Unlike the warmth and comfort they found there, Xiang Zhilan's place was shrouded in gloom.
She had arranged to have dinner and watch a movie with Feng Jingxian today, and then she took out the chocolates and gifts she had prepared.
But when Feng Jingxian opened it, it was empty! Empty!
How humiliated she was, how much she wanted to die—can anyone understand that? Can anyone understand?
Fortunately, Feng Jingxian thoughtfully gave her a way out, otherwise she would have banged her head against a wall!
And besides Shen Muzhi, she couldn't think of anyone else who would be so bored as to leave the two boxes empty!
Especially after he got angry about her changing her hairstyle yesterday, she became even more convinced that he was retaliating and that he must have taken the things inside.
Xiang Zhilan rushed upstairs to Shen Muzhi's study, slammed the door open, and glared at Shen Muzhi, who was reading a book, with bloodshot eyes.
"Hand over the stuff!" She rushed up to him, slamming her hand on the table with a fierce expression.
Shen Mu remained unmoved, not even lifting an eyelid, and simply said, "Didn't anyone tell you to knock before entering?"
Xiang Zhilan was now burning with anger and didn't care about being afraid of him anymore. She snatched the book from his hand and said breathlessly, "Give me my things!"
Shen Muzhi then raised his eyes to look at Xiang Zhilan and said in a cool and aloof tone, "Give me back the book."
"Give me back my things!" Xiang Zhilan's anger fueled her determination to stare at him, refusing to budge an inch.
The two stared at each other for two seconds, then Shen Muzhi slowly stood up and said in a gloomy and cold voice, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'll say it again: give me back that book."
Xiang Zhilan gripped the book tightly, refusing to back down, and glared intently at Shen Muzhi.
Shen Muzhi reached out to take it, but Xiang Zhilan grabbed it and wouldn't let go.
The two men were locked in a battle of wits over the book, neither willing to back down.
However, Xiang Zhilan was no match for Shen Muzhi's strength and soon she was about to lose her grip on the book. Before he could completely pull it away, she grabbed a handful of pages with her other hand.
With a tearing sound, a handful of pages were ripped off by Xiang Zhilan.
The air seemed to freeze instantly.
Shen Mu's sharp, cold eyes stared at the pages of the book in Xiang Zhilan's hand.
The elegant black carbon pen writing on it was now split in two, and he slowly raised his eyes.
When Xiang Zhilan met his eyes, she trembled; it was the first time she had ever seen him look like that.
That murderous look startled her, and she took a step back, the book in her hand fluttering to the ground.
Snap!
The sound of the slap echoed throughout the entire room.
Xiang Zhilan's face was turned to the side by the blow, and his mouth was immediately filled with the metallic taste of blood.
The air inside the room froze again, and even the sound of breathing ceased.
Shen Muzhi's hand went numb. He knew very well how hard the slap had been. His fingers trembled slightly, and he wanted to reach out to look at her face, but his arm paused in mid-air, clenched his fist, and slowly lowered.
"Get out." He turned his back and coldly uttered those two words.
Xiang Zhilan was stunned by the beating; her ears were still ringing.
Those two words brought her back to her senses. Her eyes reddened, and she clenched her fists, the veins on the back of her hands bulging slightly.
She took three steps at a time and walked up behind Shen Muzhi, placing one hand on his shoulder.
Shen Muzhi frowned slightly; he disliked any touching of his body.
Just as he turned around, a hook punch came flying toward his cheek, fast, ruthless, and accurate.
He could have dodged it, but when he glanced at the blood at the corner of Xiang Zhilan's mouth, he froze for a moment, his reaction slowed, and he took the punch squarely.
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