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

Shen Zhiyi was busy editing when she heard this and was taken aback. She hadn't ordered any takeout...

However, she still got up to get it.

Upon opening the takeout box, I discovered a box of ointment inside.

Shen Zhiyi was even more puzzled. Just as she was about to ask, the deliveryman greeted her gently, saying, "President Lu said it was kind of you to accompany him. He specially arranged for the hospital to take you there. The treatment for abrasions is very effective. Please remember to apply it."

After saying that, he rode away from the film set on his electric scooter.

Shen Zhiyi took the ointment out of the bag and then discovered that there was a note attached inside with handwritten instructions on how to apply it: apply it to the wound twice a day and let it absorb naturally without rubbing it.

Looking at the elegant and unrestrained calligraphy, Shen Zhiyi seemed to see Lu Zichuan's face.

Something felt off about it.

She and Lu Zichuan had only met twice, and besides, he was busy with countless affairs every day, how could he do such a thing?

But the next second, she saw Xu Zhesheng walking towards her with a dark face.

Seeing the ointment on her hand, a dark glint flashed in his eyes. "Shen Zhiyi, you really have some tricks up your sleeve. You've only been shopping with President Lu for less than ten minutes, and he's already noticed the injury on your hand."

His expression was quite intriguing; Shen Zhiyi couldn't understand it and didn't want to guess.

But in that instant, she suddenly understood Lu Zichuan's intention in doing so.

He and Hsu Che-sheng have always been bitter rivals. They appear to be on good terms in public, but behind the scenes, there are long-standing undercurrents of conflict.

In addition, although Xu Zhesheng didn't care about her, in his heart she was still his possession.

Lu Zichuan's actions were nothing more than a slap in the face to Xu Zhesheng in front of him.

Making your arch-enemy suffer is as easy as writing a few words with a piece of ointment.

Shen Zhiyi chuckled; the rivalry between men was truly childish.

In the past, to avoid Xu Zhesheng misunderstanding, Shen Zhiyi would have thrown away the ointment in front of him.

But now, she simply rolled up her sleeves to reveal her purplish wrist, and then gently applied the ointment to it.

As soon as the ointment touched the wound, Shen Zhiyi felt a cool sensation travel from her wrist straight to her heart, and the burning sensation on her wrist disappeared instantly.

It has to be said that Lu Zichuan always manages to get things that others can't.

She was very satisfied.

After she finished applying the ointment, she slowly raised her eyes to look at Xu Zhesheng: "Director Xu is joking. President Lu is just being observant and considerate of his subordinates."

"It's just a small box of ointment, Director Xu, you don't need to worry about it."

She wanted to say that he couldn't compare to Su Manman's methods, but if she said that, it would make it seem like she still cared about his relationship with Su Manman.

After thinking about it, I swallowed back the words that were on the tip of my tongue.

Xu Zhesheng gave her a deep look before turning and leaving.

However, he later flew into a rage on set, criticizing the lighting for not being bright enough and complaining that the actors didn't understand their roles. Everyone on set was yelled at by him, which slowed down the filming schedule.

Colleagues complained, "What's wrong with Director Xu today? He's suddenly acting like a completely different person!"

"Of course! Nothing's right, nothing's right. He clearly nodded and agreed when we were making those adjustments!"

"Stop talking! Director Xu's gotten into some kind of trouble; he's even giving the dogs a hard time. Be careful he doesn't start yelling at people again!"

Shen Zhiyi sat in the editing room listening, but her heart remained completely unmoved.

She knew that Xu Zhesheng wasn't jealous of her at all; he just couldn't stand seeing her being outshone by Lu Zichuan.

She used to comfort her, but now she just wants to finish what she's doing and go home to rest.

......

The filming finally came to an end at 10 p.m.

Shen Zhiyi had almost finished her work, packed her things, and went out to hail a taxi.

At that moment, Xu Zhesheng's car stopped in front of her.

Then the passenger window slowly rolled down, revealing Su Manman's face.

She sat in the car, looking at Shen Zhiyi with a gentle smile:

"Sister Zhi, are you going home? But I just watched the edited video you gave me, and I think there are still some parts that can be modified. For example, my nasolabial folds are a bit deep, and the acne scars on my face aren't completely covered. Could you please work overtime tonight to revise it?"

"You know, girls love to look good, and besides, this is a movie, it's going to be shown on the big screen. If other people see it, they might say I'm not strict enough with myself..."

She went on and on, offering many suggestions for improvement, all concerning the flaws on her face. Shen Zhiyi couldn't help but say:

"Ms. Su, movies need a realistic effect. I have tried my best to cover up the flaws on your face. If we modify it like this, the result may not look like you at all."

She meant well with her advice, but Su Manman heard it as her mocking her looks, and a flash of resentment crossed her eyes.

Especially when she looked up and saw Shen Zhiyi's face, which was so perfect it looked like it was made by AI, the jealousy in her eyes almost overflowed.

Was Nuwa blind when she created humans? Why did Shen Zhiyi get everything?

She lowered her eyes, concealing the malice within them, and said in a low voice, "Sister Zhi, I'm only thinking about Director Xu's film. Even if we have a conflict, you shouldn't joke about the quality of a movie, right?"

Before Shen Zhiyi could speak, Xu Zhesheng, who was driving, gave her a cold look: "Go back and change it."

In film production, the director has veto power; if he is dissatisfied, others can only swallow their opinions, no matter how many they have.

Shen Zhiyi clenched her fist, took a deep breath, and said, "Okay, Director Xu."

The moment she finished speaking, Xu Zhesheng stepped on the gas and sped away from her, leaving only a barely visible taillight.

When she returned to the office, her colleagues had already packed up and left. Shen Zhiyi sat at her workstation, carefully modifying Su Manman's face.

The face was magnified again and again, so close that you could almost see the pores.

Having to patiently fix the person you hate most in the world to make her perfect is probably the most torturous thing in the world.

It wasn't until 2 a.m., when Su Manman had presumably gone to sleep and stopped sending her nitpicking messages, that Shen Zhiyi finally breathed a sigh of relief and was able to leave the office.

It was almost three o'clock when she took a taxi home. Shen Zhiyi was exhausted and her whole body ached. The wound from her recent surgery seemed to be complaining that she hadn't taken good care of her body and started to ache. She covered her stomach, washed up briefly, and prepared to go to sleep.

Who knew that Xu Zhesheng, who never entered her bedroom, was actually lying on her bed.

He had clearly slept, and still carried the familiar scent of fir trees after his shower, but that scent now only made her feel cold.

Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes, his gaze showing no trace of the dazedness of just waking up, but rather as if he had been waiting for her for a long time.

Seeing her come in, he pulled her into his arms, nuzzled her face affectionately, and spoke in a low, husky voice that sounded perfectly natural:

"Honey, you're back?"