She strode to the entrance and reached out to grasp the doorknob.

As soon as she opened the door, an arm reached through her shoulder and neck and slammed the door shut.

Xiang Zhilan twisted the doorknob and pulled it inward, but she couldn't budge Shen Muzhi's power at all.

She frowned, turned around, and glared at Shen Muzhi: "What are you doing? I want to get out."

"Where can you go? You haven't even called the property management to handle this. Are you planning to wander around the streets in this?" Shen Muzhi said with a stern face. He didn't understand why she was suddenly acting so strangely when the atmosphere had been fine just now.

"That's none of your business." Xiang Zhilan was extremely irritable and increasingly didn't want to spend any more time with him.

Shen Muzhi grabbed her wrist, pinned her arm against the door, and said in a low voice, "I am still your legal husband. Don't forget, there were nearly a thousand people who witnessed the wedding."

“Then don’t forget that our separation is for the purpose of divorce.” Xiang Zhilan looked directly into his eyes and replied stubbornly.

"This is your one-sided idea; we haven't reached a consensus."

"Getting the marriage certificate was your wishful thinking, and sleeping with you was also your one-sided coercion. There are some things we have reached a consensus on," Xiang Zhilan retorted sharply.

Shen Muzhi stared at her intently, his face tense.

"What's wrong? Can't you speak?" Xiang Zhilan twitched the corner of her mouth, but there was no joy of victory, only a hint of sadness. She looked at Shen Muzhi and said, "Do you know what I hate most about you? You're always self-centered, domineering and arrogant. As long as you want to, you don't care whether others want to or not. You do whatever you want, disregarding other people's wishes."

"If your so-called wish is divorce, then I'd rather continue to be hated by you." Shen Muzhi's eyes were deep, and he said in a calm voice, "Anyway, you've said that you could never like me. Rather than letting you leave and forget me in a few days, it's better to keep you imprisoned by marriage and make you hate me."

Xiang Zhilan was furious with him. He knew she disliked him, yet he deliberately made her dislike him. Was he crazy?

"Let go." She moved her wrist, which he was holding, and said with a frown.

"Why should I let go? It won't make you dislike me any less or like me any more if I let you go."

"Shen Muzhi! Are you determined to argue?!" Xiang Zhilan was pinned between him and the door, twisting and struggling.

"Anyway, you already hate me the most, you can't hate me any more, so what difference does it make what I do?" Shen Muzhi used his leg to push her knee away, suppressing her.

"Mmm..." Xiang Zhilan's eyes widened, and she tightly closed her lips, preventing him from intruding.

Shen Muzhi grabbed her chin, pried it open, and forced his way in.

The sweet taste of watermelon lingered in her mouth, and her tongue felt cool, smooth, and fragrant, making him crave more and more kisses.

"Ugh..." Xiang Zhilan's one hand was held, so she could only use her other hand to push him.

But he was like a mountain, impossible to move no matter how much she pushed him, so she could only angrily scratch and hit him.

Finally, she was so weak from lack of oxygen that she had no strength left, but he still wouldn't give up. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his body against hers.

He released her lips, leaned close to her ear, and said in a low voice, "Do you believe I can make you hate me even more? Do you think I won't touch you because you're pregnant? You probably don't know that I asked the doctor this morning."

The intense sensation pressing down on her lower abdomen terrified her, turning her face deathly pale. They were the only ones in the room now…