This speculation made Xiang Zhilan very uncomfortable. They had just done something so intimate last night, yet he was losing sleep because of another woman, even if that woman was dead.

"No," Shen Muzhi denied directly, not wanting her to worry.

Xiang Zhilan was skeptical of this answer, squinting her eyes: "If you didn't have insomnia, why did you get up so early?"

"I can't sleep." Shen Muzhi thought for a moment but found it hard to explain, so he said, "I have a lot of energy and nowhere to release it."

"..." Xiang Zhilan was speechless. Was her husband saying that he was sexually frustrated and had too much energy, so he needed to exercise to release his excess energy? In that case, it was her fault.

Shen Muzhi chuckled softly. Seeing her dazed expression, it seemed she believed him. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I accepted your invitation to fight three hundred rounds last night."

Xiang Zhilan's eyes widened. Seeing that he hadn't collapsed after three hours of strenuous exercise, she suddenly became genuinely worried about her back. At this rate, she might not be able to get out of bed.

"Go have breakfast first." Shen Muzhi took the T-shirt and prepared to go downstairs to take a shower.

Xiang Zhilan looked at his waist from behind and it did indeed look very strong.

Actually, she and Shen Muzhi only had one encounter, that time on the ship. It was a terrible experience; she felt nothing but pain and despair. Even now, if they were to go all the way, he would be extremely cautious, not daring to use any force at all. She really didn't know what it would be like if he truly unleashed his power.

Xiang Zhilan couldn't help but support her waist; with her 18-inch waist, it would surely fall apart from all the commotion.

Um, she's not 18 inches anymore, and I don't know when she'll be able to get back to her pre-pregnancy figure. Anyway, I definitely won't let him touch her until she's back to her pre-pregnancy figure.

"Tingchuan called, I'm going over there now." Shen Muzhi had finished breakfast and was originally going to accompany Xiang Zhilan for a walk.

“Go ahead,” Xiang Zhilan suddenly remembered and turned to Afang, saying, “Go upstairs and get the gentleman’s coat.”

Afang ran upstairs quickly, then ran back down to hand the coat to Xiang Zhilan.

Xiang Zhilan handed her coat to Shen Muzhi and said, "You're going to be on duty all night, right? It's getting colder at night, so wear more clothes."

"Mm." Shen Muzhi took the clothes, hugged Xiang Zhilan, kissed her on the temple, and instructed, "Eat less snacks and more vegetables."

"I'm not a child." Xiang Zhilan stuck out her tongue and got out of his arms.

"Ah Fang, keep an eye on Madam and make sure she doesn't eat anything acidic that might upset her stomach," Shen Muzhi instructed the maid.

"..." Xiang Zhilan was speechless. She had only eaten half a bag of raisins and a bag of dried bayberries yesterday, and hadn't eaten anything else. She pouted and urged her to leave, "Go away, go away."

Shen Muzhi patted her head and turned to walk towards the car.

Xiang Zhilan looked at the car and spoke, then went back inside and called her friend from yesterday to discuss the trip to the French Film Festival in detail.

Su Chengwen's mourning hall was set up at the Su family's residence, but few people came in the morning.

When Shen Muzhi arrived, Xu Tingchuan and the others had not yet arrived, and the mourning hall was empty.

He stood in front of the hall looking at Su Chengwen's black and white photo, and while he was mourning, he heard a noise from the side.

He turned his head and saw the woman in black walk in. She saw him, seemed startled, and turned to leave.

Shen Mu strode over and grabbed her wrist.