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

The previous threat was using Lu's legal department to intimidate him; this new threat is a direct attempt to end his career.

But unfortunately, every single one of his attacks hit Xu Zhesheng's weak points.

He once again deeply understood what capital truly meant.

The resentment I felt earlier deflated instantly, like a punctured balloon, and was replaced by a sense of powerlessness that seeped into my very bones.

Although he now enjoys the prestige of being a Golden Duck Award-winning director, he doesn't even have the right to say "no" in the face of real power.

Just like when casting roles, he still had to nod and smile even when he didn't think highly of those actors with connections.

A chilling despair filled my entire body.

His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched and unclenched, his knuckles turning pale from excessive force—a kind of defeat that even anger seemed pale in comparison.

In Zhang Feng's eyes, her son will always be the best.

Xu Zhesheng is the pride of the whole village. He is the first person to be admitted to university and his name can be seen on TV.

Even his wife, Shen Zhiyi, had a dowry car worth 300,000 yuan, which she would show off to everyone she met.

Now her son has even won the Golden Duck Award, which brought her and her husband to the city to enjoy a comfortable life. In front of relatives, she stands taller than anyone else.

So when she saw this excessively young and arrogant man belittling her precious son, her fierce protective instincts instantly overwhelmed her.

"Hey! You little brat! You look all grown up, but your heart is smaller than the eye of a pin!"

Zhang Feng suddenly leaped forward, her finger almost poking Lu Zichuan's nose, her voice shrill and piercing.

"Didn't your parents teach you to respect the elderly and care for the young? You think you're so great just because you have a little money? Let me tell you, our Ah Zhe is a Golden Duck Award winner! Do you know how hard it is to win that award? There are only a handful in the entire entertainment industry! The line of people who want to promote our Ah Zhe could circle Beijing three times! We don't need your collaboration! Go ahead and terminate the contract if you dare, let's see if you regret it later!"

She became increasingly agitated as she spoke, as if her outburst could reclaim the face she had just lost: "I'm not apologizing today! I want to see what you can do to me!"

Lu Zichuan leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance, his fingertips tapping lightly on the armrest as if listening to a tedious monologue.

Only when Zhang Feng paused to catch her breath did he slowly lift his eyelids, his voice not loud, but every word was like a knife:

"First, respecting the elderly and caring for the young must be based on the premise that the elderly are worthy of respect."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Feng's shrewish, cursing manner, his contempt undisguised.

"Secondly, it's an open secret in the industry that no one will touch the projects that General Star has terminated his contract with."

He finally turned his gaze to Xu Zhesheng, his eyes calm and expressionless, yet they sent a chill down Xu Zhesheng's spine.

"Director Xu is a smart man; he should be able to calculate this. Terminating the contract is a loss for you in one film; being blacklisted by me, Lu Zichuan, is the end of your entire career. You understand the pros and cons better than I do."

The last sentence, "You know better than I do," was light and airy, yet it felt like a final verdict.

Xu Zhesheng trembled all over, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, drawing blood without him even noticing.

He understood.

This is not a threat, it is a notification.

Lu Zichuan not only wants to ruin his movie, but also wants to use the Lu family's influence in the business world and even deeper levels to make him disappear from this circle completely.

Investors and producers would avoid the Lu family like the plague, so as not to offend them.

Zhang Feng was about to throw another tantrum when Xu Zhesheng suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her. He forced out two words through clenched teeth, his voice hoarse with a hint of impending collapse: "Mom! Shut up! Apologize!"

Zhang Feng was stunned, staring at her son in disbelief.

She was standing up for him! How could he yell at her like that?

"Ah Zhe! What are you afraid of him for! This is Beijing! There are plenty of powerful and influential people here! You think you have a lot of connections? Find someone else! We don't care..."

Zhang Feng was still making a last-ditch effort, but her voice had already weakened.

Xu Zhesheng smiled bitterly to himself. Fear? Not fear, but the fact that he was simply no match for them.

The number one in Beijing... At his age, with his aura and his ability to manipulate events at will, who can rival Lu Zichuan?

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with a deathly, resolute look.

He stopped looking at Lu Zichuan and Zhang Feng, and instead spoke to the void, heavily and deliberately, "I'll make you apologize."

It was a tragic act of burying one's self-respect with one's own hands.

Zhang Feng is stupid, but Xu Zhi is not.

He was already terrified and sweating profusely. Seeing that things were going badly, he quickly grabbed Zhang Feng, who was still struggling, and whispered a name in her ear in a trembling voice. It was a name that circulated among the top echelons of the powerful and wealthy in Beijing, a name that represented absolute power and taboo.

"...It's Lu Zichuan...the Lu family's...that Lu Zichuan..."

Zhang Feng's usually talkative mouth suddenly seemed to be sealed shut with glue.

Her already small eyes widened suddenly with extreme terror, almost bursting open.

His lips trembled, forming a huge "O" shape, but he couldn't utter a sound.

She stiffly and slowly turned her head to look at the young man who was still sitting leisurely in the chair.

Just moments ago I thought he was nothing more than a spoiled brat who bullied others, but now I feel a chill from the depths of my soul.

Her outstretched fingers froze in mid-air, trembling like leaves in the autumn wind; her lips moved, but only a few broken syllables escaped:

"This...this..."

"Lu...Lu..."

That face, which had been so arrogant just moments before, was now drained of color, as pale as paper.

Zhang Feng's mouth, which had just been covered in cheap lipstick and spitting everywhere, was now open in an extremely distorted position, as if someone had invisibly choked her throat.

The word "Lu...Lu..." lingered in his throat for a long time before finally turning into a very short, sharp gasp, like a rooster crowing as if its neck had been stepped on.

"thump."

Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Feng, who had just been acting like a shrew, suddenly buckled at the knees and knelt directly on the cold floor.

The finger she had been pointing at Lu Zichuan was now trembling like someone in the late stages of Parkinson's disease. Her fingertip trembled as it pointed at Lu Zichuan, then abruptly pulled back to point at Xu Zhi, finally digging into her thigh as if to confirm that she wasn't dreaming.

"The Lu... Lu family..."

She finally managed to squeeze out the complete address through gritted teeth, her voice shrill and distorted, tinged with a sob, completely devoid of the arrogant tone she had given just moments before when she had declared she didn't care.

Xu Zhi's face also turned green. Although he wasn't as exaggerated as Zhang Feng, he still hunched over, not daring to look at Lu Zichuan again. He just desperately grabbed Zhang Feng's arm, trying to drag her away from this suffocating embarrassment.

"Mom! What are you doing! Get up!"

Xu Zhesheng's heart sank to the bottom.

His worst fears came true.

His mother not only failed to salvage the situation, but also threw away the last shred of dignity.

He rushed over to help Zhang Feng, but she grabbed him tightly with astonishing force.