Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

“I don’t know, it felt like I couldn’t get the brakes on and I panicked and hit the tree.” Cheng Lydia looks back on the scene before the accident and still can’t figure out what caused it.

“Did you mistake the accelerator for the brakes? That’s the most common mistake women make.”

Cheng Lydia shook her head, “I don’t know.”

“Forget it, it’s all in the past, let’s not think about the uselessness of it.”

Cheng Lydia let out a ‘hmm’ and tried to turn around when the sharp pain in her leg returned and she drew in a breath as her brow knitted. You have a wound in your leg.”

“Is it badly hurt?” Cheng Lydia asked with both eyes, “Is it going to be disabled?”

She didn’t want to live the rest of her life in a wheelchair.

“It’s just a displaced leg bone, it’ll get better.”

“That’s good.” Cheng Lydia breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Ron leaned over and tenderly stroked away a sui of broken hair from her forehead and asked, “What would you like to eat? I’ll go buy you something.”

The tender Shen Ron is so charming that Cheng Lydia looks at him and suddenly has the illusion that she is the Yang June he has been longing for, and that the tenderness he bestows on her comes from the deepest part of her heart.

No Cheng Lydia, no stand-ins, no compensation with apologies.

She gazed at him steadily, afraid that if she blinked her eyes, he would disappear, just as Chung Grace had just turned out to be an illusion.

Shen Ron ran a hand over his face and laughed softly, “What’s wrong? Don’t recognize me?”

“Indeed, I don’t recognize it.” She laughs.

“That’s because you’re hurt, you’ll know each other when you’re healed.” Shen Ron squeezed his hand compassionately over the tip of her nose, “Say, what do you want to eat?”

“What can I eat?”

“You’re a doctor, you should know better than I do.”

“Then buy me a white porridge.”

“Okay, I’ll get it.”

“Wait.” Cheng Lydia called out to him, sweeping a glance out the window at the night, “You have to work tomorrow so go home early and get some rest, just have Amy come over and keep me company.”

“It’s okay, I’ll make my own arrangements for work.” Shen Ron said and left.

Soon, Shen Ron brought back a white porridge from outside.

He served the porridge in a small bowl and scooped a small spoonful and carefully handed it to Cheng Lydia’s mouth, “Here, open your mouth.”

Cheng Lydia took the porridge he fed her in her open mouth and as he was about to take a second spoonful raised her hand to grab his gauze covered left hand asking suspiciously, “What happened to your hand?”

His wrist that was slapped at Shen’s gate had clearly scabbed over and didn’t need to be wrapped in gauze, so why did he wrap the gauze around it again today?

Shen Ron glanced at the wound indifferently, “It’s nothing, just an old wound that I accidentally touched open.”

“Why are you so careless?”

“A man, how can you do what a woman does and look ahead.” He took her small hand off his own injured hand and smiled, “How come we’ve been taking turns getting hurt lately.”

“Yeah, why?”

“I didn’t even get a mosquito bite before I married you.”

“I wasn’t so miserable before I married you either.”

“Are you kicking me or am I kicking you?” Shen Ron asked in mock trepidation.

“I think it’s mutual grams.” Cheng Lydia sighed.

Before she was married to Shen Ron, she was basically safe on the outside except for the bickering with Lim Toby, where there was ever anything like a medical emergency or a car accident.

Shen Ron stayed with Cheng Lydia for the night and went to work the next day despite Cheng Lydia’s insistent urging.

Amy arrived at the hospital with nutritious soup to replace Shen Ron, and as soon as she saw Cheng Lydia in this miserable state, Amy’s eyes turned red as she said, “Young lady, why are you so disaster-ridden!”

“Who knows? I’m puzzled too.” Cheng Lydia looked at her with a bitter smile, “Don’t you cry your eyes out, I’m not dead.”

“Young lady you don’t say such obscure things.” Amy breathed in as she served her soup, “I heard Ah Hang say that if the Young Master hadn’t run down to save you in a desperate attempt, you would have been burned to … blah blah blah, what am I talking about.”

Amy slapped her mouth and suddenly got a big smile on her face, “I’m not naturally good at saying nice things, you don’t blame me, young lady, do you?”

“How so.” Cheng Lydia smiled, then stared at her and asked, “You said the youngest took a chance and saved me?”

“Yes, and the youngest hurt his hand over it.” Amy inserted the straw into the bowl and moved it to her mouth, “Young lady try it to see if it’s the right temperature.”

Cheng Lydia took a light puff and it was just the right temperature.

Her slightly surprised gaze still rested on Amy’s face; it turned out Shen Ron’s hand was bruised from saving her.

What kind of motivation would it take to make him willing to put his own life on the line to save her, since Shen Ron cared for her to such an extent?

The last time he blocked a brick for her, he said it was just a passing block, so what about this time?

“Young Madam, the Eldest Young Master is still very good to you.” Amy smiled ambiguously, “I even saw him send you flowers yesterday morning, and it is said that the Young Master never sends flowers to women, except for … Ms. Yang, of course.”

One comment, however, made Cheng Lydia wake up like a dream …

Ms. Yang, except Ms. Yang!

Amy realized she had said the wrong thing again and was busy slapping herself on the mouth again and changing her tone, “But Ms. Yang is a thing of the past, so don’t you mind, young lady.”

Is it over? Has it really passed? Cheng Tian smiled to himself.

Did Shen Ron send her flowers, help her block bricks, and save her from a dangerous carriage, all on the basis of Yang June?

“Young lady, are you angry?” Amy crumpled her face.

Cheng Lydia snapped back, still smiling lightly, “No, you know I’m not such a cheapskate.”

“Young lady is most magnanimous.” Amy was busy changing the subject, “By the way, the old lady said she would come over to see you in the evening and tell you to get some rest.”

“Well, thank her for me.”

“Okay.”

Cheng Lydia drank some of the soup and just felt her appetite go away.

She pushed back the delicious meal Amy had served, her heart suddenly missing the bowl of white porridge Shen Ron had fed her last night.

When Chung Grace walked out of the set, she saw Gu William’s car parked on the side of the road.

She hesitated for a moment before stepping over, pulling open the passenger door and getting in.

“Wrapped up earlier than expected.” Gu William gave her a small smile and started the engine, “What would you like to eat?”

“Whatever.” Chung Grace took off her sunglasses and shot a sideways glance at him.

The smile on the side of his calm face was clear.

She wondered if Gu William knew about Cheng Lydia’s car accident, and if he did, he probably wouldn’t be in the mood to come over here to pick up the closing and ask her what she wanted for dinner, right?

“Then we’ll go for French food.” Feeling her gaze, Gu William twisted his head with a smile to look at her, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, haven’t seen you in two days and missed you.” Chung Grace turned back her gaze.

“Sorry, it’s been a bit of a busy couple of days.”

“It’s okay, I’m content to see you once every two days.” Chung Grace bit her red lips lightly, hesitating to tell her the news of Cheng Lydia’s accident.

She couldn’t feel bad if she didn’t tell him, and if she did, maybe she wouldn’t be able to eat anything tonight.

“If … I told you that Lydia had been in a car accident, would you not even be in the mood for French food?” No sooner had Chung Grace’s words left her lips than she felt the car shake noticeably, followed by a sharp brake to the right at the side of the road.

Chung Grace was really taken aback by him and turned her head to look at him in bewilderment, was there a need to react that badly?

Gu William twisted his head to look at her as well, a similarly stunned expression on his face, obviously questioning the meaning of what she had just said.

The two just stared at each other, and time seemed to stand still.

Finally, he spoke, a soft tremor in his voice that he couldn’t hide, “Is she okay?”

Chung Grace shook her head, “Nothing major, displaced leg bone, a few stitches in the head, being treated inside the hospital.”

“In which house?”

“City People’s Hospital.”

Gu William’s ten fingers on the steering wheel tightened, and he took a deep breath to calm the heart that had just been hanging in his throat.

Thankfully … is not life threatening.

“Do you need me to get out of the car?” Chung Grace pressed back the hardness in her heart and forced a smile.

“No.”

“You’re not going to go see her?”

“Is that necessary?” He asked rhetorically.

“There’s really no need.” Chung Grace said, “Ron doesn’t move an inch from her side, and you’d just be making a nuisance of yourself if you went.”

“Yeah, what am I going to do?” He smiled to himself and restarted the car, he was still going to go for French food and continue on his own life path.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

The poignancy in his brow made Chung Grace’s heart soften, both a little.

She wouldn’t have told him about it if her heart hadn’t gone out to him, surely not.