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

When Xu Zhesheng staggered to the VIP ward of the obstetrics and gynecology department, Su Manman was sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly stretching according to the yoga tutorial on TV.

Her premature daughter spent most of her time in the incubator, while she enjoyed the peace and quiet, having the spacious ward all to herself and being well cared for.

Just a few days after giving birth, her figure had already recovered to most of its former state. Except for a few loose layers of soft flesh still hanging on her belly, she looked almost exactly the same as before from behind.

This is all thanks to her skill in using retreat as a means of advancement.

She would always cry in front of Xu Zhesheng, saying that her figure had changed and she was afraid that she would never get any more roles. Tears would fall like raindrops, but she would say, "It's okay, I don't care."

Xu Zhesheng softened and handed over his credit card, letting her use it as she pleased.

These past few days, the postpartum recovery treatments have involved top professors, and the money spent has been like water flowing out of the bank. Xu Zhesheng felt a pang of heartache looking at the bill, but then he thought, at least she gave birth to his child, which is better than Shen Zhiyi, who can't give him anything and even wants a share of the family property after the divorce.

"Ah Zhe?"

Hearing the noise, Su Manman stopped what she was doing and turned around.

Her long hair was casually tied back, revealing her beautifully shaped shoulders and neck, and a gentle smile graced her face.

She was already petite, and the tight-fitting yoga clothes made her look even more slender, giving her a pitiful appearance.

"You're back? Are you feeling better? I just booked a yoga class with my teacher, could you wait for me a bit?"

Xu Zhesheng stood at the door, looking at her like this, and a feeling of extreme estrangement suddenly welled up in his heart.

She expressed concern for him verbally, but her gaze didn't linger on his face for even a second longer.

If he hadn't seen the report with his own eyes, he probably would have thought she was just focused on the lesson and hadn't noticed him.

But now, he only felt that gentle smile was like a carefully painted mask.

The light in his eyes dimmed, but inexplicably he didn't lash out.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to see just how far this woman could go in her act.

He sat down on the sofa, his voice as calm as if he were talking about the weather: "Okay, you go ahead and do your thing, no rush."

Su Manman nodded, turned back and continued to follow the video movements, her back straight and her breathing even, as if she were really just concentrating on the lesson.

Xu Zhesheng's gaze fell on her phone, which was on the bedside table.

It was a pink, domestically made mobile phone, lying there quietly with the screen facing up.

He stared at it for a few seconds, then suddenly remembered the cold conclusion on the paternity test report.

The child is not his.

So, who has Su Manman been in contact with over the past year?

He got up, walked over, and picked up the phone.

The screen is lit up, displaying a password prompt.

He held the phone, his fingertips tracing the cold screen a couple of times, a dark glint flashing in his eyes before quickly disappearing.

"What's your phone password?" he asked casually, tapping the screen lightly with his finger as if playing with an insignificant object.

Su Manman's yoga pose suddenly stopped.

She turned around, her smile still on her face, but Xu Zhesheng accurately captured the fleeting panic that crossed her eyes.

Although it only lasted half a second, she quickly regained her composure, but that one moment of crack was enough.

"Huh? What do you need my phone for?"

Instead of answering the password question, she asked a question in return, her tone carrying just the right amount of reproach.

Xu Zhesheng looked at her and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet carried an indescribable chill: "What? Is there a secret on your phone? You can't let me see it?"

Su Manman's smile froze for a moment, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes darting around quickly before blossoming into an even brighter smile: "How could that be? What secrets could I possibly have?"

She got out of bed, her bare feet stepping onto the carpet, and walked over to him with small, quick steps. She gently patted the back of his hand, her voice sweet and playful: "Looks like you're paying more and more attention to me lately. You even wanted to look at my phone! I'm so happy!"

As she spoke, she took the phone and quickly tapped six numbers on the screen.

With a "click," the phone unlocked.

She handed the phone back to him, her smile both open and innocent: "Look at it, look all you want."

Xu Zhesheng took the phone, and the moment his fingertips touched the screen, he felt that her fingers were slightly cold.

He lowered his eyes and began to browse through her chat history, call logs, and social media posts...

Su Manman had already turned around and walked back to the bedside, re-established her yoga pose, and followed the teacher in the video, breathing in and out with such precision that it was as if she were performing some kind of ritual.

She didn't look back the entire time.

She didn't peek at his expression, didn't ask him what he had seen, and didn't show the slightest bit of fear.

During the ten or so minutes that Su Manman was doing yoga, Xu Zhesheng went through her phone thoroughly.

The chat history is clean and the call logs are spotless.

The person she contacts most frequently is her agent. Their last conversation was two days ago, when they discussed scheduling her postpartum recovery.

Other social media apps are like they were just set up from the factory, with not a single extra push notification.

It's too clean.

It was so clean it looked like it had been cleaned beforehand.

Xu Zhesheng held his phone, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

He suddenly remembered that when he was discussing investment last year, an investor surnamed Zhao got drunk and proudly took out his phone to show off to them. That person's phone was the same brand as Su Manman's and had a hidden function that allowed him to set a backup password.

Entering different passwords leads to completely different system interfaces.

When the wife checks up on the other party, she sees a clean and safe system, but the real chat logs are hidden in another system.

At the time, he thought such people were disgusting, too lazy to even bother with superficial niceties.

But now that I think about it, Su Manman just happened to be using that brand of phone.

His fingers tightened, his knuckles turning white, and he opened her chat list again, asking casually, "Why aren't there any chat records between us?"

Su Manman continued her yoga poses for even half a second, her voice drifting over: "I'm afraid if I lose my phone, someone will find it and discover our relationship. I delete it every time I finish chatting with you; anyway, I remember all the important things."

She paused, a perfectly timed hint of grievance in her voice: "My reputation doesn't matter, I'm afraid of implicating you."

In the past, Hsu Che-sheng would probably have been fooled by these words.

She's always like that, every word she says is perfectly measured, neither humble nor overly enthusiastic, leaving no room for criticism.

But at this moment, the conclusion of that paternity test report was burning into his memory like a branding iron.

He stared at Su Manman's back, her calm and composed demeanor only making him more anxious.

This woman has an incredibly strong mental fortitude. Even if her phone might be hiding a deadly secret, she can continue doing her yoga without batting an eye.

Xu Zhesheng casually tossed his phone onto the table with a thud.

He leaned back on the sofa, his gaze falling on Su Manman's straight back, and suddenly smiled.

"Speaking of which," he said casually, as if discussing the weather, "I don't quite remember what happened that night. I was just thinking, how come Zhizhi has been with me for five years without any results, and you got pregnant in one night?"

Su Manman finally stopped moving.

Her back stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed. She turned her head, a perfectly timed gentle smile on her face: "Ah Zhe, what do you mean by that? You... don't believe me?"

Xu Zhesheng looked at her.

"I'll have the doctor do a paternity test," he said, his voice low but clear, "You won't have any objections, will you?"