Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

In the middle of the night, Sheng Yang closed his computer.

I touched the wound on my back. It was a little painful because I moved a little just now.

He wasn't sleepy at all. If he didn't sleep now, it would be dawn soon.

As a married man in his prime with strong sexual desires, how could he not want to fall asleep with a beautiful woman in his arms?

But the scene on the rooftop flashed from time to time like a movie replay.

It always makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

Since regaining his memory, he has been recalling some things.

It's all about her.

They had met only once before, and that encounter had been rather unpleasant.

He convinced himself that he shouldn't be angry with her.

But his own selfish motives were at work.

How he wished that she had had some affection for him when they first met.

Instead of being on the rooftop, he was instigated by someone and immediately raised a bottle to smash his head.

Although people have to protect themselves first, there were obviously other ways at the time... and a bottle filled with wine can kill people.

In the lost memory...could she be so cruel and hateful towards him?

She was so indifferent that even when he fell to the ground covered in blood, she stood far away without doing any first aid.

I even waited four days after he fell into a coma before I went to the hospital to see him...

But after living together for a few months, he always thought that his wife was a woman who was hard on the outside but soft on the inside!

I remember the first time he had a headache after losing his memory, he collapsed and convulsed. She held his hand and almost cried when she took him to the hospital...

All of this made Sheng Yang, who had high expectations for marriage and love, stuck in a dead end and extremely confused.

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Tossing and turning, Sheng Yang still couldn't fall asleep.

Suddenly I smelled a faint fragrance on the pillow.

He turned on the light, put on his pajamas, and slowly walked out of the room.

After pausing for a moment at the door of her room, he gently pushed it open.

The bedside lamp was still on, and the little body was curled up tightly in the quilt.

He sat down and looked at her. Her face had the delicate color of ivory carving and her eyelashes were like thick fans.

He reached over and turned off the lamp on her side.

As the light faded, her face became just a thick black shadow before his eyes. After a while, he lay down beside her.

Gently, Sheng Yang lifted the quilt and reached out to hug her.

Perhaps because he was cold, Xiang Ran, who had not slept well to begin with, woke up immediately.

It was very quiet late at night.

After a typhoon, you can still hear some cicadas chirping intermittently.

Sheng Yang discovered that the petite body close to him was trembling slightly, and her breathing became heavier.

He knew she was awake.

She also knew that he was still awake.

Finally, Sheng Yang took her shoulder and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Xiang Ran buried her head in his arms.

Sheng Yang held her face in his hands, and it felt wet and cold.

He was surprised and distressed: "Why are you crying?"

Xiang Ran couldn't stand his gentle and kind words.

She continued to sob in his arms.

Like a kitten.

Xiang Ran didn't know why she was crying, perhaps because he had become a little cold for no reason.

Or maybe it was because she lacked love. After all, few people had spoken to her so gently since she was a child.

Maybe there won’t be any in the future.

Sometimes women cry not because of what is happening at the moment, but they often do this - because their thoughts drift farther than men's, and most of the sadness they feel is not about what is happening right now.

Sheng Yang patted her back gently: "I'm sorry, honey. I'm sorry."

The first thing a man needs to do to comfort a woman is to admit his mistakes.

Whether it is wrong or not.

Soon... Xiang Ran stopped crying. She wiped her tears on Sheng Yang's pajamas and raised her head: "I will get up early tomorrow to make you red dates, red beans and lotus seeds soup to replenish your blood."

Sheng Yang: “???…”

The next day, Xiang Ran naturally couldn't get up early to make soup for Sheng Yang.

When she opened her eyes and woke up, Sheng Yang was already gone.

If I hadn't looked at my tear-swollen eyes in the mirror, I would have thought that Sheng Yang coming over in the middle of the night was a dream I made up.

Xiang Ran picked up her phone and sent the edited message to Sheng Yang - [Red bean, red dates and lotus seed soup, will you have it when you come back tonight?]

Sheng Yang: [Okay.]

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In the afternoon, Xiang Ran started to soak red beans and lotus seeds in cold water herself.

She was cooking so seriously that she looked like a housewife from behind.

Since Xiang Ran started college, she's realized that for a girl like herself from a lower-class background, not getting married might be the best option to escape the hardships of life. So, according to her thinking, she probably won't have the chance to marry in this lifetime.

Firstly, due to class limitations, it is difficult for a poor girl like her with ordinary education to meet high-quality boys of the same age when she is young; secondly, she does not want to be "sent" to the marriage market by her adoptive parents for the purpose of dowry, nor does she want to pass on "poverty" to the next generation.

But she never dreamed that at the age of 23, a man would give her the opportunity to tie up her long hair, put on an apron, and stand in a spacious and bright kitchen to cook soup.

This is the life of Hollywood wives that I saw on TV shows when I was a kid...

During her time at the Sheng family, she lived a wealthy, leisurely and romantic life.

The language used in speech also became gentler.

Life went smoothly and I didn't even swear.

Her nails were no longer a weapon to arm herself or a tool to peel garlic, but a treasure that her husband held in his mouth for fear that it would melt.

She no longer needs to argue with the aunties on the street, but can chat about family matters and discuss art with her husband at home.

She didn't even have to stand with her legs on the bus or subway, squeezed by the crowd. She had a special car when she went out - sometimes Sheng Yang would hold her in his arms even if they were just a few steps away in the corridor.

Thinking of this, she, an employee who was about to "leave", felt a surge of gratitude as if her conscience had been awakened.

The soup in the casserole becomes thicker as it cooks.

The rock sugar melted in the soup, adding a bit of sweetness.

And her time in the Sheng family was perhaps the time when her character was the purest since she was born, and her desire for profit became less.

She knew very well that when people were lacking both spiritually and materially, they would desperately seek more, but once they felt loved, they would become much more selfless.

It's not that she has changed, it's that someone is giving and changing her.

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Sheng Yang came back in the evening.

After all, he did not let her down by spending the whole afternoon cooking the red bean, red dates and lotus seed soup in the casserole.

"In twenty minutes, I'm leaving for the airport to go to City G with Song Nan." Sheng Yang put a spoonful in his mouth. "Xiao Chen is already waiting for me."

"Are you going on a business trip?"

"Ah."

"Your injury—"

"It's nothing. Just change the medicine in two days and it will be fine. It's just a minor injury." He looked up at her and said, "I'll pay attention to it."

Xiang Ran stood up: "Do you want me to help you put away your luggage?"

"I packed it in the car this morning. You don't need to bring anything. I'll be back soon." He handed her the empty bowl, "Give me another half bowl."

It turned out that he came back just to drink a few sips of the red bean soup she cooked.