Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

Cheng Lydia was alone in her strange bedroom, her heart beating slowly and quickly, feeling more and more uneasy the later it got.

It was her first night with Shen Ron, and she knew what that meant, but just the thought of that kind of thing in bed made her feel both embarrassed and nervous.

What a strange relationship she and Shen Ron … have to live as a couple in the same bed.

Shen Ron was late in returning, and her heart was glad and a little sad at the same time, as it had been on her and Lim Toby’s wedding night three years ago, when she had waited alone in the wedding room, which was filled with his scent and traces, and he had stayed out all night.

She wonder if Shen Ron was also somewhere in the city tonight, embracing another woman for a night of lust?

As she was rambling, a sudden sound of a car coming from far away rang out the window, followed by the greeting of the porter, “The young master has returned.”

Cheng Lydia’s heart fluttered and she, who had been curled up on the couch, instinctively swung her legs to the floor and straightened her true form. After being dumbfounded for two seconds, she stood up from the couch and wandered around the room like a headless fly.

Should she hide under the covers and pretend to sleep? Or stand quietly by the door and wait for him to come in and say hello?

Footsteps outside the house grew closer, the door lock ‘clicked’, and before she could decide what to do, Shen Ron’s long, lanky body stepped in.

Cheng Lydia stared at him and opened her mouth, but couldn’t make a single sound.

Shen Ron saw her and only had a moment of discomfort before returning to normal, his fingers loosening their grip on the door panel and beginning to remove the coat from his body.

From coat to tie to shirt buttons, Shen Ron unbuttoned slowly and methodically as he glanced sideways at her, his searching tone a little sleepy and careless: “When’s your period?”

The voice was not soft or heavy, but enough for Cheng Lydia to hear.

“What?” Cheng Lydia thought she’d heard wrong.

Shen Ron twisted his head around and aggravated his tone, “What was the last physiological date?”

“Third.” Cheng Lydia didn’t understand why he was asking this, but answered truthfully out of instinct.

Shen Ron’s hands, which were unbuttoning his shirt, paused for a moment, and then said abruptly, “Then the danger period is in the next few days.”

Unsure of what he meant, Cheng Lydia stood motionless in the middle of the bedroom, watching him undo the last button and step into the shower, before the sound of the water and his sexy silhouette assaulted her senses in an unmistakable way.

Cheng Lydia was still standing in place when Shen Ron came out from the wash.

He was wrapped in a bathrobe, his bare feet on the plush carpet, a few crystal droplets of water still hanging from the slightest part of his hair, sexy and elegant.

Stepping up to Cheng Lydia, his deep gaze running over her feigned calm face, he said with a straight face, “I’m sure you’re fully aware of my situation.”

Cheng Lydia didn’t actually know anything about him, and didn’t even know that it was him that she was marrying until she arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau today. But she gave a soft ‘hmm’ as a gesture for him to continue.

“In that case, let’s be honest about it.” Shen Ron paused and continued, “I could never love you in my life, and I certainly don’t expect you to love me, our marriage was supposed to be a fair trade for what we wanted. No one can sway you in The Shen Family, so you can live here in peace, but you’ll have to cooperate with me.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“With what?” Cheng Lydia asked out of instinct.

“I’ll only touch you once a month, so you need to count the danger periods each month and try to get pregnant early to relieve each other. Also, act happy and cheerful in front of outsiders, especially in front of Grandma.”

He said it word for word, and Cheng Lydia listened to it.

He’s right, getting pregnant sooner with each other would be a relief.

Just … her heart was like a knife twist of pain, as long as the thought of her identity and surrogate mother no different, the thought that when the child was born, she was destined not to grow up with him for the rest of her life, she felt sad.

“I will.” She nodded gently in agreement.

“Don’t worry, I’ll divorce with you when the baby is born and give you your freedom, and I’m sure Grandma won’t give us a hard time by then.” Shen Ron finished speaking and turned in the direction of the wine cabinet, taking out two crystal goblets and a bottle of red wine from it.

The red wine slides into the crystal glass turning up tiny giant waves, sultry and delicate.

Shen Ron folded back with two glasses containing red wine and handed her one, “Have some wine and relax your nerves.”

Cheng Lydia looked askance at the glass in his hand and stared up at him, “Alcohol affects sperm quality.”

“It’s just a small glass of red wine, it’s okay.” He said.

Cheng Lydia hesitantly reached out to take the glass from him, the two glasses clinked with a crisp clink, Cheng Lydia took a light sip of red wine, bitter with a touch of sweetness, she, who had never been a drinker, frowned uncomfortably.

Watching Shen Ron tilt her head and take a sip, she closed her eyes and slided the rest of the red wine in her glass into her mouth as it is.

Shen Ron was right, right now she did need a glass of wine to calm her racing heart and tight nerves.

However, the wine was not a good thing, not only did it sting her throat but it didn’t help her at all, and her already frenzied heartbeat felt like it was about to burst through her chest when she was surrounded by this man’s unique scent.

The palm was empty, the waist tightened, Shen Ron removed her cup with one hand, took her slender waist with the other and brought it into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The cup fell to the ground with a startling two muffled thuds.

Cheng Lydia was momentarily dumbfounded, her pupils staring round at the handsome face less than a centimeter away in front of her.

His lips were so soft, so hot, with a faint scent of wine, as if they were going to completely burn her in this moment.

The feeling was so weird and groundless.

Despite being a widow for three years, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t kissed before, after all, she and Lim Toby had once been truly in love. Not to mention Lim Toby, it wasn’t her first time with Shen Ron today, she’d been eaten dry by him back at the hotel that time, and then forcibly kissed by him once at his apartment.

His lips gently skimmed her cheek, stopping between her ears to order softly, “Close your eyes.”

Cheng Lydia blushed and was busy closing her eyes.

She felt her body spinning with the strength of Shen Ron’s arms, followed by a sinking beneath her as she was pinned down on the large bed.

His kisses, again, slipped from between her ears to the nape of her neck, her breasts, moving gently and skillfully, making her heart palpitate and tremble with each pass.

As far as Cheng Lydia can remember, her body has never been touched and kissed so deeply by a member of the opposite sex, not even the last time she was in a hotel with such clarity …

“What’s wrong?”

Cheng Lydia, too ashamed to open her eyes, pleaded in a choked tone, “Please be gentle.”

“Looks like you’re not ready for this.” Shen Ron was a little chagrined.

He didn’t like the feeling, didn’t like seeing her trembling and weeping, it felt like he was a rapist forcing himself on a virtuous woman.

“I’m sorry, it really hurts.” Cheng Lydia apologized.

She also didn’t like the way she was, obviously married in spite of her pride, but raw as a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl when it came to fulfilling her conjugal duties, and crying out in tears of pain.

“Ouch?”

“Well …”

Shen Ron’s puzzled eyes moved down a little, finally stopping at the small patch of bright red on the light gray sheets, and shock flashed through his eyes.

“Is this your first time?” He asked her, stunned.

When he first entered, he felt that she was too tight to be a married woman, and he didn’t expect …

“No.”

“When was the first time?”

“The time with you at the hotel.” Because of her guilt, Cheng Lydia seemed extra cooperative, and she answered truthfully to whatever he asked.

At this comment, Shen Ron rolled off her like she’d been electrocuted and onto the other side of the bed, then grabbed a side quilt and threw it over her, breathless, “You’re still hopelessly stupid.”

He was amazed that she hadn’t had a single bedtime encounter in her three years of marriage.

But he was more amazed … at the fact that there were women under heaven who were so stupid that they did not even know whether they had done it or not.

He did almost fall that time at the hotel because he thought she was Yang June, but recognized at the last minute that she wasn’t Yang June at all, and let her off the hook as it were with good intentions.

I didn’t think she’d be dumb enough to think of that as the first time in her life, how dumb was that!

It wasn’t until Shen Ron’s figure disappeared from the bedroom doorway that Cheng Lydia sat up sulkily from her bed.

She didn’t understand what the hell Shen Ron meant, was it because she was so clumsy about sex? Was it because of her stupidity that he dumped her and left halfway through the affair?

It wasn’t until she noticed the small patch of red beneath her that she drifted into some understanding.

Even with little experience about sex, as a woman and a doctor, that common sense was still there.

The surroundings fell back into the quiet and emptiness that had existed before Shen Ron’s return, the two crystal glasses that had held the wine lay quietly on the plush carpet, bright and crystalline from the fluorescent lights.

Cheng Lydia got out of bed and, with her bare feet on the plush carpet, picked the two cups up off the floor.

If they hadn’t been there, if it hadn’t been for the vague throbbing pain in her lower body, she would have thought that what she had just experienced was just a spring dream.

Shen Ron didn’t step into the bedroom again that night, nor did the car move out of The Shen Family mansion, so Cheng Lydia thought he might be sleeping in the study or guest room like Lim Toby.

The next day was an early shift, and Cheng Lydia got up early as usual, freshened up inside the bathroom, changed her clothes, and was about to leave the room when she gave a slight pause in her steps, turned, and walked over to the large bed.

The quilt was lifted carefully from her and the red that had turned from bright to dark remained blindingly present.

Should she take the sheets off and wash them in water herself? Or should she ask the maid to take them to the dry cleaners? She was too ashamed to let a second person know about such a humiliating thing.

Just as she hesitated, there was a knock on the bedroom door.