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

He bit his lower lip so hard that his teeth almost dug into his flesh, leaving a deep tooth mark that oozed blood, but he was completely unaware of it.

He gripped the contract in his hand so tightly it was crumpled, his knuckles white. He looked up at Lu Zichuan, his eyes surging with deep hatred and jealousy.

On what grounds?

Why should he, after working hard for half his life, have 80% of his assets taken away in a divorce?

Why is it that while he's racking his brains trying to find a solution, this man can just casually pull out a contract and, if he nods, elevate him to the next social class?

The contract clearly states that Lu Zichuan will make up 50% of his property loss, so he did indeed lose 30%.

But what truly moved him was the second point.

Lu continued to invest in all of his future projects at a rate 10% higher than the market price.

What does this mean?

This means that as long as he continues to work in this industry, Lu Zichuan will always give him that extra 10%.

Xu Zhesheng is only 28 years old this year, and he has already won the Golden Duck Award for Best New Director. Many great directors only make it in their forties or fifties, but he believes that his talent and ambition are above ordinary people, and his future is limitless.

That 30% loss will eventually be earned back many times over in other ways.

As long as he signs this contract.

As long as he agrees to Lu Zichuan's conditions.

But.....

Xu Zhesheng's hand trembled slightly as he gripped the contract, a surge of jealousy rising from his very bones making him shudder.

He now knows the truth: the one who couldn't have children was never Shen Zhiyi, but himself. For the past five years, she had shouldered all the pressure to have children for him, kept it a secret from everyone, and suffered so much injustice, yet she had never complained to him.

Those memories he had deliberately buried deep inside surged up like a tide, slowly replaying in his mind frame by frame.

He always thought his first meeting with Shen Zhiyi was in the cafeteria. Actually, it wasn't.

As soon as she entered University A, she was rumored to be a once-in-a-century campus beauty.

He wasn't interested in these things at the time, but his roommates kept talking about them.

One day, a classmate somehow found out that Shen Zhiyi would pass by the South Gate Bridge after class.

So the group of them went to the bridge to wait for their prey, and stood there under the scorching sun for the entire afternoon.

Xu Zhesheng wanted to leave several times, but his friends held him back tightly.

As he waited longer, he grew curious and wanted to see what the rumored school beauty actually looked like.

She's just a film editing student, not an acting major. How could she be prettier than those stunning beauties who dress up every day?

Just when they were about to give up, she arrived.

She had long black hair, wore a white dress, carried a light blue backpack, and held several books in her arms as she slowly walked towards us from a distance.

Unlike the girls in the performing arts department who had elaborate makeup and fashionable clothes, her face was clean and without any makeup, yet her face was clear and bright like a landscape painting, so clean that it was hard to look away.

Perhaps she was too beautiful, for even the setting sun seemed to favor her. The golden afterglow bathed her, as if gilding her with a soft light. A gentle evening breeze stirred, ruffling a few strands of her hair; she casually tossed them behind her ear…

At that moment, Xu Zhesheng heard his own heartbeat.

Later, during a chance encounter in the cafeteria, she appeared before him with a smile in her eyes, looking as beautiful as a fairy descending from heaven.

But he knew in his heart that he was not good enough for her.

Although she wasn't from a wealthy family, she came from a scholarly background and had never lacked for anything since childhood.

And what about him? He wore clothes that were patched and mended since he was a child, and he could wear the same clothes for three years and then another three years.

If it weren't for the school recognizing his good grades and the entire village pooling their money to send him off, he might never have left that small village in his entire life.

He carried the hopes of the entire village, and he had to be extremely careful with every penny he had. How could he possibly use it for dating?

Outsiders say he's aloof and can even reject the school beauty's advances.

But only he knew that it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he didn't dare to.

He was afraid he couldn't give her a good life, afraid she would suffer with him, and afraid his pitiful self-esteem would be shattered into nothingness in front of her.

He enjoyed her closeness, yet a deep-seated inferiority complex welled up within him. He could only maintain his cold demeanor, pretending that he had no interest in her whatsoever.

But she was too stubborn.

No matter how indifferent or how much he rejected her, she always managed to appear on his usual route. Her attitude wasn't particularly enthusiastic, but she had an aura about her, and whenever she appeared, she would inevitably be surrounded by onlookers.

The college even started a betting pool, betting on when Shen Zhiyi would be able to win over Xu Zhesheng.

It was as if Xu Zhesheng was destined to be won over by her.

The more this happened, the more indifferent he became to her.

Even though he sometimes thought her smile was beautiful and his heart would race uncontrollably, he never thought about being with her.

He had a scale in his heart, believing that his future was limitless, and that even if he missed her, he would have better options in the future.

But she didn't care about his cold face or the opinions of others, and stubbornly walked into his life step by step.

Memories flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and Xu Zhesheng's eyes reddened without him realizing it.

He held the contract tightly, his fingers trembling slightly, and felt as if something had clenched his heart.

Especially now that he knows the truth, he is even less willing to separate from her.

He'd seen too much in this circle, and the higher he climbed, the fewer genuinely pure people he found. Nine out of ten women who got close to him had ulterior motives, just like Su Manman.

He loathed this relationship, loathed the feeling of being schemed against and used.

He could not find another person who would treat him like this, except for Shen Zhiyi.

"Director Xu, with such excellent conditions, is there any need to hesitate?"

Assistant Wang's voice pulled him back to reality. He took a black pen from his chest pocket, smiled, and handed it to Xu Zhesheng. The smile was gentle and polite, yet it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

"If there are no objections, then sign it. Otherwise, you won't be able to keep Miss Shen, and you won't be able to keep the money either."

Xu Zhesheng's reverie was interrupted, and he snapped back to reality. He looked at Assistant Wang's harmless smile, but felt as if every pore of the other man was mocking him.

Not to mention Lu Zichuan, who remained seated with his legs crossed, looking completely at ease, as if he wasn't worried at all that he would refuse.

That certainty was more suffocating than any threat.

Xu Zhesheng's eyes were red-rimmed, his lips pursed, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "What if I don't agree?"

He raised his head, looking directly into Lu Zichuan's unfathomable eyes, and said, word by word:

"I will not divorce Shen Zhiyi. In the future, I will make it up to her even more."