Apart from a television, there are no other entertainment facilities in this room.

Shen Muzhi was probably preventing her from contacting the outside world; there was no computer or iPad, making the situation even more tedious and despairing.

Xiang Zhilan didn't touch breakfast and went back to bed.

If he wants to lock her up, then let's see who can endure it more. If he locks her up for a day, she won't eat for a day; if he locks her up for two days, she won't eat for two days.

Anyway, she had already decided not to have the child. Since he wouldn't let her go to the hospital to have an abortion, she would simply starve herself. No one could decide the fate of the child in her womb better than her.

Xiang Zhilan stopped thinking about it, lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and quietly waited for time to pass.

She was half asleep and half awake, and time passed quickly; before she knew it, it was noon.

Afang came to deliver lunch and also to collect the breakfast plates, only to find that the breakfast was untouched, not even the glass of milk.

"Madam, Madam." She looked at Zhi Lan lying on the bed, walked over and called out.

Xiang Zhilan didn't open her eyes, turned over and lay on her side, her voice low and weak: "Don't worry about me."

“But how can you not eat while you’re pregnant? Even if you’re arguing with your husband, the baby is innocent,” Afang said anxiously.

Xiang Zhilan remained silent. If anyone was innocent, it was more innocent than anyone else. She had never provoked Shen Muzhi, yet now she was imprisoned here.

"Madam, please get up and eat something, you'll get hungry." Afang became even more anxious seeing Xiang Zhilan so calm and composed.

After several unsuccessful attempts to persuade her, she had no choice but to take the breakfast out.

As soon as she stepped out of the room, she ran into Shen Muzhi on the corridor and reported to him, "Madam didn't touch breakfast today."

Shen Muzhi looked at the cold food, and his expression turned sour.

“I don’t think Madam will eat lunch either, sir. This will cause trouble.” Afang didn’t dare to persuade Shen Muzhi, so she could only offer this subtle reminder that Xiang Zhilan shouldn’t be kept locked up.

"You may leave," Shen Muzhi said calmly, then walked towards the door of the guest room.

He stood outside the door for a while, but didn't hear any sounds of eating. He wanted to open the door and go in, but in the end, he held back.

This is a battle of endurance; if he goes in now, he'll lose too soon. Perhaps she's just testing him.

Shen Muzhi's expression darkened slightly, and he turned to head towards the study.

Xiang Zhilan slept from morning till night, without touching lunch, dinner, or a late-night snack.

She didn't touch the food in the drawer, and didn't eat or drink anything all day.

She remained lying motionless in bed, refusing to believe that Shen Muzhi could truly keep her locked up for life and prevent her from seeing anyone.

At first, he could make up excuses to deceive her, but after not seeing her for so long, the elders would definitely have doubts.

Especially her parents. According to the plan, he was supposed to accompany her back to her parents' home three days after the wedding. Even if he managed to avoid it, her parents would still become suspicious if they couldn't contact her.

"Sir, Madam hasn't eaten a single grain of rice today," Butler Chen reported to Shen Muzhi's study.

"I understand." Shen Muzhi didn't raise his eyebrows, continuing to turn the pages of the book.

Butler Chen noticed that the pages of his book had been turned forward, and he was reading it with a serious expression.

She clearly cares a lot, but she acts like this.

Just as Butler Chen was about to say a few words of advice, Ah Feng walked in. He was in charge of some of Shen Muzhi's external affairs and usually only came here when there was something important. Butler Chen knew that it was not appropriate for him to say anything more, so he withdrew.