Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

Shen Ron’s car was already parked downstairs when Cheng Lydia got down to the first floor, and she went up and pulled open the passenger door and got in, asking casually as she put on her seatbelt, “How did it go so fast?”

Not getting a response from Shen Ron and not seeing the car start, Cheng Lydia raised her head in confusion and found Shen Ron staring fixedly out of the car. Following his gaze, Cheng Lydia saw that the black Bugatti belonging to Gu William was parked dominantly against the wall.

Turns out he was looking at the car, which he must have recognized as belonging to Gu William as well.

“Is that why you dislike me for being fast?” Shen Ron suddenly twisted his head around and looked at her mockingly.

Cheng Lydia knew that he had misunderstood, in the past she would not have bothered to explain, but tonight Shen Ron had put up a good fight, stepping in to defend her when Mr. Chung molested her, and holding her drink. As she spoke, “I didn’t know Gu William would be spending the night at Chung Grace’s house and only found out he was there when I got there.”

Shen Ron held open the skylight and looked up, catching a glimpse of a tall male figure, none other than Gu William, standing on the seventh floor’s lighted terrace.

Cheng Lydia saw it too, and was a little embarrassed for a moment, not expecting Gu William to be standing on the terrace watching her leave.

And Gu William upstairs seemed to see them, and actually extended his hand to wave at them twice.

Such naked provocation is intolerable, no matter if it’s raw or familiar!

Shen Ron flicked on all the lights in the carriage, wrapped his arm around Cheng Lydia’s shoulders as he made sure Gu William could see clearly, took her into his arms when she wasn’t expecting it, lowered his head to her lips, and warned her through gritted teeth in her ear, “Next time, stay away from him.”

When he finished releasing her, he closed the sunroof, started the car and took off.

Cheng Lydia looked at the taut side of his face and wiped the back of her hand across the lips he had kissed, mentally wondering why Shen Ron had so much hatred for Gu William every time he saw him.

She was drunk last night, and her memory of the river was not clear, except that she vaguely remembered Gu William planning to take her home, and Shen Ron just happened to show up. There was an argument between the two, and each took her hand and refused to let go, but there was no recollection of what they were actually arguing about, what they said, or what dispute existed between them at all.

She wanted to ask Shen Ron why, but on second thought, they didn’t seem to concern her, so it was better not to ask, lest Shen Ron think she had thoughts about Gu William.

In the morning, Cheng Lydia is getting ready to leave the house when she realizes that an important contract is still in her bag, a contract that LILY repeatedly reminded her to bring to the office last night.

Today wasn’t her day off, so she couldn’t go to work at Shen’s.

She wanted to ask her maid to pass the contract to Shen Ron, but she was worried that the contents of the contract would be leaked.

On weekdays, whenever there was enough time, Shen Ron would go to Yang June’s bedroom to see her before going to the office.

With a slight hesitation, Cheng Lydia took the contract and headed for Yang June’s bedroom.

She stood at the door of Yang June’s bedroom, knocked on the door with her hand in order to hurry and pushed her way in. To her surprise, Shen Ron was not inside, but Ho Gina, who was standing in front of the bed, turned around abruptly, staring at her with her hands behind her back and a frightened look on her face.

Both women were stunned, sizing each other up.

Cheng Lydia swept her arm behind her back and asked, “What are you doing?”

Ho Gina quietly tossed the syringe in her hand to the corner and looked at her with a steady smile, “What else can I do? Of course, I’m serving the young lady, but you, Ms Cheng, knock first before entering, don’t you even know such basic manners? What if you hurt her when you startled me while I was trimming her nails or hair? Can you afford to be responsible for the young master’s blame?”

As she spoke, Ho Gina’s tone became more and more justified as she could already see from the expression on Cheng Lydia’s face that Cheng Lydia hadn’t noticed anything.

“I’m sorry, I thought Ron was here.” Cheng Lydia swept her hands behind her back again and apologized calmly.

Ho Gina sneered, “The youngest has just kissed the young lady goodbye and will not be coming over until the evening.”

“Then I’ll look elsewhere.” Cheng Lydia glanced at the slumbering Yang June and exited her bedroom, closing the door panel behind her with her hand.

Walking down the airy corridor filled with rosebuds, Cheng Lydia’s mind was occasionally filled with the horrified look on Ho Gina’s face when she saw her, and the hands she kept behind her back.

She laughed at Ho Gina’s audacity to do anything to Yang June, but she knew exactly how much Shen Ron loved her, and she also knew about Shen Ron’s violent temper.

Whoever dares to touch a cold hair on Yang June, Shen Ron will never let him go, never.

“Where have you been?” Stepping down the air corridor, Cheng Lydia was startled by the sudden appearance of Shen Ron.

Shen Ron had come to pick up the contract, but after searching the entire bedroom and not finding her, he didn’t expect to find her walking down the air corridor with a thoughtful look on her face as soon as he stepped out of the bedroom.

There was no one living there except Yang June, and people would not normally go there. That’s why he put Yang June there to recuperate.

“I … I’ll come to you.” Cheng Lydia handed him the contract in her hand, and Shen Ron didn’t take it, but sized her up with a puzzled look on his face.

Seeing the suspicion on his face, Cheng Lydia said in an unpleasant manner, “What? You are still afraid that I will hurt your June? Don’t worry, I am not that vicious.”

Shen Ron finally withdrew his suspicious gaze and took the contract from her hand and said flatly, “Go.”

Cheng Lydia quickly followed him and got into the Bentley with him, and as usual, Shen Ron parked the car by the taxi stand near Shen Mansion and Cheng Lydia switched to Tom’s car.

Cheng Lydia arrived at the hospital just as it was time for her shift to change into her work clothes and began checking her medical log. There were two surgeries to be done today, both previously booked.

Because old Mrs. Shen stepped in to help her transfer her shift, her working hours are now shorter, but her workload has not decreased at all, and many patients who trust her want to have their surgeries performed by her.

After the morning surgery, Cheng Lydia had just changed out of her scrubs when she received a call from Dean Feng’s secretary asking her to come to the Dean’s office.

Dean Fung is looking for her? It’s not about Shen Ron again, is it?

Before she met Shen Ron, Dean Feng had never summoned her alone, after all, she didn’t have an official position in Yarn and was not yet in that position to meet the Dean directly.

Arriving at the door of Dean Feng’s office with trepidation, Cheng Lydia took a deep breath, raised her hand and knocked on the door panel, and only after receiving a response did she push the door and walk in.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

“Dean, you wanted to see me?” Cheng Lydia asked politely as she stood by the door.

Dean Feng gestured for her to sit down with a smile and asked his secretary to pour her another glass of water.

Although the news that Cheng Lydia had married into The Shen Family was unknown to the entire hospital, including Dean Feng, Old Lady Shen’s extra care for Cheng Lydia still made Dean Shen realize that Cheng Lydia’s status in The Shen Family’s heart must be extraordinary, and so her attitude towards her was extremely gentle.

“Doctor Cheng, the hospital has done a detailed study and discussion of your mother’s condition in conjunction with several senior physicians in the UK, and has now developed a treatment plan that is more suitable for your mother …”

“Really?” Cheng Lydia exclaimed in delight.

A treatment plan for her mother? That’s what she’d dreamed Yahn would give her!

She didn’t expect Old Lady Shen to do what she said and be so efficient, and all of a sudden, she felt that the aggravation and humiliation she had suffered all these days was nothing, as long as her mother had hope of getting better, she was willing to give everything!

“Look how happy you are.” Dean Feng laughed.

Cheng Lydia scratched her head in embarrassment, “Sorry for making Dean Feng laugh.”

“Understandable.” Dean Feng chuckled again and said, “But this option requires surgery and there are risks, so the hospital needs to consult you first before they can continue the discussion.”

“What’s the risk?” Cheng Lydia’s heart, which had just been elated, sank halfway down, and her face firmed up considerably.

In fact, as a doctor, she understands better than anyone that there can be risks in any surgery, whether major or minor, and that the risks are certainly greater in a vegetative person like Cheng Lena.

“If it succeeds, there is a strong possibility of waking up, and if it fails, then there will be the possibility of losing your life.”

“What are the chances of success?”

“Fifty percent.”

It was only fifty percent, Cheng Lydia breathed bitterly.

Actually, she should be happy, shouldn’t she? At least her mother had half a chance of waking up, but she was a little afraid that she would lose her life on the operating table, and then she would never see her again.

“Doctor Cheng you go back and think about it and let me know when you’ve thought about it.”

“Yes, thank you Dean Feng.” Cheng Lydia nodded grimly and got up to walk out of the Dean’s office.

Standing inside the elevator, she closed her eyes, her heart torn, the choice was too difficult, she really didn’t know how to choose well.

At night, Cheng Lydia leans over her bed to read a book on the treatment of vegetative people.

Shen Ron, on the other hand, stayed in Yang June’s room until late, sweeping Cheng Lydia off the covers, lifting the bed, flicking on the TV, sweeping through the channels on the rocker, nothing he wanted to watch, and hitting the off button as he did.

Bored, he craned his head to scan the medical reading in Cheng Lydia’s hand, and when he saw the title of the commentary on it, which had to do with vegetation, he said in a mocking tone, “Aren’t you an internist, and you can read this?”

“In our line of work, of course, the more you know, the better.” Cheng Lydia continued flipping through the paper without looking up.

“Spoken as if our line of work isn’t.” Shen Ron snorted disdainfully and lay back under the covers.

Cheng Lydia didn’t continue to carry on with him, instead she turned her head to look at him and said with a straight face, “Can I ask you a question?”

Shen Ron immediately pulled the covers up to his chest and put on a terrified look, “If you’re asking if I can kiss you and hug you, my answer is NO.”

Lydia knotted in exasperation and glared at him unkindly, “Young Master Shen, don’t we ever talk properly for once?”

“Go ahead and ask.” Shen Ron breathlessly put the covers down.

This woman, what a lack of entertainment, it’s so uninteresting.

Cheng Lydia pressed the inflammation back into her heart and stared at him, asking, “If the hospital told you that a treatment plan for Yang June had been researched, but that the surgery had only a 50-50 chance of success, would you be willing to take that chance?”

“What’s the other half of the degree?” Shen Ron asked.

“Died on the operating table.” Cheng Lydia replied.

Shen Ron’s expression began to strain and fall silent, obviously thinking about the issue with his heart.

Halfway through, he replied, “I do.”

“Why? Aren’t you afraid of her …”

“Afraid, but I’d like to believe that God will give her a chance to live, after all, she’s done nothing wrong in her life, good things come to good people don’t they?”

Good things come to good people. …

Cheng Lydia took a light breath, she didn’t know if her mother had done anything wrong in her life, but she was sure she was good, and shouldn’t she also believe that God would give her mother a chance?