Suddenly, Shen Muzhi cupped the back of Xiang Zhilan's head with his hand and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
His soft, warm lips brushed against her forehead briefly before he stepped back and entered the elevator.
Xiang Zhilan watched the elevator doors close, then absentmindedly touched her forehead where she had been kissed, muttering, "What does this mean?"
After standing there for a while, she turned around and went back into the house. Just then, her phone rang. It was a call from Ni Sitian.
Ni Sitian wanted to discuss the wedding flowers with Zhi Lan. She looked at the bouquet designs from several vendors that Secretary Xue had given her, but none of them particularly appealed to her, so she wanted to go to a florist with Zhi Lan to take a look.
Xiang Zhilan also wanted to go out for a stroll, so she accepted Ni Sitian's invitation, went inside to change her clothes, grabbed a bag, told her parents what was going on, and then went out.
Her white car was still parked at Shen Muzhi's house, so she had to take a taxi to go out. Unexpectedly, when she went downstairs, she saw A-Chao driving her white car slowly towards her.
"Madam." Ah Chao got out of the car, opened the back door, and invited her to get in.
After Xiang Zhilan sat down, she asked, "Why are you here?"
"The master instructed me this morning that you might need the car, and asked me to drive here and wait," Ah Chao replied.
Xiang Zhilan smiled faintly, but her little white car only cost around 100,000 yuan, and it even had a driver? It felt strange. Shen Muzhi probably wanted to drive her car back to her so that it would be more convenient for her to use.
This gloomy guy can be considerate sometimes, too.
"Has he been very busy these days?" Xiang Zhilan couldn't help but ask, still remembering how he had promised to disappear for three days but then suddenly vanished for a week.
"No, the master has been recuperating these past few days." After saying that, Ah Chao suddenly realized that the master had instructed him not to let anyone know, so he quickly added to cover it up: "He's just still recovering from his injuries."
Xiang Zhilan was observant and not so easily fooled. She asked suspiciously, "Isn't his injury not serious? What kind of illness is he recovering from?"
"Madam, please don't make things difficult for me. My husband told me not to say it." Ah Chao was in a very difficult position.
“Okay, it’s fine if you don’t want to tell me, I’ll just call him and ask.” Xiang Zhilan took out her phone.
Ah Chao realized something was wrong. His wife was in his car. If she called to ask about his illness, it would be like telling his husband that he had let it slip. This would offend both sides, so it would be better for him to just tell his wife directly.
“Madam, let me tell you.” Ah Chao, who had been calculating, decided to speak up: “About a week ago, my husband ate some leeks that he can’t eat, and he had an allergic reaction. In addition, he was injured and had a fever for three whole days. He’s not fully recovered yet. Dr. Wang told him to rest, but he was thinking of coming to see you. Please don’t blame him for keeping it from you. He was just afraid that you would worry.”
Xiang Zhilan was taken aback. She recalled that just a week ago, she went to pick up her parents. He was a guest at the Xiang family home, and she cooked a plate of chives and eggs. She could tell he didn't like it, but she kept piling it on his plate.
At the time, she just thought he was a picky eater and didn't like the taste of chives, so she deliberately teased him. She never expected that he would have such a severe gastrointestinal allergy.
And it hadn't been long since then; last night, his dad had made him drink half a bottle of Moutai. No wonder his face was a little pale after he finished drinking yesterday. She thought he was faking it and deliberately wanted to stay.
This idiot didn't tell her that she couldn't eat chives, didn't say anything when she was sick, and didn't say anything when drinking made her stomach feel worse. Does he think it's cool to keep quiet?
"What are you daydreaming about?" Ni Sitian waved a flower in front of Xiang Zhilan. She had been lost in thought ever since they entered the store, and no one knew what she was thinking about.
Xiang Zhilan shook her head and casually replied, "The flower you have is quite nice, so choose this one."
Ni Sitian was speechless; the flower in her hand was a chrysanthemum.
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