Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

“Well, indeed I did say that.” Cheng Lydia smiled stiffly and stole a sideways glance at Shen Ron, just in time to make contact with the faintly wicked gaze he was looking over.

Her heart seemed to have some clarity, daring to say that the old lady’s appearance of being terminally ill yesterday was a pretence? But it was not like that, the old lady yesterday was clearly pale and her lips were bloodless, she had seen it with her own eyes.

While going to her room, Cheng Lydia asked Shen Ron, “Is Grandma’s illness real or not?”

Shen Ron paused in his movement to remove his coat and turned his head to look at her, “Why do you ask?”

Cheng Lydia was shocked to find that she had been a little too direct in her question and was busy softening her tone: “Doesn’t grandma like to pretend to be sick? Yesterday she still looked like she couldn’t get out of bed, how come … today.”

“Didn’t she say she was happy to see the two of us making up, as it were, and that her health would be better.”

“That’s what you said on the road, too.” Cheng Lydia looked at him askance and gritted her teeth, “Shen Ron, you’ve teamed up with Grandma to cheat on me, haven’t you? In order to get me to stop thinking about divorce? You guys … are going too far!”

Once again, she admired the old lady’s acting skills, it was a shame she didn’t go on to become an actress!

She remembered that yesterday morning, before she could even open her mouth to mention the divorce, the old lady had preemptively said a bunch of things that made her too soft to mention the divorce anymore, which turned out to be all rehearsed beforehand, but she, the fool, had taken it seriously and was fooled into submission.

“In all honesty, it was all made up and directed by Grandma and she had nothing to do with me.” Shen Ron said, holding up three fingers.

“So it really was a fake.” Cheng Lydia gasped.

“Grandma is pretending to be sick because she likes you and is hell bent on keeping you.” Shen Ron stepped towards her and hugged her from behind, his red lips dropping a kiss on the nape of her neck before moving to whisper between her ears, “I meant everything I said to you anyway, stop obsessing about the process, as long as the outcome is perfect.”

“You’re clearly cheating!” Cheng Lydia tried to break away from him, but he held her tighter, and she fought to do so when a polite voice suddenly sounded at the door, “Hello, Young Master, Young Lady.”

It’s Ho Gina’s voice.

Cheng Lydia flicked her gaze in the direction of the door, she didn’t think Ho Gina would have the guts to come up to her, quite brave!

“Is something wrong?” Shen Ron asked in a hushed voice, his arm not releasing Cheng Lydia’s waist.

“The old lady asked me to bring up fruit plates for you.” Ho Gina remained polite.

Shen Ron looked down at Cheng Lydia, “Want a fruit plate?”

“Think so.” Cheng Lydia replied.

She knew Shen Ron’s original question should have been to her: dare you eat the fruit plate?

Dare you? Of course she dared. The real poisoner had dared to bring her the fruit plate, so what reason did she have to be afraid to eat it?

She shouldn’t be the one with a weak heart, Cheng Lydia!

“Come on in.” Shen Ron raised his voice in the direction of the door.

The door of the room opened at the sound, and Ho Gina came in with a fruit plate, a young and pretty face, a slim dress skirt, and high heels with rhinestones … Compared with Cheng Lydia, who was dressed casually, she was indeed much more refined.

However, the pretty little face paled slightly at the sight of the two people leaning close together, then quickly returned to normal and placed the fruit plate on the glass table before smiling lightly at the two, “Young master, young lady, please enjoy your meal.”

“Thanks.” Shen Ron let go of Cheng Lydia and walked over to the couch and sat down.

Ho Gina’s gaze turned to Cheng Lydia, cold with a smirk, clearly showing off her peace of mind.

Cheng Lydia can basically read the implication in her gaze, and yes, Shen Ron is handling the matter ambiguously, since he’s not entirely convinced of her innocence, nor is he entirely sure that Ho Gina is the one who poisoned her.

Hand on heart, maybe that’s why he didn’t go any deeper!

“Nice dress.” Cheng Lydia scanned the dress skirt she was wearing and smiled.

Ho Gina guffawed, “Thank you, the old lady ordered this for me from France, one for me and one for Miss Belle.”

Cheng Lydia nodded, followed by, “I don’t think it’s convenient to cut fruit while dressed like that though, so I’d rather work in uniform like Amy and the girls from now on.”

She said it calmly, as if it was just a casual reminder from her master to her servant.

Shen Ron paused in his fruit-eating, eating a smile and shaking his head.

Women, what a sensitive creature, he could even imagine what the expression on Ho Gina’s face looked like at that moment.

Ho Gina walked out with a grim face, and Cheng Lydia swept a cold glance at the smirking Shen Ron, walked across to him and sat down on the sofa, sticking a small bamboo stick into a slice of apple into her mouth.

“You’re not afraid she’ll put poison in the apple?” Shen Ron looked at her with a smirk.

Cheng Lydia said with a grimace, “She couldn’t spare you from being poisoned.”

“She knows I don’t eat apples.”

Cheng Lydia’s fingers stiffened as she squeezed the apple, yes heck, Shen Ron doesn’t eat apples!

She didn’t think Ho Gina was that bold, though, to pull another stunt while the Yang June incident was still fresh in her mind. She took a bite of the apple, then a second and a third bite …

“I didn’t think you were quite so stubborn and arrogant.” Shen Ron smiled lightly again.

“You can just call me spirited, I don’t mind.” It was already a very cultured thing to do to someone who had set herself up in such a way and not get so angry that she rushed up and tore her apart.

“You said that Ms. Yang and I have similar personalities, what would Ms. Yang do if she were in this situation?” Cheng Lydia suddenly became curious.

“She shouldn’t have fought back like you did.” Shen Ron smiled grimly, this time Cheng Lydia had started it herself, so don’t blame him for thinking about it, for remembering it.

“I remember that time I went to the Yang’s house to pick her up to go out for her wedding dress fitting, and when she went down the stairs she accidentally bumped into a maid who was cleaning, and the maid angrily scolded her for having eyes, and she not only didn’t reprimand but also apologized to the young maid one after another.”

“You like her nice and soft like that?”

“Not like that.”

“What? Isn’t she the goddess of your heart?”

“I had plans at the time to train her to be a principled, aspirational Young Lady Shen like you.”

“It’s quite rare to get your approval, young master.” Cheng Lydia smiled to herself, thinking Shen Ron would think she was a woman who liked to be mean to her servants.

Shen Ron suddenly leaned over, cupped her delicate chin in his fingers and lifted it slightly, stared at her with a smile and asked, “Has your anger subsided yet?”

“Not-that-easy-!” Cheng Lydia stared at him and spat this out in one word.

So he’s saying all these nice things to cover up the fact that he joined forces with the old lady to cheat on her? That’s really treacherous …

Despite all the talk of unforgiveness, things have come to this point and Cheng Lydia has no choice but to move on.

Regardless of the method the old lady used, one thing that could not be changed was that she had given up on the idea of divorce.

She and Shen Ron had both settled into the Hing Tai Residence apartment, had dinner together last night and lingered passionately all night, and had breakfast together this morning, and those were the catalysts of love, ah, and the thoughts of divorce that she had so easily built up were long gone.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

When she ate with the old lady at noon, she kept feeding her bowl of delicious food, causing even the last trace of resentment in her heart to dissipate and go away.

The warmth the old woman showed her made it impossible for her to resent it any more.

After eating lunch, the two of them planned to leave, and the old lady took their hands and asked reluctantly, “When will you come back to eat with grandma? It won’t be long, will it?”

Cheng Lydia glanced at Shen Ron and promised, “We’ll try to come back more often.”

“No more than two days you know?”

“Got it.” Shen Ron nodded.

Coming out of Shen Mansion, Cheng Lydia asked Shen Ron in disbelief, “Why is Grandma so clingy to you?”

“Because I’m the only family he has, stupid.”

“Doesn’t Belle come home a lot?”

“Belle was brought in by Mrs. Shen to marry her and has no blood Toby connection to The Shen Family.”

“Huh?” Cheng Lydia stared at him sideways in surprise, Belle wasn’t his real sister? How come she had never heard anyone say that before? And it seemed that Shen Belle was very close to both the old lady and Shen Ron, not at all like an outsider without a blood Toby relationship.

“Grandma didn’t tell you about this?” Shen Ron wondered when he saw the surprised look on her face.

Cheng Lydia shook her head, she’d never heard anyone talk about it.

Shen Ron gripped the steering wheel with both hands, looking ahead, and said unhurriedly, “Belle was married into The Shen Family with the current Mrs. Shen when I was fourteen, she was only eleven years old at the time, and has lived in The Shen Family all these years, very well behaved and hardworking, everyone likes her quite a lot, and Grandma has always treated her Grandma has always treated her as a part of The Shen Family.”

Shen Belle is not The Shen Family’s own flesh and blood!

That’s pretty shocking news for Cheng Lydia.

No wonder the old lady is so attached to Shen Ron, it turns out that in The Shen Family, only Shen Ron is her close relative.

After a long moment of contemplation, Cheng Lydia suddenly turned her head to look at Shen Ron who was driving in a serious manner and asked, “Shen Ron, can I ask you one more question?”

“Can you stop screaming like you’re a hater?” Shen Ron said as he gave her a look askance.

Cheng Lydia laughed breathlessly, what should she call him? Honey, Ron, or Ron?

She ended up not calling anything and asked carefully, “I saw a little boy who looked a bit like you at the other hospital last time, named Shen Kerwin, is he someone of yours?”

This incident had passed quite a long time ago, but every time she thought about it, Cheng Lydia still felt puzzled, curious and eager to know the truth of the matter.

If they just looked alike that would be normal, but if they even had the same last name, that would be a bit abnormal.

Although she couldn’t see Shen Ron’s face, Cheng Lydia sensed a faint grimace on his face… what did it mean? What did it mean? Could the little boy with the congenital heart disease really have something to do with him?

It had to be, she could already tell by the look on his face.

“What is it? Is it really your … illegitimate son? Or is it …?”

“Neither.” Shen Ron returned coldly.

“If none of them are, then why that look on your face?” Cheng Lydia asked, unafraid to die.

Shen Ron suddenly turned the front of the car to the right, braked to a stop on the side of the road, hands still on the steering wheel, twisted his head to stare at her and said, “If I say no, it’s no, and I don’t want to hear that name again, so you better get it in your head.”

His expression was so serious, so hard to read.

Cheng Lydia nodded instinctively, “Oh.”

What a strange man. How can he get excited so easily?

Although Shen Ron had a serious face and vetoed things so firmly, the suspicion in Cheng Lydia’s mind was not interrupted by it.

Seeing as there was no way Shen Ron was going to spill the truth, she would have to continue to wonder.