Shen Muzhi returned home and felt extremely tired looking at the cautious faces of everyone there.

It was as if they had returned to the way things were before Xiang Zhilan came to this house, where they all served him with respect and fear.

Since Xiang Zhilan arrived last year, the atmosphere in the house has become much more relaxed. They all have smiles on their faces, are more at ease, and work even harder. Especially after Xiang Zhilan became pregnant, everyone seemed to be preparing to welcome a new life, and every day was filled with joy. They all really liked Xiang Zhilan, the lady of the house.

"Sir, you should eat something." Butler Chen couldn't help but urge Shen Muzhi, who looked like he had nothing to eat.

Shen Muzhi waved his hand, glanced around, and pointed to the maid who was taking care of Xiang Zhilan, saying, "Come here."

When Afang's name was called, she was so startled that she almost trembled. Not daring to delay, she immediately went over and bowed her head to await instructions.

"Did she say anything before she left yesterday?" Shen Muzhi looked up at her and asked.

Ah Fang lowered her head, not daring to look at Shen Muzhi, and answered softly with her hands clasped together, "Madam said that there's no need to prepare a midnight snack."

Shen Muzhi laughed, her chest trembling, her laughter incredibly bitter. She was as considerate to the servants as ever, knowing she wouldn't be coming back, saving them the trouble of preparing a late-night snack.

She was just being cruel to him, smiling as she watched him leave, driving carefully, and saying goodbye.

She was truly a master of disguise; those smiles concealed all her true feelings.

But she wasn't without flaws; it was his own fault for not being careful enough, he had indeed neglected her a lot lately.

"Sir..." Butler Chen was very scared. His master's expression was too strange. He had never seen him look so dejected.

Shen Muzhi stood up, pretending not to hear, and went upstairs, leaving only the words: "None of you should come up."

Butler Chen paused at the bottom of the stairs, watching Shen Muzhi walk upstairs.

Shen Muzhi entered the bedroom and closed the door. Just the night before last, she was in this room, looking at him with a beautiful smile and speaking to him softly. Now it felt like a thing of the past.

He walked to the small table by the window, where there was a soft couch. She liked to drink tea, eat snacks, and read comics in the afternoon, her lazy demeanor resembling that of a noble Persian cat.

He lay down on the soft couch, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. It was afternoon, and the sunlight was very comfortable, shining warmly on him. He suddenly understood why she could lie here for an entire afternoon.

Her comics were displayed on the table next to her; she had been tidying them up there the night before.

Shen Muzhi casually picked up a book, glanced at the cover, and almost laughed. Her interests were getting broader and broader; she could even date leopards and cats, and both of them were male.

After reading the synopsis, he opened the book, and a photograph fell out.

He put down his book and picked up the photo, the one she had published in a magazine. Actually, he was just a small embellishment in the photo; what she really captured was the sunset glow over the sea, and his back just happened to be in the picture.

Why would this photo be used as a bookmark?

Suspicious, Shen Mu flipped the photo over and found several lines of text.

It is Xiang Zhilan's elegant handwriting.

Our connection began here, and it will end here as well.

Do not search for me, do not think of me, may you be well.

It was signed with her name, and even the date was included.

He helped her pack this book the day before yesterday. Could it have been tucked inside then without his knowledge?