After returning to her apartment on Xinfeng Road, Xiang Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had survived a disaster.
She had already thought it through; she had been too hasty. Divorce is rarely a quick and decisive matter; it always involves a gradual process.
Given Shen Muzhi's possessive personality, perhaps he felt that what originally belonged to him was suddenly gone, which made it difficult for him to accept and led to his obsession.
Therefore, Bo Qingyun's suggestion at the time was not without merit. Separate for now; as long as people aren't together every day, things will gradually fade. Shen Muzhi's feelings for her might be forgotten in a few months, making divorce a natural outcome, and they wouldn't have to torture each other so much.
Come to think of it, she always felt that after meeting Shen Muzhi, her life was a series of tragedies. But thinking about it carefully, Shen Muzhi was no different.
Since meeting her, he has always been covered in wounds. She punched him, stabbed him, and he escaped death in Syria. Now he has new wounds on his body.
They were each other's nemesis, sent by heaven to torment one another.
"Sigh." Xiang Zhilan sighed and got up to change the bed.
The doorbell suddenly rang. She looked through the peephole and saw that it was Afang and Achao. She then opened the door.
Ah Chao dragged in two huge suitcases, while Ah Fang carried fresh ingredients and smiled at Xiang Zhilan, saying, "Sir asked us to bring your luggage over and specifically instructed me to help you tidy up the house."
Xiang Zhilan was pleasantly surprised that Shen Muzhi had actually brought her luggage over. It seemed that her idea of separating was correct. By first easing the conflict and then cooling off the relationship, divorce would be just around the corner.
"Then help me take the suitcase upstairs." Xiang Zhilan pointed upstairs. The apartment she bought was a duplex. Although it wasn't very big, it was more than enough for her by herself.
Upstairs is her master bedroom, an open-plan design, while downstairs there is a secondary bedroom and a study, though she had long ago converted the study into a darkroom.
She designed the entire house according to her own ideas, so she felt particularly comfortable staying there.
With the help of the two people, it was quickly tidied up.
Xiang Zhilan wanted them to stay for dinner, but they said they had to leave first, so she couldn't insist.
After seeing them to the door, I turned around and went back into my room. I picked up Big White from the sofa and comfortably turned on the TV.
After watching for a short while, I heard a clanging sound from the residents across the street.
They're probably new here.
She didn't pay any attention and continued watching TV.
After about an hour, the other side quieted down.
Xiang Zhilan checked the alarm clock and realized it was almost time to make dinner, so she got up and went to the kitchen. She took out the ingredients that Afang had brought from the refrigerator and started cooking.
However, she forgot that she hadn't cooked in the kitchen since she got pregnant, and didn't realize how sensitive she was to the smell of cooking oil. She covered her mouth and felt nauseous after just a quick stir.
Just as she turned off the gas and the range hood, preparing to order takeout, the doorbell rang.
As she untied her apron, she opened the door, only to find Shen Muzhi standing there.
She frowned and was about to slam the door shut.
Shen Muzhi stopped him in time, pushed the door open and went in, saying calmly, "A new neighbor coming to say hello, is it really necessary to be so unwelcoming?"
"What new neighbor?" Xiang Zhilan's eyes widened as he pointed to the opposite side of the street outside the door.
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