The two chatted for a while before Xiang Zhilan felt sleepy. She yawned, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Seeing that she fell asleep quickly, Shen Muzhi was actually a little envious of her good sleep. He moved closer to her and gently put his arm around her shoulder.

As always, she would subconsciously struggle, but she would quiet down once he restrained her, her hands curled up against her chest as if in resistance, and she would continue to sleep.

He wondered when this wariness would dissipate. Shen Muzhi gazed at her face with a deep, melancholy look. Her features became increasingly clear before him, no longer overlapping with anyone else's.

He lowered his head and kissed the center of her hair, then fell asleep with his forehead pressed against hers.

The next day, when Xiang Zhilan woke up, she found that Shen Muzhi was no longer in bed. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After changing her clothes, she went downstairs and saw Shen Muzhi having breakfast. She walked over and sat down, giving him a strange look: "Are you going to a wedding?"

Shen Muzhi put down the silver spoon that was spitting out jam, handed the slice of toast to Xiang Zhilan, and said indifferently, "Aren't we going to pick up Mom and Dad today?"

"Yes." Xiang Zhilan suddenly realized that he had dressed up so solemnly because he was going to pick up her parents.

But is it really necessary to go to such extremes? He actually wore a formal suit and even wore a dark green thin tie. If he went to a wedding banquet without any preparation, he might be mistaken for the groom.

She looked down at herself again: a white fitted t-shirt, a light green trench coat, denim pencil pants, and canvas shoes. Compared to him, she felt like she was going to buy groceries.

"Pfft, hahahaha." She couldn't help but burst out laughing, and after laughing for a while, she wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes: "You really don't need to dress like this."

Shen Muzhi's face tightened, and without saying a word, he got up and walked towards the stairs.

As Butler Chen was bringing over the milk, he heard Xiang Zhilan say this and couldn't help but say, "Madam, the master got up an hour early today and specially dressed up."

Xiang Zhilan was taken aback. He always acted like he was the only one who mattered, but she didn't expect him to care so much about her parents' opinions of him.

This was quite surprising, but she was also very satisfied.

Whoever she dates must respect her parents. It's good that he values ​​this first meeting so much.

Xiang Zhilan smiled slightly and continued eating her breakfast. When she had almost finished, she saw Shen Muzhi come down the stairs.

This time he wore a black casual suit, which made him look less formal, but his cold aura remained.

"Your clothes are far too monotonous in color," Xiang Zhilan criticized from an aesthetic point of view. "I've seen you ninety-nine times out of a hundred, and you're always wearing black, except for that one day..."

As she spoke, the smile on her face vanished. That day was the annual meeting of Xu Tingchuan's company on the cruise ship. He wore a dark red retro suit jacket, and his shirt was still black.

Shen Muzhi knew what she was thinking, and his lips tightened.

"I'm going upstairs to get my bag." Xiang Zhilan forced a smile, quickly walked towards the stairs, and hurried up as if fleeing.

Shen Muzhi lowered his eyes, suddenly lost his appetite, put down the sandwich in his hand, and said to Butler Chen, "Have A-Chao prepare the car."

"Yes." Butler Chen lowered his head, walked to the telephone in the living room, and dialed Ah Chao's number.

When Xiang Zhilan got upstairs, she lowered her head, pressed her hands against her forehead, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

If I want to have a good life with him, I really can't think about this anymore.