Their situation was so awkward that she couldn't imagine lying in the same bed with him again that night.
After the kiss, something felt off, making her feel uncomfortable.
Xiang Zhilan pursed her lips, subtly asking, "Aren't you going to work?"
Shen Muzhi completely misunderstood her meaning, his cool voice carrying a slightly sexy huskiness: "It's nothing important."
"Don't we need to patrol or anything?" Xiang Zhilan didn't want him to stay here at night.
"No rush, the inspection can be done any day." Shen Muzhi, of course, had no idea that she wanted to get rid of him.
His work was completely different from Xu Tingchuan's. He took over most of his maternal grandfather's legitimate businesses in the Qinghong Gang, including entertainment industries such as KTVs, hotels, nightclubs, and talent agencies. In addition, he invested in and held shares in several listed companies. Unlike Xu Tingchuan, he did not need to work a nine-to-five job.
Moreover, he and Xu Tingchuan have different personalities. He is not a workaholic. Each of those industrial chains has its own division of labor and supervisors. He sets aside time for them to report on their work, and he will also conduct unscheduled inspections from time to time.
Of course, he also has his own office building and could go to work every day like that, but he stopped going after his insomnia became severe last year. Now he's gotten used to this work pattern and thinks it's fine. He can also stay with Xiang Zhilan while she rests at home during her pregnancy.
However, Xiang Zhilan was completely unaware of these thoughts of his; what troubled her now was that he was impossible to get rid of no matter what she did.
Just then, her phone rang, and she felt it was a lifesaver to ease the awkwardness, so she quickly answered it.
"Ms. Xiang, have you reached a conclusion regarding that photo?" The owner of the photography studio called personally.
Upon hearing this, Xiang Zhilan raised her eyes and glanced at Shen Muzhi.
"Miss Xiang, how about this? We'll give each person 10,000 yuan, and then give you a 25% discount on this photoshoot. What do you think?" the boss said through gritted teeth.
“Okay, I agree.” Xiang Zhilan withdrew her gaze and returned the message directly to her boss.
The boss beamed, offered a few compliments, and discussed payment methods.
Xiang Zhilan hung up the phone, looked at Shen Muzhi, and said with a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, "I have already agreed to that boss. If you don't agree, go and withdraw it yourself."
"When did I say I disagreed?" Although Shen Muzhi didn't like being exposed like this, he hadn't explicitly rejected her that afternoon.
"Then why did you say I was short of money? It's like I have to sell my photos to make a living," Xiang Zhilan said, looking at him reproachfully.
"I didn't mean that." He was just worried that she might be short of money, so he asked that question, but he didn't expect her to overthink it.
"Who wants to know what you mean?" Xiang Zhilan said awkwardly, taking the black card out of the bedside table drawer and stuffing it back into Shen Muzhi's hand, saying, "Here, take this back. I don't need it."
There were other people in the car that day, so she couldn't argue with him. Now she finally had a chance to return the favor.
When Shen Muzhi saw her return the card to him, his face turned even uglier than the black card itself.
He always thought of her as his wife and family, but she always contradicted him in these ways, making him realize that she had no intention of treating her as family.
Shen Muzhi gripped the card tightly in his hand, his gaze towards Xiang Zhilan deep and unfathomable.
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