"Bring back the old Su Yun."

Once this thought came up, it seemed to take root and grow wildly in Sheng Huai's head, crawling all over his limbs and bones.

The more he thought about it, the more justified he felt.

Su Yun is his wife!

He spent a huge sum of money to buy her back, and he supported her and let her live the most pampered life.

Why shouldn't she be satisfied?

He wanted Su Yun to fall in love with him again, to adore him, and to have only eyes for him!

"Go to the old lady!"

The driver was stunned for a few seconds and quickly turned the car around.

In the twilight, the luxury car sped all the way to the entrance of the Chinese-style manor and stopped.

The carved black lacquered door slowly opened.

The old lady's housekeeper came running over to take the luggage, and lowered his voice with an uneasy look on his face: "Mr. Sheng, the old lady has been scolding you a lot these past two days."

He raised his eyebrows and looked inside the house: "Where's Mrs. Sheng?"

The housekeeper replied respectfully: "I am taking the old lady for a walk."

"knew."

He nodded and walked into the house with his long legs.

The lobby of the villa decorated in Chinese style was empty, but the aroma of food wafted through the restaurant.

The servant brought him a bowl of soup on a tray and said, "Mr. Sheng, this is made by the Madam. She has been cooking for the past two days. The old lady is very happy."

He took off his black windbreaker, wiped his hands with the hot towel handed to him, then sat on the sofa and looked at the bowl of steaming soup, his eyes frozen for a few seconds.

Suddenly, it seemed as if I had returned to the past.

When he got off work very late after a meeting, Su Yun would rub her sleepy eyes and go to the kitchen to heat up the soup, then she would support her chin with her hands and finish her meal with him.

How could such an ordinary daily life suddenly become a distant past?

Sheng Huai felt depressed.

I picked up the spoon and took a sip. My eyes were so irritated by the smoke that I even felt like crying.

It's crazy.

He must be crazy to feel like this.

Bang!

The soup bowl was placed heavily back on the table. Sheng Huai loudly and coldly ordered the servant to take it away, then he stood up, walked quickly upstairs and closed the bedroom door heavily.

The pouring cold water, along with the cold mist, poured all over his body, water droplets rolled on his honey-bronze skin, revealing clear lines of his sexy waist, abdomen and collarbone.

He took cold showers again and again, trying to calm himself down.

How could he tolerate himself starting to miss his past with Su Yun?

His emotions finally calmed down a little. He walked out of the bathroom and put on his clothes. His eyes swept across his wrinkled shirt, and Sheng Huai felt a little irritated.

The servant trembled: "Sir, you have instructed before that all clothes should be taken care of by the wife."

He had forgotten about this matter.

It has been a long time since Su Yun helped herself iron her hand wash like she used to.

He stood by the window smoking, then turned around and called the servant: "Is the old lady back?"

"The old lady and the wife are back. They will play the piano downstairs. The old lady likes to listen to the wife playing the piano."

"Got it. Let's go down."

After the servant left, he took a few deep puffs of his cigarette, looked in the mirror again, and then strode out of the bedroom.

Su Yun is playing "Girl's Prayer"

He could tell that this was the first day of their marriage. Little Su Yun, wearing a white dress, sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and played the first song for him with a blushing face.

It was also the first time he lost his temper with her.

"Su Yun! Are you annoying so early in the morning? It's so noisy!"

After that, she never played the piano for herself in the morning light again, and she became more and more sensible.

Sheng Huai leaned on the jade railing on the second floor and looked at her intently.

A white cotton dress wrapped around her thin body, her long black hair was loosely tied up, and her frosty white fingertips danced on the black and white piano keys.

As beautiful as a painting.

It's really hard for a man not to be attracted by such a woman.

Sheng Huai always felt that he was willing to spend a lot of money on her not because of love, but because he was obsessed with this beautiful body.

Besides, how could he give his heart to others?

He strode downstairs.

"Humph! It's really not easy for President Sheng to come here."

The old lady sitting on the sofa was so angry when she saw him that she grabbed the fruit at hand and threw it at him: "Go back to your villa and stop being an eyesore here!"

The piano music stopped abruptly.

Su Yun raised her head and met his gaze, then looked away.

Sheng Huai didn't mind. He calmly picked up the fruit on the ground and put it back on the table, then sat next to the old lady, but his eyes were always on Su Yun who was sitting on the piano stool.

"The company has been a bit busy these days."

He explained in a very gentle tone, but it was unclear whether he was explaining to his grandmother or to his wife.

"busy?"

Grandma Sheng pointed at the door with a gloomy face: "If you are in a hurry, get out! The door is over there..."

The old lady was a little agitated, holding her chest and gasping for breath.

"Grandma, let me help you go and rest."

Su Yun stood up from the piano stool, bent down and spoke in a gentle voice, but she never looked at him.

Sheng Huai followed her gaze, wanting her to look at him even out of the corner of her eye.

"Granddaughter-in-law! Help me upstairs. I'm so angry when I see this little bastard!"

Old Mrs. Sheng snorted coldly, used her crutch to open her grandson's legs, and was supported by Su Yun to go upstairs.

Sheng Huai did not chase after her, he understood that his grandmother wanted to give him and Su Yun some time alone.

In the bedroom.

Su Yun helped her grandmother lie down, and put some warm water on the bedside before she turned off the lights and left.

"Grandson's wife."

In the darkness, grandma spoke in a hoarse voice.

She stopped and walked back to sit down beside the bed.

"Grandma, do you want me to stay with you for a while?"

The skinny hands clenched her thin wrists, and the old man's voice was choked with sobs.

"Xiao Yun, I know... you've been wronged. It's the Sheng family that has wronged you. Grandma doesn't even have the face to plead for that useless thing."

"Grandma, don't say that." Su Yun's eyes were a little moist.

"Don't you want to live with Sheng Huai anymore?"

Suddenly, Grandma Sheng looked into her eyes, and all she got was silence.

She sighed: "Give him some more time, okay? Just consider it as... for the sake of an old man like me."

Su Yun smiled gently, raised her hand to tuck in the corner of the quilt before standing up: "Grandma, you should rest first. Can I make dumplings with you tomorrow?"

Grandma Sheng didn't insist on continuing.

She turned off the lights and closed the door quietly. Her heart sank when she caught sight of the figure at the door.

Sheng Huai strode over and grabbed her wrist, his tone was very stiff: "Why are you ignoring me?"

Su Yun didn't look at him, turned around and went downstairs quickly. She didn't want to argue with him in front of her grandmother's door.

I don't want to argue with him anymore.

Sheng Huai followed relentlessly.

It was already completely dark, and we kept walking along the corridor of the Chinese-style villa covered with lush vegetation.

Su Yun walked very quickly, even though she didn't know where she was going.

Sheng Huai also followed her footsteps silently.

The corner was covered with ivy, and in the darkness, there was a rustling sound as an unknown animal crawled on Su Yun's feet.

She exclaimed.

I was caught off guard and fell into the strong chest.

She was hugged so tightly that she could hardly breathe.

"Let me go..."

"Don't even think about it!"

Sheng Huai lowered his head, greedily sniffing the familiar scent of perfume in his arms.

He now had an inexplicable urge to rub her into his body.

His voice was unusually gentle.

"Mrs. Sheng, are you blaming me?"