Xiang Zhilan has come to a clear understanding that even if she wanted to resist, she couldn't.

She smiled bitterly and turned to look out the window. This wasn't the way home. In a hoarse voice, she asked weakly, "Where are you taking me?"

“They’ll worry if you go home like this.” Shen Muzhi handed her his phone and said, “Make a call home first.”

Xiang Zhilan hesitated for a moment, then took the phone. She knew that Shen Muzhi was right; if she went back like this, her parents would be very worried.

She dialed her mother's cell phone, told her that she wouldn't be going that night, and after hanging up, she found that Shen Muzhi's car was already parked outside the Regent Hotel.

As dusk fell, he got into the car, opened the passenger door, picked up Xiang Zhilan, and walked into the hotel.

As soon as he entered, a manager immediately came to greet him.

"Go get a dress in this lady's size." Shen Muzhi said as he walked into the elevator that led directly to the presidential suite, leaving the manager outside.

This wasn't the first time Xiang Zhilan had been to this place; it was the place where she first met Shen Muzhi.

Once inside the room, Shen Muzhi placed Xiang Zhilan on the sofa.

He wrung out a wet towel from the bathroom and wiped Xiang Zhilan's face directly. He had never taken care of or served anyone before, so his movements were very clumsy. Although he tried to be gentle, it still made Xiang Zhilan uncomfortable.

Xiang Zhilan reached out and grabbed the towel from his hand. "I can do it myself."

Shen Muzhi was somewhat stubborn. He grabbed the back of Xiang Zhilan's head and insisted on wiping it for her himself.

Xiang Zhilan had no choice but to let him do as he pleased.

He wiped her face clean, then took her hands and wiped them as well.

"Don't cry for that man, it's not worth it," Shen Muzhi said calmly, wiping her tears even between his fingers.

Xiang Zhilan was slightly taken aback. He knew that her crying was because she couldn't accept that Feng Jingxian was that kind of person.

"You knew he was this kind of person all along?" She recalled Shen Muzhi telling her that Feng Jingxian was not a good person.

“He climbed to a high position in the US by relying on women. Later, that woman’s husband found out, and he was kicked out of the company. I think he returned to China because he couldn’t make it in the US anymore.” Shen Muzhi had someone investigate Feng Jingxian’s background very thoroughly.

Feng Jingxian's gentleness and thoughtfulness, and his ability to make girls happy, were all skills he honed through his relationships with dozens of women. Therefore, he disdained comparing himself to Feng Jingxian in these ways.

"Are you secretly laughing at me for being so stupid?" Xiang Zhilan's nose tingled with emotion.

"I didn't." Shen Muzhi wiped her hands, looked up at her, and denied it earnestly.

When Xiang Zhilan met his gaze, she turned her head away, feeling a dull ache in her heart and not wanting to speak.

Looking at her profile, which was as clear and translucent as an ice sculpture, Shen Muzhi couldn't help but reach out and touch her face, slowly bringing his head closer.

When he was about a centimeter away from her lips, he heard a cold laugh.

He opened his eyes and saw the mocking expression on her face. He heard her say, "Am I just escaping the tiger's mouth only to fall into the wolf's den? Oh, no, compared to Feng Jingxian, you are the tiger."

Shen Muzhi froze for a moment, removed his hand from her face, and took a step back.

He knew the hurt he had caused her, and saying sorry a thousand or ten thousand times wouldn't help.

When he saw Feng Jingxian about to violate her, he realized how unforgivable his actions were, and that she should stab him a few more times if she wanted to.

He lowered his eyes, remained silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and said, "I do."