Xiang Zhilan didn't know how to answer Feng Jingxian. Her mind was a mess, so she rushed to her room in a panic, opened the door, and locked herself inside.

Before Feng Jingxian could recover from his shock, Xiang Zhilan had already entered the room.

He stared at Shen Muzhi's door, his eyes behind his glasses looking slightly heavy.

Meanwhile, Shen Muzhi, who was in the room, had already gotten up and taken out his phone to call Pei Yang.

Five minutes later, Pei Yang arrived hurriedly with the ship's doctor and was shocked when he saw Shen Muzhi's injuries.

"What happened to you?" Pei Yang asked anxiously. Shen Muzhi was the best fighter among them. Seven or eight adult men couldn't get close to him. How could he have been so badly injured on the ship?

Shen Muzhi pursed his lips tightly, his face extremely pale, but he didn't even frown as he let the ship's doctor treat his knife wound.

"Fortunately, the knife didn't go too deep and didn't pierce the spleen." The ship's doctor focused on treating his wound, throwing clumps of blood-stained cotton on the ground, and said to Pei Yang, "We need to return to port as soon as possible. There are no complete surgical facilities on board. I can only do simple hemostasis. If the blood loss continues for too long, something bad will happen."

Pei Yang didn't need him to tell him; he had already called the captain and an ambulance to take him to the dock.

"What exactly happened?" Pei Yang glanced at the murder weapon, a fruit knife that was standard in the room. He then looked at the coffee table, but there was no knife on it. From this, he could deduce that the fruit knife belonged to Shen Muzhi in his own room.

It's only a little past six in the morning. After having such a great time at the party last night, most people are still in bed. Surely they're not still playing around by themselves?

Shen Muzhi did not answer Pei Yang's series of questions. This matter concerned Xiang Zhilan's reputation, and he could not say anything about it.

Seeing that he remained silent, Pei Yang became even more curious. He scanned the room and spotted an earring on the bed.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "It's a woman? Mu Zhi, you haven't gotten yourself into some kind of romantic entanglement, have you?"

Shen Muzhi also saw Xiang Zhilan's small earring and reached out to take it.

As soon as he moved, blood gushed out again.

"Mr. Shen, are you out of your mind? You can't move right now!" The ship's doctor, seeing the large patches of bright red blood reflected in the gauze he had just bandaged, hurriedly pressed Shen Muzhi back onto the bed.

Seeing how anxious he was about the earring, Pei Yang knew he had guessed correctly, but he couldn't help feeling surprised that Shen Muzhi would spend the night with another woman. Moreover, judging from the woman's stabbing motion afterward, it meant that Shen Muzhi must have forced her, which is why he felt guilty and didn't resist, allowing the woman to stab him solidly.

Thinking about it this way, he became even more curious. Which woman could it be? A woman who could make Shen Muzhi feel compelled to act, yet who was not subservient to Shen Muzhi's background, and who even dared to stab Shen Muzhi with a knife—such a woman was simply too rare.

Pei Yang's mind raced, and based on his speculations, he immediately thought of Xiang Zhilan.

Upon guessing, her eyes widened in horror. Xiang Zhilan was Ni Sitian's best friend. If Ni Sitian found out that Xiang Zhilan had been...

Moreover, Xiang Zhilan has a boyfriend, and it's clear that she loves him very much.

She loved someone, but was taken advantage of by another man...

No wonder she was so angry that she impulsively stabbed Shen Muzhi!

After figuring out all the obstacles, Pei Yang frowned and looked at Shen Muzhi: "You deserve it."