"I can't accept that. You've already gone to so much trouble, there's no reason for me to take it for nothing." Xiang Zhilan insisted on handing over the money.

"Don't be so polite with me. You're doing this all for the child, so I should do my part," Cheng Yu continued to decline.

These words didn't reach Shen Muzhi's ears in the same way. This man also knew Xiang Zhilan was pregnant? Then what did he mean by saying he should do his best? This child has absolutely nothing to do with him!

"Zhi Lan." Shen Muzhi interrupted their polite conversation, turned his wheelchair around Cheng Yu, looked at Zhi Lan, and said, "Since it is this gentleman's kindness, please accept it."

Then, as he spoke, he turned to look at Cheng Yu, nodded slightly, and said politely, "Thank you for taking such good care of them, mother and child."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Zhilan was startled, while Cheng Yu was completely bewildered.

Shen Muzhi looked at Cheng Yu's expression and was about to speak again.

“Let’s talk.” Xiang Zhilan shoved the basket into Shen Muzhi’s arms, interrupting him, and pushed him toward the peach tree.

Cheng Yu looked completely bewildered. He watched the two walk away, shrugged helplessly, and turned to take care of the children's breakfast.

After pushing Shen Muzhi to a secluded spot, Xiang Zhilan stopped, turned to face him, her eyes slightly darkened, and pursed her lips: "You knew everything?"

"Shouldn't I know?" Shen Muzhi clenched his fist, his voice cold and deep. "Or did you never intend for me to know?"

Xiang Zhilan lowered her eyes and did not deny it. She originally wanted to keep it from him, hide for ten months, and then change the month to cover it up when the child was older.

"Why keep things from me when other men can know them?" Shen Muzhi's face grew increasingly gloomy, and his tone became cold and sharp: "What do you plan to do? Find a stepfather for the child?"

“I didn’t think that way.” Xiang Zhilan bit her lip, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. She took a breath and said seriously, “I will raise him myself.”

Shen Muzhi's face was clouded with gloom as he questioned in a deep voice, "Are you going to tell the child that his father is dead, or that his father abandoned him?"

"I..." Xiang Zhilan really hadn't figured out how to explain to him that he didn't have a father after the child was born.

"Or should you tell him that he was unwelcome to this world?" Shen Muzhi's eyes fell on her flat stomach. Her waist was already so slender that it could be encircled with one hand, and there was no sign of pregnancy at all.

“He’s not unpopular,” Xiang Zhilan retorted, her eyes slightly red as she looked at Shen Muzhi and said, “I admit that I initially wanted to abort him, but now I’ve accepted his existence and started planning for his future. I will be a good mother.”

This life began by a series of unexpected events, yet it has become inextricably linked to her and has become a part of her.

"So the prerequisite for you to be a good mother is to ensure that his future has no father?!" Shen Muzhi's voice was deep.

Xiang Zhilan fell silent, her face lowered. After a long while, she sighed softly, "Shen Muzhi, I already know that you accidentally drank the medicine on the ship that day, and I also consider myself unlucky. Who told me to accidentally enter the room? We both made the first mistake, but we can prevent this mistake from leading to the next one."

"How do you know that our marriage is the next mistake?" Shen Muzhi asked with a gloomy face.