Shen Muzhi didn't speak, just stared straight at her.

Feeling guilty under his gaze, Xiang Zhilan lowered her head, walked past him, went to the elevator, pressed the elevator button, and went inside.

Shen Muzhi lifted his leg and walked over, stepping into the elevator.

Neither of them spoke in the enclosed space.

Xiang Zhilan looked up at the lift button, as if he didn't exist beside her.

The elevator doors opened, and she eagerly stepped out, showing no intention of staying to wait for him to leave together.

As she stepped out of the apartment complex, she turned back, as if she couldn't hold back any longer, and questioned him, "You didn't leave your phone behind, did you?"

He entered her room and didn't take out his phone once inside, so how could he have left it behind?

"Yes." Shen Muzhi did not intend to deny it; he didn't think this clumsy lie could be kept secret for long.

"Then why did you come back?" Xiang Zhilan asked when she saw how readily he answered.

Shen Muzhi didn't answer. He walked towards her, took her hand, and said softly, "Let's take a walk."

Xiang Zhilan frowned. What the heck? Was he coming back to accompany her for a walk? Or was he going for a walk now? She wasn't going to answer her.

"Are you still vomiting a lot these past few days?" Shen Muzhi asked in a low voice, not looking at her, but staring straight ahead.

"It's alright." Xiang Zhilan responded in a flat, emotionless voice. She was seven weeks pregnant now. She had been vomiting quite badly before, but for some reason, it had suddenly subsided. She had originally thought she would vomit for at least twelve weeks, as the doctor had said.

"It seems that the nutritionist's soup was quite effective." Shen Muzhi's composed expression softened somewhat.

Xiang Zhilan was slightly taken aback. The soup she drank was prepared by a specialist he had hired.

"When did we get a nutritionist?" she wondered, as she hadn't been staying at home lately.

"She's a nutritionist who specializes in helping pregnant women recover. She arrived last week and will be responsible for your three meals a day from now on," Shen Muzhi said.

"Why go through all that trouble? I'm not that delicate." Although Xiang Zhilan didn't consider herself a tomboy, she felt that her physique was much stronger than that of the average girl due to years of shooting outdoors and trekking through mountains and rivers.

But she wasn't ungrateful, so she still said, "Thank you."

"No need to tell me, thank my mother if you want to thank her. She's the one who specially found this person," Shen Muzhi said calmly.

Xiang Zhilan bit her lip. She had seen stupid people before, but never anyone this stupid. He didn't know how to please a girl at all. Wouldn't it have been better to say that he treated her and make her feel touched?

“You must have never been popular with women since you were a child.” She deduced from his personality, and then added, “Your friends are all more likeable than men. Putting aside Pei Yang and Gu Chen, even Xu Tingchuan understands women better than anyone else.”

"You like Xu Tingchuan?" he asked with a stern face, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Xiang Zhilan nudged him with her elbow, glared at him, and said, "I just think his personality is better than yours."

Shen Muzhi grabbed Xiang Zhilan's arm, holding it tightly, and said with a stern face, "You are not allowed to think like that."

Xiang Zhilan tried to pull away, but her arm was held even tighter. She frowned and said angrily, "You're hurting me. Let go."

"Anyone can think that way, but you're not allowed to think that way." Shen Muzhi's voice was deep, his eyes fixed on her.

Xiang Zhilan was in a lot of pain from being grabbed and felt that his domineering behavior was a bit inexplicable. She blurted out without thinking, "Why are you so agitated? He stole your woman!"