Unlike the lively atmosphere around Ni Sitian's place, Xiang Zhilan came to the villa in the afternoon because she was worried about Shen Muzhi's health.
But Shen Muzhi didn't return by evening. Fearing he was busy, she told the housekeeper not to call him. She knew that if Shen Muzhi knew she was here, he would definitely rush back, so she didn't want to delay him from doing his business.
So she just waited. At first, she chatted with Afang and the others, asking about his stomach problems from last week. But around ten o'clock, the conversation stalled, and she got a little tired and started yawning.
Seeing her like this, Butler Chen advised her to go upstairs and rest. She was still hesitating whether to go home or call her parents to say she wasn't going back.
Finally, I was so tired that I called home, mumbled a few words to my mother, and then let her off the hook.
After all, she's pregnant with Shen Muzhi's child now. What should have happened has already happened, and Xiang Ma isn't the kind of old-fashioned person.
Xiang Zhilan hung up the phone, yawned, and went upstairs.
I fell asleep shortly after lying down in bed.
Around eleven o'clock, Shen Muzhi drove back. Butler Chen and the maid opened the door to greet him. Just as they were about to say that Madam was waiting for him here, they saw the woman who got out of Shen Muzhi's passenger seat and were so surprised that they opened their mouths wide.
Shen Muzhi and Bo Qingyun walked in, and Butler Chen and the maid immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Madam."
Bo Qingyun waved her hand, stretched, yawned, and walked upstairs: "I'm exhausted after sitting on a plane for more than ten hours. Xiao Bao, I'll sleep in your room. You can make do with the guest room."
Shen Muzhi shook his head slightly. He couldn't do anything about his mother's strange habit of sleeping in his bed. Every time she came, she would send him to the guest room, claiming that the bed in the guest room wasn't as comfortable as his.
He later changed to a bed of the same brand, but she said the room's orientation was wrong.
He was completely helpless. His mother's many picky habits were all spoiled by his father, and he, as her son, could only put up with them.
Butler Chen watched as Shen Mu went upstairs to the second floor, then remembered that Xiang Zhilan was still in the master bedroom, so he hurried upstairs.
Bo Qingyun and Shen Muzhi had already entered their respective rooms. Butler Chen waited at the door of the master bedroom, but there was no sound as he expected; instead, it was completely quiet.
He stood outside the door for a while, but heard no sound, so he went downstairs, puzzled.
It turned out that Bo Qingyun had entered the room yawning and hadn't seen the bulge on the bed. She walked to the bedside, lifted the covers, lay down, and fell asleep.
Xiang Zhilan felt the other side of the bed sink, thinking that Shen Muzhi had returned, but she was too sleepy to open her eyes and turned to her side to continue sleeping.
The next morning, Xiang Zhilan felt as if she were buried in a very soft sponge. She was not fully awake yet, and she was confused and reached out to pinch and touch the sponge.
When she touched a small bump, she realized something was wrong; Shen Muzhi's chest couldn't possibly be that soft.
She suddenly opened her eyes, looked up, and saw a woman staring at her hand.
She then realized that she was touching someone's chest! And her face was buried in someone's chest!
Xiang Zhilan exclaimed in surprise, quickly sat up, and apologized repeatedly.
While apologizing, he was also wondering who this woman was and why she was in Shen Muzhi's bed.
Bo Qingyun smiled as she looked at Zhi Lan, scrutinizing her from head to toe.
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