Xiang Zhilan hadn't heard any of their previous arguments, but she heard this sentence clearly.
Xin Zikai is calling out to Ayan.
The woman quickened her pace, and Xin Zikai hurried after her.
The two disappeared in no time, and Xiang Zhilan withdrew her gaze.
He pondered the name Ayan for a moment.
Is it Ayan? Ayan? Or Ayan?
Xiang Zhilan suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked in the direction they had run off to, but there was no trace of them left.
Her heart suddenly pounded with unease. Ah Yan? Su Yan?
No way, there's no way such a coincidence could happen.
Su Yan died in a plane crash. More than a hundred people on that plane died, and the wreckage was never found. How could anyone have survived?
Xin Zikai's Mandarin is not standard, there may be some pronunciation problems, maybe he is calling out Ayan.
"Madam?" Ah Chao called softly.
Xiang Zhilan snapped out of her daze and said, "Let's drive."
Ah Chao started the car immediately, and Xiang Zhilan frowned as she looked out the window. For some reason, she had a bad feeling, perhaps because she was frightened by the appearance of the woman from earlier.
She closed her eyes, exhaled, and gently placed her hand on her stomach.
Suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Ah Chao, you've been following Shen Muzhi for over ten years, haven't you?"
“Yes, it’s been thirteen years,” Ah Chao replied earnestly.
"So you've met Su Yan too, right?" Xiang Zhilan asked directly, curiously, "How much does she resemble me?"
"This..." Ah Chao stammered, unsure whether to answer or not.
"Go ahead and say it. I'm not here to settle scores with your husband." Xiang Zhilan judged the similarities between Su Yan and Su Yan based solely on Su Yan's appearance. She didn't think they looked particularly alike. Su Yan must have had plastic surgery that wasn't done properly, or rather, her aura couldn't be replicated through plastic surgery.
"Madam, you should ask the master." Ah Chao glanced at Xiang Zhilan's face in the rearview mirror. At first glance, they did look quite alike, but after a while, you would realize that the difference was significant.
Hearing his hesitation, Xiang Zhilan already knew the answer. If they weren't that similar, he wouldn't have had to be so hesitant to speak. So, based on his reaction, she figured they were at least four or five points similar.
Feeling slightly uneasy, she rolled down the window to let in some fresh air. A conflicted thought crossed her mind: if he treated her like a substitute for Su Yan, then she would treat him like a substitute for a vibrator, and see who went further.
Around 5:30, Xiang Zhilan arrived home, putting all those messy, random thoughts behind her.
After dinner, Shen Muzhi accompanied her for a walk in the yard. She knew that the question she asked Achao today would soon reach his ears, so she didn't need to hide anything and said directly to him, "Actually, I heard what Xu Tingchuan said to you outside Sitian's ward that day."
After realizing what she was saying, Shen Muzhi stopped and began to explain.
"I know you don't see me as her right now." Xiang Zhilan waved her hand, indicating that she didn't need his explanation.
Shen Muzhi breathed a sigh of relief and took Xiang Zhilan's hand in his palm.
“But Shen Muzhi, there’s something I need to ask you.” Xiang Zhilan raised her eyes to look at him, and said very seriously, “If Su Yan hadn’t died and she had come back, what would you have done?”
Shen Muzhi was silent for a while, then shook his head and said honestly, "I can't answer questions about things that didn't happen."
Xiang Zhilan twitched the corner of his mouth. He was honest enough not to say a single comforting word.
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