"Do you hate me that much?" Shen Muzhi's voice was deep as he stared intently at her. "Hate me so much that you'd rather I die?"

Xiang Zhilan was taken aback. What was this all about? She frowned slightly and asked, "Have you misunderstood something?"

"Hehe, what could I possibly misunderstand? Did I misunderstand that you told Hengheng I went to heaven? Or did I misunderstand that you made Xiaokui take that man's surname, Luo?" Shen Muzhi clenched his fist on the door, veins throbbing on his forehead.

Xiang Zhilan sighed helplessly. It seemed he had really misunderstood. She opened her mouth to explain, but her eyes looked over his shoulder and saw the shopping bag from last night on the coffee table. The bag was slightly tilted, and the box of orange-scented condoms was clearly inside.

She bit her lip and swallowed her words. Why should she explain? What right did she have to explain? Even if she wanted to have something with Luo Che, what did it have to do with him?

"I don't hate you, I don't want you to die. What I told Hengheng was that you went to space on a spaceship, not what you think." Xiang Zhilan took a light breath and explained only this one sentence.

Shen Muzhi's mood did not lighten much. He stared into her eyes with his dark eyes, waiting for her to say that Xiao Kui's surname was not Luo.

Unfortunately, he looked at her for a long time, but she didn't explain the meaning of his words.

"You ran away with this man back then?" For the past two years, Shen Muzhi has been thinking about who helped her escape. If she was alone, he couldn't have been unable to find them for so long.

Xiang Zhilan looked at him in disbelief, her brows furrowed: "What do you mean? Are you implying that I cheated on you first, running off with someone else while heavily pregnant? Shen Muzhi, have some conscience! You know best why I left back then, and whose fault it was! Is it really meaningful for you to turn around and blame me now?"

"I didn't mean that." When Shen Muzhi heard her mention the past, it was as if he was back to the day he learned that she had left, and he couldn't help but pull her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse: "I know I was wrong. You've already punished me for two years. Let's not make trouble anymore, okay?"

"Do you think I just ran away from home and threw a tantrum?" Xiang Zhilan pushed away his embrace, looked up at him directly, "Shen Muzhi, you know very well that we ended two years ago. In fact, we ended when you asked the doctor if you could have a C-section at seven months. You know you were wrong, maybe you really do know you were wrong, but it doesn't matter to me anymore. Do you remember how many times you apologized to me?"

Xiang Zhilan smiled faintly as she said this: "I've almost lost count of how many times I've heard this. Every time, you ask me to give you another chance. No matter what means you use, you always find a way to force me to submit. And then what? You make me lose trust in you time and time again. Maybe I never really trusted you to begin with. Anyway, we're just so easily defeated."

Xiang Zhilan paused, realizing she had probably said too much to him, and sighed helplessly, "Forget it, there's no point in bringing this up again. What about the children?"

“Who says it’s meaningless? I’m the child’s father.” Shen Muzhi grabbed Xiang Zhilan’s arm, tightened his grip, and said coldly, “I absolutely do not agree to the child taking another man’s surname.”

Xiang Zhilan hated it when he spoke to her in that tone, as if she were back to the time when she was like a fish on his chopping board, completely helpless against him. She had thought that after two years, his egotistical habit would have changed somewhat, but it seems he is still the same.