Reborn As the Ex-wife of the Paranoid Male Lead

In the end, it could be said that it is a car that he dragged Shen Cheng into the car.

Their house is very close, and it didn’t take long to drive there. Jian Shiwu's house is a three-story house and Zhen Meilie is a woman who is very good at tidying up. The garden is full of flowers, and there is even a small fish pond in the yard. Everything sums up to a warm atmosphere. When you enter the hall, you can see that the room is decorated with a pastoral style. The wooden floors and furniture, and the warm yellow lights make the interior look very warm.

As soon as Jian Shiwu entered the door, he sighed: "I can smell it."

Zhen Meilie took shoes to the other two children and said, "There are two bathrooms upstairs and downstairs in the house. You can discuss taking turns to wash."

Liu Heng often played at Jian Shiwu's house, so he always had his spare clothes. He was the first to wash up when he got them.

Jian Shiwu took Shen Cheng to his room. The wooden floor was littered with toys scattered everywhere. There were various stickers on the wall, and there was a desk not far away. There were all kinds of books in a mess, and the clothes in the wardrobe were almost turned over.

Jian Shiwu was a little nervous.

After all, these are the scene of a major disaster for Shen Cheng, who has a mild cleanliness addiction. He still remembers how hard it was for Shen Cheng to endure his lack of hygiene after they got married, and how much he lectured himself over it.

Sure enough

He glanced at Shen Cheng secretly, and was not surprised to see Shen Cheng's face frosty.

Jian Shiwu hurriedly changed the subject to find him a change of clothes, and said, "My clothes are all plus-sized,so you can definitely wear them, and as for the underwear, I have new ones, but I'm afraid your size will not match. I'm a little..."

As he spoke, Jian Shiwu secretly shifted his gaze to Shen Cheng, trying to gauge it.

Shen Cheng's voice was as sharp as a knife: "Jian Shiwu."

"Ahem!"

Jian Shiwu has a strong desire to live. After spending many years together, he knows that this is definitely a precursor to Shen Cheng’s anger, and he can understand, after all, this is the dignity of a man so he hastily compensated with a smile,” You should be able to wear it, just take this new one.”

Shen Cheng took it.

Jian Shiwu came over again and introduced, "The door lock of this bathroom is broken, and it can't be locked from inside, so if you want to take a shower or something, you’ll have to knock on the door."

Shen Cheng looked down at him, his dark eyes never blinking: "You are worried that I will peek at you taking a bath.”

Jian Shiwu's face blushed, and he defended, "I didn't say that!"

"Ok."

Shen Cheng's dark eyes seemed to flash a smile: "You can be rest assured."

"...You" Jian Shiwu was very hurt, and the confident chubby boy tried hard to regain his face. His round and tender face rose, and his voice was milky: "Maybe there’s someone who likes my kind of body?"

Shen Cheng raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

After finishing speaking, Jian Shiwu felt that he was being a bit presumptuous. In this case, it was like... as if he was confirming something to Shen Cheng in disguise, but what was there to confirm? Shen Cheng didn't like him at all. There was no need to have any more expectations, right?

At that moment Liu Heng's voice came from downstairs: "Jian Shiwu, bring me a towel!"

Jian Shiwu hurriedly said, "Then you wash up first, I'll send the towel."

He quickly turned back: "Just use the toiletries, toothbrushes, etc. In the drawer on the second floor, there are some that my mother bought and hasn't used before. If you need anything, just call me... I will knock on the door!"

After saying that, he hurriedly ran down the stairs, but a voice came from behind him. Shen Cheng's voice was low and magnetic: "Jian Shiwu."

Jian Shiwu's footsteps stopped, his heart in his throat.

Shen Cheng: "You didn't take the towel."

"..."

Jian Shiwu was so embarrassed that he wanted to jump straight down.

After the three people were all cleaned up, the food downstairs was ready. Zhen Meili greeted the three children for dinner. Jian Shiwu and Liu Heng were all sitting at the table waiting for dinner. Only Shen Cheng stood up and stood at the door of the kitchen: "Auntie, I'll serve the dishes."

Zhen Meili said, "It's too hot. If it spills and burns, your can't handle it."

Shen Cheng replied, "It won't burn, I'll do it."

On the marble surface of the kitchen was the boiled soup. Shen Cheng walked over and took it up securely with a cloth. His walking pace was also smooth and his movements were very skilled. Shen Cheng's skill is not like the proficiency that can be achieved often at home, but like the level... trained waiters should behaving.

But……

This child is only 14 years old.

At the dinner table, Zhen Meili asked about what happened tonight. Jian Shiwu and Liu Heng looked at each other. They didn't know what to say on such a sensitive topic, so they could only wait for Shen Cheng to speak.

Zhen Meili thought they were being naughty: “Your parents must be so worried when you are here at night, now I see it's past ten o'clock, I'll call them in a while to report safety, Shen Cheng, this is your first time here, auntie doesn't have your parents' phone number, have you memorized it?"

Both Jian Shiwu and Liu Heng looked at Shen Cheng, they understood, so they a bit worried.

Shen Cheng put down his chopsticks: "I don't have a phone at home."

"what?"

Zhen Meilie was worried: "Then your parents must be worried, right?"

Shen Cheng was silent for a while, and he said, "I'll go back after I finish eating."

Jian Shiwu and Liu Heng blurted out: "You’re still going back!"

Shen Cheng looked up at them.

Just at this moment, there was a sudden flash of lightning outside the window, and the wind picked up. From the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, you could see the swaying trees, and the sky was gloomy.

Zhen Meili said, "There is a heavy rainstorm tonight, how can you still go back? Stay at home. If your parents are in a hurry to find you..."

Liu Heng grabbed the words: "Auntie, don't worry, Shen Cheng's parents don't have the time to sorry about him. If I tell you, they can’t even take care of themselves."

Jian Shiwu echoed: "That's right, it's too annoying, just take today..."

Shen Cheng suddenly stood up.

Jian Shiwu looked at him in astonishment, and met his somewhat comber and icy gaze. For a moment, Jian Shiwu felt as if he could suddenly peer through that hard protective shell and see a glimpse of Shen Cheng’s heart, which was arrogant, paranoid and stubborn.

This character is the flux to his suffering, but it is also this arrogance that a wolf should have.

Jian paused for a while, turned his face and said to her mother, "Mom, the class representative and I all know when we were coming that there is nothing to be worried about. Don't ask so much. Why are the spare ribs still in the pot? I want to eat ribs."

The corner of Zhen Meilie's mouth twitched: "Just know how to eat."

"Starved to death. Starved to death."

The little chubby boy kept mumbling, causing Zhen Meili to curse and go to the kitchen to look at the ribs. He subtly diverted the subject. He stretched out his hand and pulled Shen Cheng to sit down and said in passing, "My mother's ribs are delicious. You'll see later."

Shen Cheng didn't say anything.

Zhen Meilie came back soon. She also sensed what was going on and she tacitly didn't mention anything, instead welcomed the three children for dinner. When Jian Shiwu tried to stretch his chopsticks to the ribs, his own mother had already put all the best meat to Shen Cheng's bowl: "Come on, Shen Cheng, you are too thin, eat more ah."

Liu Heng:?

Shen Cheng: "Thank you, Auntie."

"You're welcome." Zhen Meili started scooping the soup again: "Here, do you like this? This is black chicken soup, my own unique technique of stewing. You can try it."

Shen Cheng took a sip and nodded lightly.

Zhen Meili smiled happily: "That's great, I knew you’d like it, so drink."

Jian Shiwu, who also wanted to drink soup: "..."

At the entire dinner table, he and Liu Heng were like invisible people who didn't exist. Occasionally, Zhen Meilie will also serve Liu Heng with food, which Jian Shiwu seems to have picked up.


When the three of them had finished eating, Shen Cheng stood up to clear the dishes.

Zhen Meilie was deeply distressed, how could there be such a sensible child: "No, no, this auntie will clear up here, Shen Cheng, take them upstairs to do their homework."

Turning her face, Zhen Meili glared at Jian Shiwu again: "What are you doing, don't go yet!"

Jian Shiwu: "..."

I shouldn't be here, I should be under the car.

The three children all followed upstairs. It happened that Jian's father returned. He saw that there were many shoes in the shoe cabinet and guessed that there should be children over. He walked towards the stairway, and the light fell on Shen Cheng. He raised his head and their eyes. For a moment, the quiet gaze in those eyes made Father Jian feel like he had seen him somewhere long ago.

Shen Cheng greeted: "Hello, uncle."

Jian's father hurriedly sai, "It's a classmate from your childhood, isn’t it?"

Zhen Meili came over from behind and said to the children, "Go upstairs to study. Auntie will bring you some fruit later."

Only then did Jian Shiwu pull Shen Cheng and Liu Heng upstairs.

When the three children were gone, Zhen Mei's smile cOme off her face, and she said, "Old Jian, I have something I want to talk to you about."

Jian's father rarely saw her so solemnly: "what's the matter?"

Zhen Meili took him upstairs into their own bedroom. The woman kept rummaging through the drawer. That drawer was locked all the year round. After that incident, Father Jian never saw her open it. And after so many years, he didn't want to mention it that sad matter again. But today he actually saw Zhen Meili open the drawer again.

The drawer was opened, revealing items that had been trapped in dust for years.

Father Jian felt something was wrong: "What's the matter."

Zhen Meilie took out the old photo album, and she began to flip through it. She was very silent and serious. When the photo album reached a page, she stopped and stared at the people in the old photo. A touch of sadness appeared on the face of the always spirited woman. She took a deep breath, took out the photo and handed it to Jian's father: "Husband, look, this is a photo of when I was young."

Father Jian took it. The photo was of a handsome little girl. It was after dusk, and the light was a little dim. The little girl was leaning against the willow tree and her eyes looked back with a smile in the corner of her eyes, looking forward to life.

Jian's father hesitated: "Is this a photo of Shen Youting when she was young?"

Zhen Meili nodded heavily: "Yes."

Father Jian had only met Shen Youting a few times, but she is still as charming as the girl in the picture. The facial features have long grown into maturity, but still very beautiful. This woman is famous, and the main reason is because she is Ji Yuansheng's wife, and her reputation spreads far and wide. The very famous Ji family of the century.

Ji Yuansheng loves Shen Youting very much, so much that he hid her in his golden house, not eve willing to let others take a second look at her. Their love and tenderness was envied others. But it is a pity that Shen Youting's life was short, and she died in childbirth, leaving only one son, the only heir of the Ji family Ji Beichuan.

Father Jian hesitated: "What are you bringing this out?"

He knew that his wife had a deep relationship with Shen Youting as childhood friends, but it had been more than ten years. Zhen Meili had always been sad in the earlier years due to grief but she gradually over come it, but now she has brought it up again, why?

Zhen Meilie looked at him seriously: "Don't you think that Shen Cheng and Youyou are very much alike?"