Five years without pregnancy means you're too weak; I remarried a powerful man and had triplets

Holding flowers, Shen Zhiyi stood at the door of her in-laws' house, looking at the harmonious family of four inside, before she belatedly realized that she had been cheated on.

Inside, the lights were on and laughter filled the air.

Xu Zhesheng sat at the head of the table, peeling shrimp for the woman next to him.

He worked with practiced ease, peeling one, dipping it in sauce, and feeding it to the woman.

The woman smiled, opened her mouth to eat, and then leaned her head on his shoulder.

The two were so intimate that they seemed like one. Shen Zhiyi had never seen such a gentle and focused expression on Xu Zhesheng's face in all the years she had been with him.

Shen Zhiyi glanced subconsciously at the bellflower in her hand. It was pure white and flawless, just like its flower language, inspiring longing, but also dazzlingly white.

She bought it when she was discharged from the hospital today. The doctor originally disagreed with her being discharged so soon, but she insisted on doing so, simply because today is Xu Zhesheng's birthday.

A week ago, she was working overtime on the film set editing when she vaguely felt a stomachache. However, Hsu Che-sheng told her that this scene was very important and would affect whether the movie could be released on time.

He said this film was crucial to his career transition, and his success or failure hinged on it.

He said, "Wife, you understand me best. Only you can save this project."

She believed it.

Therefore, the initial signs were ignored, and it was assumed that perhaps something had gone wrong.

Unexpectedly, the pain became increasingly severe, to the point that she could barely bear it and fainted on set. Her colleagues took her to the hospital, where they learned that she had an acute appendicitis attack and had even suffered a perforation!

At that time, a family member's signature was required, but Xu Zhesheng's phone could not be reached no matter what. In desperation, he asked a good friend to use a special channel.

In the following days, Xu Zhesheng did not make a single phone call.

He is reportedly busy discussing the latest film with investors.

Shen Zhiyi was afraid that he would be distracted by his work, so she never mentioned this to him. But today she was almost fully recovered, and since it was his birthday, she came back specially to give him a surprise.

But I never expected to see such a scene.

Laughter came from inside the door again.

Mother-in-law Zhang Feng carefully placed a bowl of chicken soup in front of Su Manman, her tone gentler than Shen Zhiyi had ever heard before:

"Manman, drink more soup to nourish yourself. You're not alone anymore, you can't let my precious grandson go hungry."

Father-in-law Xu Zhi nodded in agreement: "Yes, let's put the work aside if possible. If it really doesn't work, let Ah Zhe talk to the crew and tell them not to overwork themselves."

Su Manman touched her belly, smiling shyly yet proudly: "Thank you, Dad, thank you, Mom. Actually, I also want to rest more, but A-Zhe can't do without me in this film, and I can't bear to let him carry the burden alone."

"Besides, Zhe accompanied me to the hospital for the past three days, and the doctor said that my current workload will not affect the child."

Xu Zhesheng put his arm around her shoulder, his voice low and gentle: "Don't worry, I'm here."

Shen Zhiyi's fingers tightened suddenly, and the wrapping paper of the bouquet made a slight tearing sound.

"By the way, Ah Zhe,"

Father-in-law Xu Zhi put down his chopsticks, his tone as casual as if he were discussing tomorrow's weather, "Manman's due date isn't far off, when are you planning to tell Zhiyi?"

Shen Zhiyi's breathing stopped.

She heard Xu Zhesheng's voice, which was unusually calm: "Let's wait two more days. I'll talk to her after she finishes editing the film."

He paused, then added, "Now that she knows, it will affect the work schedule."

These words were like a knife, stabbing straight into Shen Zhiyi's chest.

It turned out to be the case.

Shen Zhiyi's nails dug fiercely into her palms. Even while she was hospitalized and receiving an IV drip, she was still preoccupied with the progress of his film and dared not slack off for even a moment. She worked like crazy for three days straight to catch up on the schedule, and thankfully, her physical condition did not delay the progress.

He didn't appear on set for three consecutive days, didn't offer a single greeting, accompanied other women to prenatal checkups, and his only concern for her was the progress of her work.

"Bang"

The bouquet slipped from her hands and fell to the ground, scattering white lisianthus petals everywhere.

The four people inside the door turned their heads at the same time.

The moment Xu Zhesheng saw her, a hint of panic flashed across his face, but he quickly suppressed it.

He stood up, looked at her pale face, and only asked:

"Is the movie finished editing?"

Shen Zhiyi looked at him and suddenly felt very unfamiliar.

She had known this man for ten years and had been married to him for five.

She gave up Hollywood offers for him, stayed with him from rented apartment to award stage, handled his daily chores, cleaned up his messes, and edited one award-winning film after another for him.

Everyone says that Director Xu is a promising young man, but no one remembers who edited those shots frame by frame.

She thought he was just cold-natured and incapable of expressing himself.

She thought that as long as she was good enough, worked hard enough, and loved him enough, he would eventually see it.

But now she understands.

It's not that he can't be warm; he just doesn't want to be.

He can peel shrimp for Su Manman, accompany Su Manman to prenatal checkups, and make Su Manman call his parents "Mom and Dad".

He just didn't want to give these things to her.

"Since you've seen it, that's fine too."

Xu Zhesheng's voice pulled her back to reality, "So I don't have to talk to you separately."

He took a step forward, instinctively standing in front of Su Manman, but he didn't dare to look at Shen Zhiyi at all.

"Manman is pregnant, and the child is mine. I plan to let her give birth to it."

He spoke calmly, as if stating an unalterable fact.

"But don't worry, she won't affect your position. Once she recovers, I'll send her abroad for further studies, and the child will be registered under our names. Everything will remain the same."

Everything remains the same.

Shen Zhiyi almost burst out laughing.

He wanted her to continue being Mrs. Xu, to continue editing videos for him, to continue playing the role of a virtuous daughter-in-law in front of his parents, and then watch his child with another woman call her "Mom."

He even felt it was a blessing.

"I know I owe you something."

Xu Zhesheng continued, his tone even carrying a hint of generosity, "I'll transfer that villa in Jiangnan under my name to yours, worth 500 million yuan, as compensation. If there's anything else you want, you can mention it."

He said this with a calm look in his eyes.

He genuinely believed that 500 million was enough to buy ten years of her youth and a lifetime of dignity.

Shen Zhiyi opened her mouth, as if to say something.

But she found that her throat felt like it was being choked, and she couldn't make a sound.

"Zhizhi, don't worry. Now that I've married you, I will definitely take responsibility for our family and will never do anything to let you down."

I still vividly remember the image of Xu Zhesheng kneeling solemnly before her with flowers in his hands on our wedding day five years ago.

Shen Zhiyi carefully compared Xu Zhesheng in her memories with him now, only to find that his appearance had not changed at all, but his heart had drifted further and further away from her.

She shifted her gaze to Su Manman's protruding belly, which indicated she was at least seven or eight months pregnant.

Seven or eight months.

She suddenly remembered that more than seven months ago, Xu Zhesheng said he was going to go out to collect folk songs, and he was gone for twenty days.

She would message him every day, but he would only reply every few days, saying the signal was bad.

Shen Zhiyi took a soft breath, her lower abdomen throbbing with pain, her voice sounding as if it had been smoked:

"I don't want a house..."

"I...I don't want to be with you anymore, let's get a divorce."