"Why don't we take you back? Old Shen and I can spend more time with the children," Bo Qingyun suggested, seeing that Zhi Lan was unwilling to stay any longer.
Finally, Xiang Zhilan accepted Bo Qingyun's suggestion and got into the military jeep.
The driver started the car and slowly drove out of the villa compound.
At this moment, Butler Chen was knocking on the door of Shen Muzhi's study, anxiously saying, "Sir, Madam and the children have all left."
After a while, when Butler Chen heard no response, he knocked again.
There was no further response, so he simply opened the door and went inside.
To their surprise, as soon as they opened the door, they saw Shen Muzhi, pale-faced, clutching his stomach with cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Butler Chen hurried over and realized that Shen Muzhi's stomach ailment had flared up and was quite serious, so he quickly dialed the family doctor's number.
Dr. Wang arrived half an hour later. He was familiar with Shen Muzhi's chronic illness, so he gave him an IV drip and prescribed some medicine.
"Mr. Shen, you have neurogenic stomach pain. You need to rest and control your emotions. Avoid extreme joy or sorrow," Dr. Wang advised. He added, "Otherwise, neurogenic stomach pain can lead to stomach ulcers, or even more serious stomach bleeding. Your stomach was already quite fragile before, and it has only gotten a little better after a year of recuperation. Don't let all your previous efforts go to waste."
"I understand." Shen Muzhi leaned against the headboard, his expression indifferent, as if he wasn't talking about himself.
Butler Chen saw Dr. Wang out, then brought up some porridge and side dishes, saying, "Sir, Madam is back now. You must take care of yourself. The two children are so lovely. You have a long time ahead of you, so don't rush things. Madam is kind-hearted. Yesterday she even asked me if Ah Chao was punished two years ago for not taking good care of her. She's so kind-hearted, she'll gradually realize how good you are to her."
"She's soft-hearted to everyone, but cold and hard to me." Shen Muzhi didn't have much of an appetite, but she listened to some of the advice and picked up a spoon to drink some porridge.
"Actually, doesn't this just show that she treats you differently?" Butler Chen said with a smile.
Shen Muzhi felt a little better and ate some more food.
At this time, Shen Guoliang and Bo Qingyun had already escorted Zhi Lan back to the residential area.
As the two children were about to get off the bus, Bo Qingyun reluctantly chased after them and said to Xiang Zhilan, "Lanlan, if you're ever busy, you can leave the children with me. I'm home every day."
Xiang Zhilan nodded, then told the two children to wave goodbye to their grandparents.
She was exhausted when she got home with her two kids, but the kids were in good spirits.
After a lot of washing and grooming, she coaxed the two children to bed and told them stories until almost nine o'clock. Finally, she managed to lull the two energetic children to sleep.
She had to get up herself, grab the computer, and select photos. The studio's decor had been chosen, and the owner's friend said the owner would cover that cost. Now she had to choose which photos to hang up.
Opening a studio will naturally limit her freedom; portrait photography will be a major source of profit for the studio in the future.
Fortunately, she had already made most of the plans before returning to China, and even the styling team had been preliminarily confirmed.
Now we need to select some of her representative works as our showcase, and we also need to find a headhunting firm to recruit elites.
Before she knew it, it was midnight. Although she was tired, she felt very fulfilled. She was getting closer and closer to her dream, and the next step was to hold a solo film exhibition.
Feeling satisfied, Xiang Zhilan put Shen Muzhi's anger out of her mind.
It wasn't until two days later that I realized something seemed wrong.
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