Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

“Who made her my wife? No matter how much fooling around we do during the day, we still have to take her back at night, don’t we?”

“She doesn’t want to go back with you tonight.” Gu William pulled Cheng Lydia toward his arms.

“Who’s she going to go back to if not with me? With you?” Shen Ron shot him an amused look, “Master Gu, is it true that whenever something is mine, you have to jump in and grab it before you’re happy? If you are interested in this woman, why don’t you return to your country a month earlier? If you came back a month earlier you would have met her a month earlier, maybe I would have given it to you without blinking an eye at that time, but now …”

Shen Ron suddenly cupped Cheng Lydia’s jaw with one and lifted it towards his heel, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, looking up and smiling softly at a gasping Gu William, “We’re married, with a name and a name, so I can’t give her up to you.”

Cheng Lydia tasted the scent of wine on Shen Ron’s lips, so unique and sultry, just like his person, every word that came out of his mouth.

She felt dizzy and uncomfortable throughout.

Shen Ron, however, cupped her jaw again at this point and looked at her askance with a cold smile, “Tell him, dear, who do you want to go back with?”

Back with who? She doesn’t want to talk to anyone.

But …

Cheng Lydia twisted her head to look at an irritated Gu William, then twisted up the wrist he held between his palms to break free of his grip.

She chose to go back with Shen Ron, as confident as the confidence on Shen Ron’s face, and she simply had no second choice but to choose him.

“Good wife.” Shen Ron took off the suit Cheng Lydia was wearing and flung it back into Gu William’s arms, wrapped his arms around Cheng Lydia’s slender waist, and turned in the direction of the Bentley car.

The car drove slowly away from the riverside, and through the rear view mirror piece, Cheng Lydia saw the black Bugatti and its owner standing alone in the night, dwindling … down.

She closed her eyes, the night was like a dream.

And this dream is not over, it will continue …

Compared to how talkative he was just at the river, Shen Ron was quiet when he got in the car, looking ahead with a serious face as he drove his car.

Cheng Lydia could sense from the less-than-steady speed that Shen Ron was also already a little tipsy.

When the car pulled up in front of the main house, Zhang Jane, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately greeted them, looked at them and asked, “Did you have a good time, Young Master and Young Lady? Why are you back so late?”

“Happy, so happy that the young lady can’t even stand up.” Shen Ron looked askance at Cheng Lydia mockingly.

“Ah, young lady is drunk?” Zhang Jane was delighted and helped Shen Ron to carefully help Cheng Lydia out of the carriage.

After helping Cheng Lydia back to her bedroom, Zhang Jane said with a smile, “Young Master, you can help the young lady change her clothes first, and I’ll go and make you a glass of milk to come up to quench the wine.”

As Zhang Jane walked out, Shen Ron surveyed Cheng Lydia, who was leaning on the sofa in a cloud, leaned over and slapped her face with his hand, saying with mockery, “Didn’t you just scold me so much? Why are you so quiet now?”

Cheng Lydia was slightly sobered by his slap, and at this point she had no strength to carry on with Shen Ron as she struggled to get up from the couch and staggered towards the bed, collapsing limply onto it.

Shen Ron followed her and tugged at the casual clothes she was wearing, “You’re not showering? Couldn’t pass up this outfit on you? Gu William gave it to you?”

He rubbed the fabric with his fingers and snorted, “The quality isn’t great either, so why treat it like a baby in general? Just get in there and take it off, take it off you hear …?”

“Shen Ron!” a disturbed Cheng Lydia sat up from the bed and glared at him, “This is the dress that saved me tonight when I was at my most embarrassed! I just couldn’t part with it, I just had to treat it like a treasure, is it any of your business? Get the hell out of my way!”

She hadn’t said a word since she got into his car so far, not because she forgave him, but she was so sleepy now that she just wanted to sleep, just to get a good night’s sleep, and yet this man had the nerve to tickle her and be sarcastic here.

Shen Ron was so stunned by her yell that his body instinctively stepped back.

This woman is just as hot when she’s drunk as she is when she’s not… neither one of them is frugal!

“Young master, young lady, the milk is ready, hurry up and drink it while it’s hot.” Zhang Jane walked in with two cups of hot milk with a smile on her face.

Cheng Lydia withdrew her annoyed gaze from Shen Ron’s body, picked up the milk that Zhang Jane handed to her and tilted her head to gulp it down.

Zhang Jane smiled gleefully and handed Shen Ron another glass, persuading him kindly, “Young master, you drink too, it’s good for sleep.”

“I’m not drinking it.” Shen Ron frowned a look of disgust, he had never been one to drink milk.

“Drink up, drink up and go to bed early, you can see the young lady is drinking.” Zhang Jane continued to persuade, very much in the style of Shen Ron not leaving until she finished drinking.

Shen Ron, knowing Zhang Jane’s personality, reluctantly reached out for the milk on the tray to get rid of her, but Cheng Lydia beat him to it, saying, “I’ll take the milk if he doesn’t drink it!”

Then, before Zhang Jane could react with a dazed look, she gulped it down once more.

“Ah … young lady! This is the young master’s! If you want a drink I’ll go make you another … cup.” Zhang Jane responded, but the cup in Cheng Lydia’s hand was at the bottom before she could finish her sentence.

What a blast! What a blast! Cheng Lydia fell back onto the bed head first in satisfaction.

Shen Ron swept a glance at Cheng Lydia, who had had enough to drink, and shrugged at Zhang Jane, signaling that she could go out.

Zhang Jane grabbed the tray and stumbled towards the door, an old face shifting from blue to white.

When she ran back downstairs, Old Mrs. Shen immediately poked her head out from inside the bedroom, smiling with a devious and cunning face, “How was it? Did you drink it all?”

Zhang Jane replied with a crumpled face, “The young lady downed both glasses.”

“Huh?” Old Mrs. Shen whimpered.

“What to do, huh? Old lady? Will something happen to the young lady because of the overdose?” Zhang Jane had a worried look on her face.

When she just drugged it, she had already put it into the fierce, and now the young lady has drunk the amount of two people alone, for goodness sake …Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The old lady shook her hand to reassure, “No, no, at most, the young lady will just rape the youngest master hard, nothing serious will happen.”

“Oh, that’s good.” Zhang Jane patted her chest and let her heart drop a little.

…

Shen Ron has had a lot to drink tonight, and gradually the booze is starting to kick in.

He shook his head vigorously and walked out of the bathroom without even bothering to blow his hair after the shower. He yawned as he walked, his misty eyes half-lidded.

“Hey, sleep on your own side.” He reached out very gently to push Cheng Lydia, only to be startled when his palm touched her smooth skin and he looked down, only to find her actually curled up on the bed, unclothed.

Shen Ron’s sleepiness instantly went away by half, and misgovernedly surveyed the extremely perverse Cheng Lydia under his eyes.

At this point Cheng Lydia’s brow was furrowed and her face looked uncomfortable as she twisted on the bed while pulling at the clothes on her body. The zipper of her blouse had been unzipped and her underwear had been tugged askew to one side.

“What’s wrong with you?” Shen Ron said as he slapped his palm on her scarlet cheek.

“It’s so hot …” Cheng Lydia whimpered uncomfortably.

Shen Ron scanned around, it was so cold, why was she screaming about the heat?

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and pushed the sliding window halfway open, the cold wind immediately fishtailed in through the window, chilling him to the bone, rubbing his arms and folding back to sit down beside her, smoothly pulling back the clothes she had ripped open, “Still hot?”

“Hot … so hot …” Cheng Lydia ripped her dress away again as soon as she could.

“Hot, huh?” Shen Ron mused for a moment and smiled a wicked smile, “Why don’t you go sleep on the couch? It’s cooler on the couch.”

“Hot …”

“Geez, it’s kinda hot.” Shen Ron placed his palm over her forehead, “Tsk, it’s sweating …”