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

Shen Zhiyi looked at the ceiling in despair, the incandescent light stinging her eyes.

What he meant by "cooperating well" was nothing more than how, over the years, she had carefully read his moods, feigning compliance when she was physically and mentally exhausted, exchanging near-humble obedience for a moment of peace...

That was indeed a very good collaboration.

He only needed to enjoy himself from a superior position, never caring whether she was truly happy, and even misinterpreting her tense silence due to pain as tacit submission.

She used to love him, so she could tolerate these things, but now she has no feelings for him anymore, and she can't pretend even if she wants to.

At this moment, the heat emanating from his body was like a red-hot iron, almost scalding her cold skin.

The wind blowing in from the window carried a biting chill, and the contrast between the cold and the heat made her tremble uncontrollably, as if she were being torn apart alive.

Xu Zhesheng's actions became increasingly intimate, carrying a kind of brutal declaration of ownership.

Shen Zhiyi felt her stomach churning, and a suffocating sensation gripped her throat.

His already scantily clad clothes were torn even wider, the cold wind sending shivers down his spine, but it did nothing to cool the terrifying excitement in his eyes.

He looked down at her as if admiring a collectible about to be completely shattered. He felt pity and heartache for the tears rolling down her face, but he had no intention of stopping.

He propped himself up on one hand beside her ear, while the other hand slowly and methodically unbuckled his belt, the clanging of the metal buckles particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

Those eyes, burning red with desire, were fixed on her desperate appearance, as if she had finally regained some kind of morbid sense of control.

Then, he slowly leaned down, his passionate breath spraying over Shen Zhiyi's body. His large hands roamed over her smooth skin, gently caressing her inch by inch, feeling the trembling beneath her skin, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Zhizhi, look, your body still feels me."

He called her name affectionately, as if they were the closest people in the world.

However, he never expected that as he bent down, the milky smell mixed with Su Manman's scent directly crushed the last straw in Shen Zhiyi's heart.

"vomit!"

Shen Zhiyi could no longer hold back; a violent feeling of nausea broke through the blockage in her throat, and filth sprayed out, some of it even getting onto Xu Zhesheng's outstretched arm and his expensive shirt.

Time seemed to stand still.

Xu Zhesheng's movements suddenly froze, and the twisted excitement on his face instantly solidified.

He looked down at his disheveled sleeves, then at Shen Zhiyi's deathly pale face, and froze for a moment.

"Are you that disgusting to me?"

He seemed to be asking her, or perhaps himself, a hint of bewilderment mixed with helplessness in his usually deep eyes.

Shen Zhiyi didn't have time to reply to him. She reached out and held her neck, her stomach churning, and one dry heave after another echoed in the room.

The dim light shone on her, making her look disheveled and pitiful. However, when she looked at Xu Zhesheng, her eyes held a hint of disdain: "Xu Zhesheng, I'm disgusted by you. Look, I feel like throwing up whenever you come near me!"

This infuriated Xu Zhesheng, but he laughed in his anger. He gently touched her face and said in a soft, chilling tone, "It's okay. No matter what you do, I will forgive you, Zhizhi."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud crash came from behind him that shook the door frame.

"Bang!"

The heavy solid wood door was kicked open from the outside, the lock flew off and slammed onto the carpet with a dull thud.

Lu Zichuan stood at the door, the cold white light of the corridor behind him casting an extremely long shadow that almost covered the entire room.

He was still wearing the dark gray suit he wore during the day, the collar slightly open. His usually meticulously combed hair was ruffled by the wind. His eyes, which were usually devoid of emotion, were now as cold as ice, with an almost overflowing ferocity surging within them. When his gaze swept over Shen Zhiyi, who was lying beneath Xu Zhesheng with a pale face, his knuckles instantly turned white from clenching his fists.

"Lu Zichuan?" Xu Zhesheng was still in a daze, staring blankly at the person who broke down the door.

Lu Zichuan didn't say anything, but took long strides and strode to the bedside. He raised his hand and slapped Xu Zhesheng's wrist away hard. The force was so great that Xu Zhesheng groaned and fell backward, almost falling off the bed.

The next second, Lu Zichuan took off his suit jacket, his movements swift and decisive, and wrapped Shen Zhiyi, who was huddled in the corner of the bed with disheveled clothes, completely inside.

Just as Lu Zichuan wrapped his suit around her, the person in his arms suddenly trembled, as if she had been branded with a hot iron, and burst out with amazing strength to push him away.

Her pupils constricted, her breathing became rapid like a fish out of water, and she kept repeating the same phrase: "Don't touch me! Go away... don't touch me!"

Those usually calm and clear eyes were now filled with shattered fear, like a frightened bird driven to the brink of despair.

Lu Zichuan's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his heart feeling as if it had been squeezed hard by this silent resistance, causing a dull ache.

Just then, hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Tan Gui and Assistant Wang arrived one after the other.

Tan Gui leaned against the door frame, bent over and panting heavily, her hair sticking to her cheeks with sweat.

She received a location text message from Shen Zhiyi during the meeting, but did not receive a reply when it ended. Panicked, she sped over, running red lights, and happened to bump into Lu Zichuan's car rushing out before it had come to a complete stop downstairs.

She had only caught a fleeting glimpse of a tall, aloof figure at the time, and only now did she see the horrific scene inside the house.

Lu Zichuan stood frozen by the bed, holding Shen Zhiyi, who was wrapped in a suit and trembling like a leaf, her face as white as paper.

Xu Zhesheng lay sprawled on the ground, his clothes disheveled, his face flushed and bearing handprints.

Tan Gui's mind went blank for a moment. As a doctor for many years, she instantly pieced together the whole truth.

An unprecedented surge of rage rushed to the top of her head. Without thinking, she raised her hand, ripped off her high heels, and hurled them at Xu Zhesheng with all her might, the sound so shrill it almost tore the air apart.

"Xu Zhesheng! You beast! How dare you touch Zhizhi! I'll chop off your hand!"

The sharp heel of the high heel slammed into Xu Zhesheng's shoulder with a thud. He groaned in pain, raising his hand to block it, while simultaneously shouting, "Tan Gui, are you fucking crazy! I'm Shen Zhiyi's husband!"

Enraged, Tan Gui rushed forward and swung her sleeve, repeatedly slapping Xu Zhesheng while yelling, "Go to hell, husband! Why didn't you say you were her husband when you were cheating on her? Why didn't you say you were her husband when your mother was harassing her? Why didn't you say you were her husband when that bitch was pregnant with her bastard child?!"

"Xu Zhesheng, you're a complete and utter bastard! I'll beat you to death, you coward who only knows how to force yourself on Zhizhi!"