Xiang Zhilan watched Shen Muzhi talk about this so happily and thought he was really crazy.
She just felt uncomfortable that the bed she had slept in was being used by another woman; she didn't think she would mind if he changed the bed.
"You misunderstood, I'm not angry." Xiang Zhilan removed his hand from her shoulder and said seriously, "I didn't mind that you brought other women back to sleep, it's just that I'm bothered that the bed and sheets and duvet covers haven't been changed. I admit I have a problem, I don't like strange women using things I've used. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
“I understand.” Shen Muzhi nodded with a smile, looking at her intently.
Xiang Zhilan didn't understand why he was getting more agitated. Had he misunderstood something he shouldn't have?
"What do you even know?" She saw that he didn't understand anything.
Shen Muzhi grabbed Xiang Zhilan's arm again and held it tightly, leaning down to stare into her eyes: "I'm someone you've used too."
Xiang Zhilan was stunned. She really couldn't communicate with him pleasantly. Her face darkened and she said, "I wouldn't mind if you were used by others a thousand times. Get out, get out."
"I wasn't used by anyone." Shen Muzhi felt quite aggrieved and miserable about this.
He was already in his early thirties, and all he had in bed was a few times. The first time, he got her pregnant, and then he couldn't touch her anymore. When their relationship improved and the pregnancy was stable, they finally got close again, but he only had sex with her a few times. He was the one who served her and never really got to enjoy himself. He kept hoping and hoping that she would give birth so he could fulfill his promise of a three-hundred-round battle, but then she ran away with the baby.
"I have never been used by any other woman," Shen Muzhi emphasized again in a serious tone.
"Shen Muzhi, I never knew you were such a cowardly person." Xiang Zhilan curled her lips in a mocking smile. "If you've done something, you should admit it. Don't tell me you brought women back just to chat under the covers. You don't need to hide it from me. I have no interest in interfering with you. I just ask you to be an honest person and set a good example for the children. Don't be so two-faced."
"It seems you don't believe me." Shen Muzhi grabbed her wrist and pulled her away.
"What are you doing!" Xiang Zhilan shouted angrily.
Shen Muzhi forcefully led her into his room, pushed her in front of the sofa, picked up the coat and shoved it into her hands, saying in a deep voice, "Look at whose coat this is!"
Xiang Zhilan thought he was crazy; how did she know which woman wore those clothes...?
Hmm? This outfit looks familiar, it seems to be...
"Can you tell whose it is?" Shen Muzhi was a little angry at being wrongly accused, and pulled her around to look at the coffee table. "And these books, who cares to read those! And look at the dressing table, whose are those bottles and jars!"
Xiang Zhilan was somewhat dazed. All the women's items in this room were actually hers?
For a moment, she couldn't find her voice. After a while, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you keeping these?"
“Just as you said, it’s because I’ve gone mad.” Shen Muzhi forced a smile, but his eyes were bitter. “Every day I will put out the things you left behind in different ways, so that when I come back to this room at night, it will feel like you’re still here.”
Xiang Zhilan looked at Shen Muzhi in disbelief. Doing this was no different from being crazy. Wasn't he afraid that the servants in the house would think he was mentally ill? Didn't Shen's parents care?
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