After Shen Muzhi walked out, the smile on her face immediately faded, and she gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of her mouth.
Did he really think she didn't know he was going to be with Su Yan? It was an astronomical book! That's how he and Su Yan used to express their feelings through books.
She said the books she read were bad for prenatal education, but does the child's father spending time with other women really help with prenatal education?
Xiang Zhilan suppressed the coldness in her eyes, took out her iPad and browsed the world map. Some illusions still needed to be created.
Although she had previously hinted that she might go to France, that wasn't enough. Shen Muzhi was too clever; she might soon realize that France was just a smokescreen.
She had set a password for the iPad, so it wasn't too difficult to unlock. If Shen Muzhi could unlock it, he would probably believe the browsing history.
So now she needs to create some browsing history, choosing relatively remote locations that are places she might go.
After creating the illusion, Xiang Zhilan put down her iPad and silently considered the flaws in her plan. There shouldn't be any major problems.
As long as the timing is right and the pregnancy is stable, she can leave.
Shen Muzhi probably hasn't been paying attention to her lately, so he might not notice it too soon.
He's currently focused entirely on Su Yan, so even if he finds out, he won't have the time or energy to do so. At most, he'll send his men to look for her.
Xiang Zhilan felt more and more confident that everything was going well, so she wanted to lie down and rest and go to sleep.
Just then, her phone rang. Xiang Zhilan saw it was an unfamiliar number and, not wanting to answer, hung up quietly.
A while later, the same number called again.
She frowned and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Miss Xiang." A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the line, speaking to her in a humble and respectful tone.
"I don't accept any sales pitches, and I don't want to buy insurance." Xiang Zhilan thought it was just another boring call and hung up after saying that.
She had just hung up when her phone rang again; it was the same number.
Xiang Zhilan said impatiently, "I said, uncle, I said I don't accept it..."
“Miss Xiang, I’m not here to sell anything,” the middle-aged man interrupted her, saying, “My master wishes to see you.”
"Patriarch? Are you filming a period drama?" Xiang Zhilan didn't take it seriously.
"It's about your background; there are some things I'd like to discuss with you," the middle-aged man said respectfully.
Xiang Zhilan frowned. She had been in a blank for over twenty years, and suddenly so many people knew about her background. This was enough.
"I'm not interested. All I know is that my surname is Xiang. It was Xiang in the past, it is Xiang now, and it will be Xiang in the future." Xiang Zhilan hung up the phone after saying that. She really had no interest in her background. Her parents had been good enough to her, and she didn't need so many relatives suddenly appearing.
Fearing the middle-aged man would continue calling, Xiang Zhilan turned off her phone.
The middle-aged man tried calling again but couldn't get through. He then looked at his elderly husband, shook his head, and said, "Miss Zhilan seems unwilling to talk more. She probably knows something."
The elderly man in the wheelchair had somewhat cloudy eyes, but his shrewdness was undiminished. His voice was deep and resonant: "Let someone keep an eye on him for now. I'm afraid he won't be able to come out to see us anytime soon."
"Yes, sir." The middle-aged man dialed another number.
He had just finished giving his instructions when he heard the old man cough. He immediately put away his phone, went around behind the old man, gently patted his back to help him catch his breath, and said in a gentle voice, "Sir, the climate in Yihai is not suitable for your health. Why don't you go back first? I'll handle Miss Zhilan's situation. I will definitely bring her back to you."
The old man stopped coughing, waved his hand, and said, "We'll talk about it later."
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