Shen Muzhi frowned slightly upon hearing A Yu's report.
As he suspected, the woman was not mute, and Xin Zikai met her after leaving the place.
The answer that had been lingering in his mind resurfaced, and he felt that the least likely one might actually be true.
She might be... she might be...
Shen Muzhi closed his eyes, his heart pounding wildly. The matter hadn't even been confirmed yet, and his heart was already in turmoil.
If it really is her, if...
Shen Mu gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles white, before he could suppress his trembling excitement.
"Hmm..."
A low, painful groan pulled him back to reality. He turned around and saw that Xiang Zhilan didn't seem to be sleeping very soundly.
He pursed his lips, walked into the room, sat at the foot of the bed, and massaged her calves. She had been having cramps for two nights in a row, and he wondered if he should call a nutritionist to help her tomorrow.
He pressed her legs for a while until her furrowed brows relaxed, then he put her legs down.
He sat at the foot of the bed, looking at her face, which was stunningly beautiful. Even though she was pregnant, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.
In terms of looks, she surpasses both Mu Qing and Su Yan. What kind of person is her father?
Shen Muzhi frowned, his eyes growing darker.
Actually, if he wanted to confirm his guess, he only needed to ask Xin Zikai.
All that Xin Zikai had said to him before was just a prelude; his purpose was simply to get him to find some clues so he could ask him.
But he found himself too afraid to ask, and even afraid to hear the answer.
He's doing well now, he has a wife, and he'll have children soon. He doesn't want to change anything.
Ha, Xin Zikai really threw a tricky problem at him.
If it really is...
Shen Muzhi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slowly exhaled.
After lying in bed, his insomnia flared up again, and he couldn't fall asleep no matter what he did.
Since their marriage, such moments have been rare. He lowered his head, resting it on Xiang Zhilan's shoulder, deeply inhaling her faint fragrance, and found himself unable to sleep all night.
At five o'clock the next day, he got out of bed and went straight to the training room on the third floor, where he threw heavy punches at the hanging sandbag.
After finishing his boxing practice, he lifted dumbbells and did push-ups...
Two whole hours were spent sweating profusely, and it felt like I still had so much energy left to burn. I wasn't tired enough to stop thinking about anything, so I kept going...
When Xiang Zhilan woke up, she subconsciously touched the bed, but she didn't feel anyone, and the bed was already cold.
She yawned, opened her eyes, went to wash up, and walked out of the bedroom to go downstairs for breakfast. She saw Butler Chen coming downstairs, looking anxious.
"Madam." Butler Chen saw Xiang Zhilan and rushed down as if she were his savior.
"What's wrong?" Xiang Zhilan withdrew her foot from the stairs and looked at him, asking.
"Sir has been in the training room upstairs since five in the morning." Butler Chen was old and woke up early. He saw that Shen Muzhi hadn't come out after going in. He had already tried to persuade him twice, but to no avail.
Just now, the husband had ordered him not to wake his wife, but now it's all up to him. His wife woke up on her own, so it doesn't count as him waking her up. Now, his wife has no choice but to go and persuade her.
"What are you doing in the training room so early in the morning?" Xiang Zhilan asked, taking out his phone to check. It was already eight o'clock. Had he been in there for three hours?
"In any case, Madam should go and see her first." Butler Chen looked worried. He hadn't seen Shen Muzhi like this in a long time, and he was worried that his insomnia had relapsed.
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