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

Shen Zhiyi had just experienced such a thing last night, so this morning she unusually didn't get up early to make breakfast.

She didn't have much of an appetite to begin with, thinking she would just grab a bite at the cafeteria at noon, but unexpectedly Lu Zichuan had someone deliver hot porridge and ointment to her workstation.

She picked up the porcelain spoon, scooped up a small mouthful of yam and lily porridge, and put it in her mouth.

The rice, cooked until mushy and infused with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus, glided comfortably down my esophagus, instantly stimulating my previously sluggish appetite.

She sat quietly in the rest area, slowly finishing her meal in the morning light, before taking out her phone and carefully sending a message to Lu Zichuan: "Mr. Lu, I received the medicine and breakfast. Thank you."

The message was sent out, but it disappeared without a trace.

He must be busy with work.

Shen Zhiyi didn't care. She put away her phone, carefully covered the thermos, and returned to the editing table.

The waveform on the screen filled her field of vision, and she quickly became immersed in the rhythmic cutting.

During this time, Yang Chun'er came over to try and strike up a conversation, but seeing her focused and indifferent expression, she wisely pursed her lips and slipped away.

After a busy day, Shen Zhiyi packed up her things and prepared to leave her post.

My phone suddenly vibrated, and the word "Father" on the screen jumped out at me.

Her fingertip hovered over the answer button for a long time, but she ultimately didn't press it.

The last time I met them, it ended badly, and I don't know why they called again this time.

Perhaps it was because he knew she had still divorced Xu Zhesheng, or perhaps it was for other reasons.

But Shen Zhiyi wasn't really keen on accepting.

The ringing stopped, and the other party didn't persist in dialing again. Shen Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief, wanting only to go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients and go home to cook a bowl of clear soup noodles to calm down.

But as soon as he stepped out of the building, his phone rang again, this time displaying "Brother Shen Haozhi".

Shen Zhiyi answered the call almost instantly.

Shen Haozhi, five years older than her, was the undisputed bright moon of the Shen family and even the entire teachers' compound.

He was gentle and refined, humble and polite, and his report card was always clean and neat. He was the ultimate model of "someone else's child" in the neighborhood.

When Shen Zhiyi was young, her parents were busy teaching, so her older brother would often carry her on his back or hold her hand, coaxing her to sleep amidst the piles of books in the teaching and research office, and accompanying her to count stars on the playground.

Her brother's broad and stable back was her most reliable support during her childhood.

That's why, when she first met Xu Zhesheng, she was captivated by his gentle and refined scholarly demeanor, which resembled that of her brother.

The belief ingrained in her from childhood told her that someone like her brother must have impeccable character.

Unfortunately, Xu Zhesheng has a gentle appearance, but he is selfish to the core.

"Hey, bro."

Shen Zhiyi answered the call and called out.

Shen Haozhi's voice came from the other end of the phone, still the same gentle tone I remembered, but a few degrees lower than usual, with a somewhat empty background.

"Zhizhi, have you eaten?"

Shen Zhiyi: "Not yet, just got off work. Brother, why are you calling suddenly? Aren't you in Country A...?"

"I'm back." Shen Haozhi interrupted her softly, his tone deliberately gentle and reassuring, but he couldn't hide the faint weariness in his voice at the end. "Last week, Mom's company organized a physical examination, and they found nodules in her lungs. The biopsy results showed adenocarcinoma, early stage. I'm back in China now, and I'm in the ward with her."

With a "boom," Shen Zhiyi's mind went completely blank.

The phone almost slipped from her palm; she hurriedly gripped it tightly, her knuckles turning bluish-white from the force.

"What?!" She opened her mouth in disbelief. She was perfectly fine when she met Xu Jing two weeks ago, and she could even reason with her about the benefits of continuing her marriage with Xu Zhesheng. How could she have cancer after only a week?

"Brother... are you... are you serious?"

Her voice was trembling uncontrollably, as if she was unwilling to accept this fact.

"It's true, but don't be afraid."

Shen Haozhi seemed afraid of startling her, so he spoke very slowly, each word clear and steady.

"It's carcinoma in situ, and it hasn't spread yet. We've had a consultation with specialists, and minimally invasive surgery is the best option. The prognosis is very good."

He paused, his voice softening, "It's just that she misses you a lot, Zhizhi. Could you... come see her?"

"I heard you two had a disagreement, and she seems to regret it."

Shen Haozhi's voice was as gentle as she remembered, and the image of her mother in Shen Zhiyi's heart grew larger as well.

She remembered when she had a fever as a child, her mother carried her on her back through the night to the hospital; she remembered the warm milk her mother would secretly place next to her desk every night before the college entrance examination; she remembered that her mother, though from a prestigious family, was willing to treat her like a precious jewel and never let her do any housework. Whether to outsiders or relatives, her mother always praised her and never spoke ill of her.

Actually, aside from their belief that once married, one cannot divorce, her mother was truly very good to her.

Tears fell unexpectedly, dripping onto the ground. Shen Zhiyi wiped her face, her voice hoarse: "I understand, I'll be right there."

Shen Zhiyi panicked and felt dizzy. She shoved her phone into her bag and rushed out.

My steps were unsteady and I staggered. My vision was blurred by tears and anxiety, and I had no time to see where I was going. My shoulder slammed hard against a soft wall.

"Ouch!" Yang Chun'er stumbled from the impact, clutching her shoulder and gasping for breath, her face contorted in pain. "Damn it, Shen Zhiyi! Are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated?!"

"I'm sorry..." Shen Zhiyi didn't even raise her head, her voice hoarse as if it had been sanded. She bowed hastily and then stumbled towards the elevator, her fingertips trembling as she repeatedly pressed the down button.

Just then, Assistant Wang's slender figure appeared at the door of the editing room. He tapped the door frame three times with his knuckles and said in a calm and even voice, "Ms. Shen, Mr. Lu would like to see you to discuss the latest developments in the film."

Yang Chun'er was already furious, but upon hearing the words "President Lu," her anger was instantly overwhelmed by an even stronger emotion.

She stood up, rubbing her shoulders, and immediately put on a carefully practiced sweet smile. She swayed her hips and leaned forward: "Assistant Wang, Shen Zhiyi just left, and she looked very flustered! But I'm on her team, and I'm quite familiar with Brother Zichuan. Why don't I go up and report? I know the details of the plan well, and I'll definitely relay it to her verbatim tomorrow!"

Assistant Wang knew about Yang Chun'er. In terms of social standing, she was a perfect match for their CEO, Mr. Lu. However, Mr. Lu didn't like her. Originally, they wanted to put Yang Chun'er in their secretarial assistant department, but Lu Zichuan flatly refused without any room for discussion. Later, Yang Chun'er thought that Lu Zichuan was a director and would definitely need editing, so she suggested that she come to the editing department.

Who knew that Lu Zichuan would communicate everything directly via video? She had been there for three months and hadn't seen Lu Zichuan even once. She had put in a lot of effort for this, and even Assistant Wang had to outwit her many times.

Assistant Wang maintained his professional smile, "No need, it's almost time to leave work, Ms. Yang, you should go home now."