mrs. Young asked again.

“Been there yesterday.”

“Not going to make it today, are you?”

“I’ll be there sometime.”

“Why don’t you go for a bit later and bring something over for me by the way.”

“Okay auntie.” Shen Ron nodded his head in agreement.

The car pulled up in front of the Yang family’s main house and immediately a servant ran up to open the door.

After Mrs. Young got out of the car, she turned to Shen Ron and said, “Wait a minute while I go get my things.”

When Mrs. Yang finished speaking and was about to head inside, Shen Ron was busy calling out to her again, “Auntie.”

“What’s wrong?”

Shen Ron smiled slightly, “I’d like to go up to June’s room and sit down, is that okay?”

Mrs. Yang froze, not understanding how he could suddenly make such a request; in four years, he had never offered to sit in Yang June’s room, ever.

She tugged her lips into a smile, “Sure, come on in.”

“Thank you, Auntie.” Shen Ron bowed his head at her and walked with her to the house.

Yang June’s bedroom, on the second floor, is spacious and bright, with a warm and romantic light blue color scheme.

Mrs. Yang pushed open the door of the room and made a gesture at Shen Ron to come in, and Shen Ron stepped in.

He had been to Yang June’s bedroom twice, on the day of the wedding talk, and on the day of the wedding reception, but had just not paid close attention to the details of the bedroom.

“Ever since June’s accident, her bedroom has remained unchanged.” Mrs. Yang stepped into the house after him, and her tone couldn’t hide her sadness, “Because June doesn’t like people to touch her things, the maids are extra careful when they clean it every day, for fear that June will be unhappy when she wakes up one day and finds that her things have been touched.”

Shen Ron looks here and feels there and finds the bedroom is indeed spotless.

He walked over to the queen size bed and settled in, the bed was soft and comfortable.

Mrs. Yang surveyed him for a moment and said, “Look around for yourself, I’ll go out first.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Good.” Shen Ron gave her a nod.

Mrs. Young went away, closing the door of the room behind her in a smooth motion.

Shen Ron got up from the bed and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, pulling the curtains back in their entirety. The view from here was good, the air fresh, and he imagined Yang June standing sleepily looking out the window every morning, warm and lovely.

To the left of the bedroom is a full row of large sliding wardrobes; Shen Ron pushes open the first door, which is full of beautiful and expensive dresses, the second door contains tops, the third door is for bottoms, and the fourth door is for dresses for all occasions.

His fingertips brushed over the gowns of varying lengths and colors, finally stopping at a short pink and purple gown. His heart mourning slightly, he took the gown out from inside the closet.

It was a little girl’s dress, and the only one he was familiar with.

The gown was soft, with two roses and some pearls clustered around the waist, and the ruffled skirt was extra flowy, except for a noticeable missing piece at the hem.

It was the dress that Yang June was wearing when he first met her, when she resolutely tore her own dress with her teeth in order to help him bandage his wrists.

“This dress is torn, but it’s one of June’s most prized.” Mrs. Young came in with a glass of water and handed it to him.

“Thanks.” Shen Ron took the glass of water with one hand.

Mrs. Yang smiled: “It was your birthday that day, right? I took June to the dress shop to try on a dress, and she picked this dress out on her own. June said she met you in this dress, so she refused to throw it away even though it was torn like this, saying she wanted to keep it as a souvenir.”

When Mrs. Yang finished looking at Shen Ron, she saw that he was silent and quietly retreated.

Shen Ron wasn’t trying to talk because his brain and mind were too filled with memories of the past to think any more.

He put the dress back in place and pulled the cabinet door closed.

On the other side of the bedroom hangs an oversized framed art photograph of a fresh, smiling Yang June. Beneath the photo is the dresser, also beautifully decorated and immaculately colored.

The dresser drawer is unlocked and contains a photo album and a basement of letters that frame Yang June’s life from childhood to adulthood.

From her birth, to walking, to going to kindergarten … and scrolling down, Shen Ron saw her photos, the only ones she had taken that year with Yang June were intact.

At that time, he was young and sunny, she was young and cute, the two of them had deeper feelings than friends, thicker than brother and sister, did not know love, but above love.

The letters were all old, each one had drifted across the ocean from a distant foreign country, and each one had his handwriting on it.

Shen Ron set the album and letter back in place, closed the drawer and closed his eyes, letting the fluttering in his heart rush past.

Although he was drunk that day, Gu William’s words were vaguely remembered, and although he did not believe him, he still put forward the idea of coming here to have a look when he had just coincidentally met Mrs. Yang.

It’s also a good thing it’s here, or else I wouldn’t have seen what’s here, much less been able to trust Yang June’s identity with a firm attitude.

As to why Gu William would tell him such a lie, at this point it seems unnecessary to delve into it.

From Yang’s villa, Shen Ron drove to Yarn Hospital. At this moment, more than ever, he wanted to see Yang June, to see her quickly, to see her.