Xiang Zhilan saw that Shen Muzhi was shirtless, with blood flowing from his arms and shoulders. He was exhausted and still staggered as he chased after her.
As he drew closer, her hands involuntarily clenched into fists.
"Xiao Li, drive," Shen Guoliang ordered expressionlessly.
The driver started the car as instructed, and Xiang Zhilan turned her gaze away, watching the car slowly drive out of the villa's yard.
Finally, she was out of the way and breathed a long sigh of relief, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shen Muzhi still chasing after the car.
She watched him chase after him until he collapsed to the ground, exhausted, sending dust mites flying everywhere.
As the car drove further away, his figure on the ground grew smaller and smaller. She watched as the two bodyguards lifted him up, assuming he had fainted. She lowered her gaze and stopped looking.
From the moment she left the villa, his life or death had nothing to do with her anymore.
Bo Qingyun held Xiang Zhilan's hand and patted it gently.
Xiang Zhilan pursed her lips, still sticking to her decision, and said to Bo Qingyun, "I want to go home."
She was now unsure how to address Bo Qingyun. She had already used the divorce agreement and left the villa, so it seemed a bit inappropriate for her to call Bo Qingyun "Mom" now. Going back to the military compound with them would also be inappropriate.
“How can that be? If you go home now, how will you tell your parents?” Bo Qingyun knew what Xiang Zhilan was thinking, so she said, “I’ve said that even if you and Mu Zhi divorce, I will still treat you like my daughter. Don’t feel pressured to come back with us. We will not force you to reconcile with Mu Zhi. Besides, whether you go home or go somewhere else, he can find you and bring you back. Only if you go there will he not dare to act recklessly.”
Xiang Zhilan knew that Bo Qingyun's words made sense. With her own abilities, she couldn't avoid Shen Muzhi no matter how she hid or fled. The only way was to rely on their protection, but how long could such protection last?
"Lanlan, come back with me first. I'll make arrangements for you later if you want to do something." Seeing that Xiang Zhilan was wavering, Bo Qingyun pressed on and said, "Just think of it as keeping me company. I'm always alone at home, all lonely."
After hearing her say all this, Xiang Zhilan considered it for a moment and nodded.
Bo Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief; as long as they were willing to go back with them, that was good.
The journey took about an hour and a half, and we drove back to the military compound.
The Shen family's house is a small villa with red bricks and white tiles, with a slightly retro style. Although it is not as luxurious as Shen Muzhi's villa outside, it has a more homely feel.
Xiang Zhilan had been brought here once before by Shen Muzhi, so it wasn't unfamiliar to her.
"You must be tired too. I'll have the maid take you upstairs to rest for a bit. I'll call you for dinner later," Bo Qingyun said gently to Xiang Zhilan.
Xiang Zhilan nodded and followed the maid upstairs.
She was led to a room at the end of the second floor. She hadn't stayed overnight when she came before, only had a meal. This was her first time going upstairs, and she went in with some curiosity.
The room wasn't large, and the furnishings were simple, mainly black, white, and gray, with a rather unique gun model cabinet.
She frowned slightly. Why did this place look so much like where Shen Muzhi lived?
She turned around, intending to ask a question, but the maid had already left. She had no choice but to close the door and go inside.
Just as she suspected, this really was Shen Muzhi's room. There was a book on the table where the computer was placed, with Shen Muzhi's name signed on it.
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