Xiang Zhilan walked upstairs, and when she got to the outside of the training room, she could hear the sound of punching a sandbag inside.

She opened the door and saw Shen Muzhi shirtless, punching a sandbag. His entire back was covered in sweat, and the muscles in his back were taut.

She went inside, but he seemed not to hear her and continued sweating.

Under normal circumstances, Xiang Zhilan might have even moved a small stool to properly admire that superb figure, but Butler Chen said he had been like this for three hours, which was not a good thing.

Moreover, there were still shrapnel fragments in his arm. The doctor said that too much strenuous exercise might cause the shrapnel to shift. If it moved to a vital area, it would be a real problem, and his arm might be ruined.

Thinking of these things, Xiang Zhilan frowned and called out, "Shen Muzhi."

Shen Muzhi used his arm to block the sandbag that was hurtling towards him, then stabilized it before turning around.

He was covered in sweat and panting heavily; his whole body was flushed from the exercise.

"What are you doing? Don't you want your arm?" Xiang Zhilan said, somewhat annoyed. She grabbed a towel from the side and went over to wipe his sweat.

When she touched his body, she truly felt how long he had been exercising; his whole body was stiff, and his muscles were clenched together.

"I don't like bodybuilder physiques. Stop overdoing it with exercise, or you can forget about touching me again." Xiang Zhilan wrinkled her nose in disgust as she wiped herself, "It stinks, go wash up..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Muzhi pulled her into his arms and rested her head against his sweaty chest.

His heart was pounding violently in his chest from the excessive exercise; he was panting, his chest heaving.

The sticky, wet feeling was very uncomfortable. Xiang Zhilan tried to break free from his embrace, but he pressed her head down.

"What happened?" Xiang Zhilan felt that he was acting very strangely today, so she lifted her face off his chest and asked.

Shen Muzhi didn't answer, but just held him quietly for a while before his breathing calmed down and his heartbeat slowly subsided.

He released Xiang Zhilan and lowered his head to stroke her hair.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Xiang Zhilan was quite used to having her face stared at, but Shen Muzhi's gaze was too strange.

"How about we go on a trip after Su Chengwen's funeral?" He thought about it all night and finally came up with this way to escape.

"Going on a trip? Why so suddenly?" Xiang Zhilan was puzzled. Shouldn't they wait until after she gave birth to go on a trip?

“Let’s go.” Shen Muzhi didn’t explain, only saying, “Go wherever you want to go, anywhere is fine.”

He wanted to leave Yihai City temporarily, not wanting to think about the meaning behind Xin Zikai. Whether it was because he was afraid to face the difficult choice or because of a feeling of being reluctant to leave home, he didn't want to be sure if that woman was Su Yan.

“Alright, let’s go next week then. I’ll book the itinerary.” Xiang Zhilan remembered the film festival yesterday. Since she was going to France anyway, she might as well take him with her. They could work and travel at the same time, killing two birds with one stone.

"Okay." Shen Muzhi patted Xiang Zhilan's hair.

"Now you can tell me why you get up at five o'clock to play with the sandbag?" Xiang Zhilan got back to the point and asked seriously, "Are you having insomnia again?"

She knew his insomnia was caused by Su Yan, but it had started to improve last year, and after they got married this year, the problem was gone. Why did it suddenly recur? Could it be that he has fallen for Su Yan again?