He is the decisive business emperor, and she is a charming, soft, and adorable student. Due to a mistaken blind date, he and she became the closest people on the household register.
From then...
"It wasn't exactly an argument." Xiang Zhilan sighed softly, a little annoyed. Even an argument would be better than this inexplicable situation. She pursed her lips, her mood suddenly sinking: "I don't know if deciding to marry him was the right thing to do or the wrong thing."
Ni Sitian was taken aback and asked nervously, "You're not regretting it now, are you?"
"I don't know." Xiang Zhilan has always been very clear about her goals and the people she likes since she was a child. However, she is confused about marriage. She feels like she is half-heartedly going through with it and can't see any hope for the future.
"Then what do you want to do? Aren't you pregnant? The wedding is only a little over ten days away." Ni Sitian's expression became a little serious. She had always felt that the relationship between Xiang Zhilan and Shen Muzhi was developing inexplicably, and there must be something she didn't know. But since Zhilan didn't want her to know, she wouldn't force her.
However, she was always worried about whether this marriage was Zhi Lan's true choice or whether it was because of the unexpected child that she had no choice but to marry him.
"I'll think about it some more," Xiang Zhilan said with some trouble. She thought she was mentally prepared when she agreed to marry Shen Mu, but the closer the wedding got, the more she doubted her decision and was afraid to face the future. Maybe this was what they called wedding phobia.
When Ni Sitian heard her say that, she knew that she was wavering, but no one could make such a decision for her.
“Sitian, you still haven’t answered my question.” Xiang Zhilan was very shrewd. Ni Sitian’s evasive answer had given her the answer, so she said, “Even if he liked Xu Tingchuan’s ex-girlfriend, it doesn’t matter to me. You don’t need to be so secretive.”
"Don't you feel a little jealous?" Ni Sitian was a little overwhelmed by her frank question, and felt that her frankness probably meant she didn't really like Shen Muzhi that much.
"If you want to ask me if I'm jealous, you don't need to be so subtle." Xiang Zhilan hugged the pillow and adjusted her position, saying, "You've asked me that before, and my answer is still the same."
Ni Sitian realized she had known all along that Shen Muzhi had someone else in his heart. She wondered if being so smart and sensitive was a good thing or a bad thing. Knowing so much, and yet not even being jealous—was this really the right way for them to get married?
Xiang Zhilan and Shen Muzhi's situation was different from her and Xu Tingchuan's. When she and Xu Tingchuan got married, they knew absolutely nothing about each other; they were complete strangers. Xu Tingchuan only saw her name when they registered their marriage. Therefore, they had the opportunity to get to know each other and develop feelings for one another after marriage.
Xiang Zhilan and Shen Muzhi have been through so much, living together for so long before the new year and even sleeping in the same bed. Now they even have a child. They should be very familiar with each other, but Xiang Zhilan's feelings for Shen Muzhi are still like those for a stranger.
This is very bad, extremely bad. In this situation, it's harder to fall in love than to be with a stranger.
The only good thing is that Shen Muzhi seems to have feelings for Xiang Zhilan. I wonder how long this feeling will last, like a passionate love that's met with indifference.
"Ni Sitian, stop changing the subject and answer me directly," Xiang Zhilan said, bringing up the old topic again.
Ni Sitian knew there was no escaping it. Xiang Zhilan was already so certain, so whether she gave an answer or not made little difference. She sighed softly, "Pretty much, but that was ten years ago."
"Tell me everything else you know, so I can be mentally prepared and know how to deal with that woman when she comes back," Xiang Zhilan said calmly, leaning against the wall.
“No need to deal with it.” Ni Sitian paused, then sighed softly, “She won’t come back. She’s dead.”