This time, Pei Yang didn't want to side with Shen Muzhi either. He asked with a stern face, "Are you drunk and mistaking her for Su Yan?"

Shen Muzhi knew that Pei Yang would figure it out sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

“I didn’t.” He spoke to Pei Yang for the first time. “I know very well it was her.”

"You know perfectly well that she did this! Do you know that she has a boyfriend, and her boyfriend lives right across from you!" Pei Yang usually seems nonchalant, but on matters of principle like this, he is quite rational. He doesn't side with his own people, and Shen Muzhi has indeed gone too far astray this time.

Shen Muzhi knew he was wrong. Although the drugs had indeed played a role yesterday, he knew he couldn't blame it all on them. He didn't like hearing another man's name constantly coming from her mouth. The fire that rose in his heart and the fire in his lower body were what made him press her down on top of him, again and again.

Pei Yang looked at Shen Muzhi's pale face, took a deep breath, his anger subsided slightly, and calmly asked, "So what are you going to do now?"

"I want to marry her." Shen Muzhi felt he should take responsibility, and he didn't want her to stay with that man.

“Ha,” Pei Yang laughed in exasperation, “Fourth brother, you want to marry her, but think about whether the girl is willing to marry you? She doesn’t have Stockholm syndrome.”

Shen Muzhi pursed her lips. Judging from Xiang Zhilan's reaction to her stabbing him, she really couldn't possibly want to marry him.

“Furthermore,” Pei Yang frowned slightly, looking at Shen Muzhi, “have you let go of Su Yan? If not, but you still want to marry her, that would be even more irresponsible to her. She has already suffered so much, and now she has to live in the shadow of another woman for the rest of her life. Is that appropriate for her?”

Shen Muzhi was speechless after being questioned by Pei Yang, and after a long time he finally said, "Su Yan is dead."

Pei Yang was stunned. This was the first time he had heard Shen Muzhi admit that Su Yan was dead. For so many years, Shen Muzhi had insisted on not looking for the body, refusing to believe that Su Yan was dead.

"Yes, Su Yan is dead, but what about you?" Pei Yang knew his question was a bit aggressive. For so many years, his friends had been hoping that Shen Muzhi could finally let go, otherwise his insomnia would only get worse.

Shen Muzhi did not answer Pei Yang's question. He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the pool of blood on the bed.

"What if you marry Xiang Zhilan, but Su Yan comes back? Do you even know what you really want?" Pei Yang's questions became increasingly sharp. He hoped that Shen Muzhi could find happiness, but he also hoped that this happiness wouldn't be based on harming others.

Shen Muzhi gripped the earring tightly in her hand, the needle of which pierced her flesh.

Pei Yang shook his head and sighed helplessly at his silence, then instructed the ship's doctor to take good care of Shen Muzhi before leaving.

He also needed to inform Xu Tingchuan about the ship's early return.

However, the most important thing is that he really doesn't know what to do. Xiang Zhilan suffered such a thing last night, and she probably won't recover anytime soon.

But he couldn't tell Ni Sitian to comfort him, as that would only complicate matters further. And what would Feng Jingxian think if he knew his girlfriend had done something like this?

Pei Yang now felt that Shen Muzhi's injury was the end of the matter, but he still had to think about how to clean up the mess.

At this moment, Xiang Zhilan was under the bathroom heater, turning the water to its hottest setting to wash away the marks on her body. Her snow-white skin was already scalded red, and it was unclear whether the water flowing down her face was tears or just water.