Chapter 5

In the living room, a man was sitting on the sofa, his back hunched, his left shoulder tilted, his head tilted to the right, apparently preparing to apply medicine to his injured right arm.

Because of the arched back, the grey short-sleeved shirt stuck to his back, outlining the muscle lines of his back, every inch of which was just right.

The man glanced at her when he heard footsteps. Song Shu walked over to him, looking at his awkward movements and said, "Let me do it."

The man retracted his gaze and said calmly: "No need."

"Yes, yes. The bruise needs to be rubbed vigorously so it can heal faster."

Seeing how he was bending his arm and having difficulty applying the medicine, Song Shu didn't give him a chance to refuse. She crossed over his legs and sat on the other end of the sofa.

The sofa was not big. As soon as she sat down, Song Shu felt her hand was about to touch his, and the man's breath instantly hit her face.

She tried her best to stay calm, picked up the unlabeled bottle of water that he had opened on the tea table, poured some into her palm, and then rubbed it in her palm.

The medicine had a strong smell and was not very pleasant.

When her palms felt warm, she turned to him and said, "Stretch out your arms."

The man raised his eyelids and looked at her, then stretched his arm in front of her.

Song Shu lowered her head and put her hands on his arms and began to rub them vigorously. However, after a few times, she found that as she lowered her head, her long hair slid down to his arms with the movement. She seemed to feel the arm under her hand move.

Song Shu didn't care. She just wanted to tie her hair up. Her hair fell down several times. Fortunately, she avoided it, otherwise it would have been stained with the medicine in his hand. She had just washed her hair tonight, and she didn't want to wash her hair again in the middle of the night.

But her hands were covered in medicine, and if she wanted to tie them up herself, she had to go over him to wash her hands, which was very troublesome.

She raised her head and looked at him, a little embarrassed, "Well, can you help me pick up my hair?"

Chen Zonghao was originally feeling uncomfortable because of the hair that was swept onto his arm, and just wanted to pull his hand back and rub the medicine on himself.

When he heard the woman's words, he lowered his head and met her almond-shaped eyes, which were staring at him eagerly, just like the look Jiahui gave him when she asked him to buy a toy.

Chen Zonghao paused and did not pull his hand back.

Song Shu met his eyes, and they were silent for a while. Seeing that he didn't move, Song Shu remembered that she had just been brave enough to ask him to do something. Her neck suddenly shrank, and she thought she should do it herself.

"Don't move." A man's voice rang in my ears.

Song Shu only felt his other hand against her shoulder to stop her from shrinking back, and then his big hand smoothed all her loose hair from left to right into his palm.

Occasionally his fingertips accidentally touched her back, and Song Shu almost jumped up reflexively. She felt that she seemed to have made a bad suggestion.

And he used his uninjured left hand, which trapped her between his hand and the sofa. For a moment, Song Shu felt that she was surrounded by him.

"Okay." The man's voice sounded above my head.

Song Shu felt a chill on her neck. All her hair was already half lifted in his hand. She could only suppress the discomfort and lowered her head to continue rubbing the medicine on his wound. "Okay, thank you."

The two stopped talking, but the uncomfortable atmosphere lingered around them.

Song Shu could only numbly repeat the movements in her hands, but she felt that she had taken a bad job. Because of the bulging muscles in his arms, it was difficult for her to rub the medicine into the mouth, and she could only use all her strength.

He was so focused that he forgot about the discomfort. He remembered the purpose of accepting this task, so he spoke carefully, "You should know that your sister-in-law gave you..."

Song Shu kept thinking about this sentence, and she hesitated, not knowing how to say it out loud.

Telling the person in front of him that he has a wife and that his wife is himself is not only awkward, but you may also get him angry.

If she got a husband for no apparent reason, she would be very angry and would scold the person who did it and tell him to go back to where he came from.

"Oh, find me a wife." The man lazily took over her words with a flat tone, as if it was no big deal.

Song Shu didn't know for a moment whether he was being sarcastic or really didn't care at all, and couldn't help but look up at him, "I was wrong about this matter. At that time, I was only thinking about solving the problem of my identity..."

Song Shu explained to him the whole story in one breath.

But no matter what, Song Shu still apologized to him first. Although it was her original body who did it, she has now traveled through time and space and is taking on the original body's identity.

Moreover, the only two beneficiaries in this incident were her and her sister-in-law, and he was the only pure victim.

After saying this, Song Shu anxiously waited for his reaction, whether he would be angry and tell her to get out or send her to the Hong Kong Immigration Department to sue her for fraud.

The former is fine, but if it is the latter she can only run away secretly.

But the man's reaction was beyond her expectations. He didn't say anything about it. He just said, "Jiahui seems to be very attached to you."

After hearing this, Song Shu subconsciously followed his words and said, "Fortunately, Jiahui is still a child." After all, it's okay for a child to be a little clingy, and she has been through so many things.

Chen Zonghao picked up a small tuft of hair that had fallen from her ear and held it in his hand. He continued, "I'm not home for a long time. Jiahui needs someone to take care of her."

Song Shu didn't notice his actions. Her mind was filled with his words. Then she realized that he meant that she could stay on the condition that she helped take care of Jiahui.

Song Shu suddenly felt relieved, and her anxiety and worry disappeared in an instant. At least she now had a place to stay, and helping to look after Jiahui was not a difficult task.

Not to mention that Jiahui is already over five years old, there are many things that a child can handle by herself, so there is not much need to trouble her. Besides, she likes Jiahui very much and does not think this is a trouble.

Thinking of this, Song Shu couldn't help but give him a big smile, "Thank you so much."

This man was such a good person. Not only did he not hold her accountable, he was also kind enough to give her a place to stay.

Thinking of their marriage certificate, Song Shu said seriously: "If you have someone you like in the future, you can tell me, and I will definitely go and get a divorce certificate with you. Or if you have a girlfriend now, we can also go and get a divorce tomorrow."

Song Shu thought that the male protagonist was a nice person, and she couldn't be so tactless as to be a stumbling block on his road to happiness. However, seeing that he remained unmarried and childless in his later life, she didn't know whether he didn't want to get married or because of Jiahui's matter.

But she didn't dare to do anything. She didn't want to be a cannon fodder wife anymore.

But Song Shu felt that after she said this, the expression on his face, which had been relatively calm just now, suddenly became expressionless again, and he glanced at her with a neither salty nor cold look.

Song Shu shrank her neck. She thought she hadn't said anything wrong. She could only blame this person for his changeable moods.

The atmosphere became cold again, and Song Shu could only hold back the second thing she wanted to say, which was renting his front room, and thought about finding another opportunity to talk to him about it. If it really didn't work, she could see if there were any other storefronts for rent nearby.

"Okay." The man's voice interrupted her thoughts.

The man pulled back his injured arm and took back the hand that was grabbing Song Shu's hair. In an instant, the black hair was scattered on Song Shu's back again.

"Oh." Song Shu also took her hands back. Feeling that she had nothing to do, she stood up, half-raising her hands that were stained with medicine, and said hesitantly, "Good night then."

After saying that, he walked towards the bathroom to wash his hands.

There was the sound of a lighter being turned on from behind.

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Song Shu lay on the bed, turned over and hugged Jiahui. Fortunately, Jiahui would sleep with her tonight, otherwise she would have to face the embarrassment of where Chen Zonghao would sleep. She muttered in her heart that she still had to make money to move into a bigger house.

As for where that person slept, Song Shu thought that he might live in his eldest brother's room next door. Before his eldest sister-in-law left, she packed up almost all of her things, so that room was empty.

Although the first half of the night was thrilling, Song Shu felt much more relaxed after solving her top priority. She turned over and fell asleep.

Half-heartedly, I remembered the bag of money he gave me and thought about returning it to him tomorrow.

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In the morning, Song Shu opened her eyes amid the noisy sounds. Even though she was woken up by the noise outside the street, she felt refreshed.

Jiahui beside her also opened her eyes and waited for her to wake up. Song Shu rubbed her head and said, "Morning, it's another beautiful day."

Leading her out of the room, Song Shu saw that the door next door was ajar with a gap. This door was closed yesterday, so it seemed that Chen Zonghao had not left yet.

Song Shu breathed a sigh of relief and waited for him to wake up before telling him what happened in the front room.

After washing up with Jiahui, Song Shu chose the second option between going out to buy breakfast and making breakfast. She thought that she would have to discuss something with him later, so she might as well try to please him first to let him see her sincerity.

She went to the kitchen, fried four poached eggs, and cooked some clear soup noodles.

At this time, voices were heard in the living room. Song Shu turned her head and looked through the glass door. She saw that the man had already gotten up and seemed to have changed his clothes, a white short-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans.

Song Shu was distractedly thinking that jeans seemed to be quite popular in Hong Kong at that time, while watching the man holding Jiahui and playing with her. She could feel Jiahui's happiness from his silver bell-like laughter.

At this time, the man glanced towards the kitchen, and unexpectedly their eyes met. Song Shu was the first to calmly retract her gaze and turned around to continue making her noodles.

When the noodles were ready, Song Shu put two of the poached eggs on a portion of noodles. Looking at the burnt part of the egg, she guiltily covered it with the noodles.

After that, he took the bowl of noodles and walked out and placed it on the small dining table in the living room, "It's time to eat noodles."

"Coming." Jiahui was the first to run over, grabbing the edge of the dining table with both hands.

The man walked towards the kitchen, came over with a bowl of noodles in one hand, put the smaller portion of noodles in front of Jiahui, and then carried her to the chair with one hand, put the other bowl on the other side and sat down.

"Wait a minute." Seeing him getting ready to eat, Song Shu quickly said, "Then this bowl of noodles is yours."

Song Shu pushed the noodles she had brought out before him. Facing the man's gaze, Song Shu's eyes flickered, "I can't eat that much."

You can't say that she wants him to eat more and please him.

Chen Zonghao glanced at her and brought two bowls of noodles over without saying anything. Song Shu breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to start eating.

After taking the first bite, Song Shu suddenly felt that she was too confident and her attempts to please others might have failed. The noodles were not really delicious and could only be eaten in moderation.

Looking up at Jiahui and Chen Zonghao, she saw that the two uncle and nephew had identical calm expressions. Song Shu couldn't figure out from their expressions whether the noodles were delicious or not.

This confused her for a moment, but maybe this side was still okay. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Chen Zonghao again, wondering how to start the conversation.

Perhaps she looked at him too often, making it difficult for him to ignore her. Chen Zonghao raised his eyes to look at her, "What's the matter?"

Song Shu exhaled, met his gaze and spoke, "Do you have any plans for the front room? If not, I plan to rent it from you, renovate it and open a small clothing store. I will pay you the market price every month."

Song Shu finished her words in one breath and waited for his reaction.

"No." The man said coldly.

Hearing his refusal, Song Shu felt that the knife had finally fallen, and she stopped worrying and lowered her head, "Oh, okay, then I'll look for another place."

Chen Zonghao looked at the woman's depressed expression and raised his eyebrows. "What I meant is that you can use the house as you like and you don't have to pay me rent."

Song Shu looked up in surprise after hearing what he said, "You still have to pay the rent. I'll give you one every month..."

The man interrupted her, "My sister-in-law doesn't need to pay rent to my brother every month."