Xu Jiayue quickly followed, muttering discontentedly, "So stingy, what can't I know?"

Pei Yang walked to Shen Muzhi's ward. The doctor just came out of the room and saw the two visitors. He said, "You must be the friend of the patient in this room. You have to persuade him not to drink so much. His stomach and liver can't take it. Even an iron body can't be ruined like this."

"Yes, yes, we will try to persuade them." Pei Yang responded to the doctor and pushed open the door to go inside.

Xu Jiayue followed her inside and saw Shen Muzhi lying there, his face pale, looking even thinner than when she had seen him years ago.

"Shen Muzhi, what are you doing! You're hospitalized with a stomach hemorrhage and you're still drinking in the hospital! Do you want to die?!" Pei Yang saw the wine bottle at the foot of his bed, and angrily grabbed Shen Muzhi's collar, gripping it tightly. "It's just a woman, you can always remarry. Besides, Su Yan is back. Why did you make yourself like this? Do you want your parents to bury their child?"

Shen Muzhi was grabbed by him, but he did not resist. His eyes were downcast, his cheeks were probably flushed with fever, and he looked completely dejected.

"You didn't cherish her back then. Even if you die now, do you think Xiang Zhilan will come back to see you off in your final moments?! Don't dream. Even if you die, she won't come back!" Pei Yang couldn't stand his pathetic state and was so angry that he wanted to punch him to wake him up. Every word he spoke was like a knife to his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, just to provoke him awake.

Seeing that Shen Muzhi still had needles stuck in his hand and blood was flowing backwards, Xu Jiayue quickly grabbed Pei Yang's hand and made him let go.

Pei Yang, annoyed, let go, and Shen Muzhi's head fell back onto the pillow.

Xu Jiayue immediately adjusted the syringe, and only after seeing that the blood in the tube had receded did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Shen Muzhi remained unresponsive throughout, his eyes still half-closed. He knew Xiang Zhilan wouldn't come back, knew he had lost her. He was perfectly clear that Pei Yang's words made perfect sense, but he couldn't rest without numbing himself.

Looking at Shen Muzhi's appearance, Xu Jiayue recalled Xiang Zhilan's photo. She was smiling so happily, holding the two children as if embracing happiness.

"Brother Muzhi." Xu Jiayue pursed her lips, feeling uneasy and hesitant. She felt that telling him would be letting Zhilan down, but if she didn't tell him, she felt that he was about to collapse. If this continued, it wouldn't just be a stomach hemorrhage, but stomach cancer or liver cancer.

Xu Jiayue took a deep breath, made a decision, and said, "Brother Muzhi, I have news about Zhilan's recent situation."

Shen Muzhi's eyes widened instantly. He sat up abruptly, looked at Xu Jiayue, and grabbed her arm tightly: "Tell me! Where is she?!"

Xu Jiayue winced in pain from being grabbed, and Pei Yang immediately pulled Shen Muzhi's hand away.

"Where is she!" Shen Muzhi's voice trembled with excitement.

“I don’t know where she is. Today, Sitian and Xiang’s parents both received photos that Zhilan had sent. She secretly put them in their mailboxes without a postmark or address. She didn’t tell Sitian where she was either, only that Sitian shouldn’t worry.” Xu Jiayue took out her phone. She had taken a picture of the twins today because they were so beautiful. She showed the photo to Shen Muzhi and continued, “Zhilan and the two children are doing very well. Look at them, the blue one is her son, and the pink one is her daughter.”