Xiang Zhilan turned her face to the pillow, her tears soaking the pillowcase.

A minute later, she composed herself, opened her eyes, and took a wet wipe from the bedside table to wipe her face.

After tidying up, he lay quietly back as if nothing had happened.

About ten minutes later, Shen Muzhi returned from outside.

He was completely soaked. He took out a carefully protected lunchbox from his pocket and placed it on the small table by the hospital bed.

“The only food you can eat around here is chicken porridge and egg rolls. You can hold out for now. I’ll call Butler Chen right now and have him arrange for someone to deliver a nutritious meal.” Shen Muzhi was soaking wet and didn’t dare touch the lunchbox anymore. He took off his coat first and then used a tissue to dry his head, face, and hands.

Xiang Zhilan glanced at the lunchbox that hadn't been wet by a single drop of rain, and at Shen Muzhi who was soaked to the bone. Her despair was slightly rekindled. She gripped the spoon tightly, wanting to ask him several times what his choice was.

But whenever she thought of the question he asked the doctor, she felt that she had no need to ask it at all. If he hadn't already fallen for Su Yan, why would he have asked the doctor such a question?

She felt incredibly resentful; she and her child couldn't compare to the weight of a woman she had liked ten years ago.

No, perhaps it wasn't someone he liked ten years ago, but rather, from beginning to end, the only person he ever loved was Su Yan.

He could do his best to treat Su Yan well even when she wasn't around, but once Su Yan was with him, all of that was just a mirage that offered some solace, and it would vanish in an instant once he woke up.

Xiang Zhilan suppressed the slight wavering in her heart and silently lowered her head to eat.

These two children are destined to be fatherless, so only she, their mother, can treat them well.

After roughly drying herself off, Shen Muzhi called Butler Chen and asked him to send over food, clothes, and some daily necessities.

He hung up the phone and saw that Xiang Zhilan had already eaten more than half a bowl of porridge and almost finished her egg pancake.

He seemed really hungry; his gaze softened, and he reached out to tidy her messy hair.

Xiang Zhilan instinctively wanted to avoid his movement, but thinking that she couldn't notice him, she leaned back for half a second, then looked up and said, "You're all wet."

With a helpless sigh, Shen Mu said, "I've dried myself off."

Xiang Zhilan turned her head back and continued eating, as if her earlier actions were merely out of disdain for his wetness.

Shen Muzhi didn't think much of it. He used his hands to comb the messy hair at the back of her head. Looking at her flaxen hair color, he suddenly said, "After you give birth, dye your hair back and let it grow back."

Xiang Zhilan froze for a moment. Long black hair—wasn't that Su Yan's current hairstyle?

She suddenly remembered that she used to have big, curly, wine-red hair, but he forced her to cut it into short black hair, probably to look more like Su Yan.

Later, she dyed her hair flaxen, and he even threw a tantrum at her for it.

Su Yan now has long black hair, and he wants her to keep up with the times and follow Su Yan's hairstyle.

He really is dedicated to making her a high-quality replica.

"I don't like black hair," Xiang Zhilan said softly, taking a sip of porridge from her spoon and swallowing.

Shen Muzhi was stunned for a moment, then remembered how angry she was when he dyed her red hair black.

“These hair dyes are bad for the scalp, and using them too much is bad for your health.” He thought she would look good with black hair too.

When she had red hair, she was so radiant and eye-catching.

He didn't want so many men to see how beautiful she was.