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

As soon as Xu Zhesheng approached, Shen Zhiyi immediately noticed the sweet, cloying scent of his perfume.

That's something unique to Su Manman. As a rising star this year, a certain brand specially invited her to be their spokesperson and created a custom-made design for her.

The scent is like a blend of many floral fragrances such as rose, citrus, and camellia, with an exceptionally rich aroma that those who like it will find very appealing.

Unfortunately, Shen Zhiyi only found it extremely pungent.

Even though Xu Zhesheng had already washed up and his body was covered in the scent of fir trees from the shower gel, the faint scent of Su Manman could still be emanating from him.

Shen Zhiyi froze, almost jumping up instantly, and asked in a cold voice, "What are you doing here?"

The two had always slept in separate rooms. He had refused when Shen Zhiyi suggested they sleep together before, so why was he in her room now?

Xu Zhesheng's hand froze in mid-air as his arms went empty. A flash of displeasure crossed his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. He reached out and pulled Shen Zhiyi's hand to him, his eyes filled with pity as he noticed the wound on her wrist: "Does it still hurt?"

The sudden tenderness left Shen Zhiyi at a loss.

She tried to pull her hand back, but Xu Zhesheng seemed to have known she was going to do it. Although he didn't use as much force as he did at noon, he controlled his strength very well, leaving her no chance to break free.

Shen Zhiyi: "It doesn't hurt anymore. Mr. Lu's ointment works very well."

She wasn't intentionally trying to anger Xu Zhesheng. The things Lu Zichuan gave her were indeed good. In just a few hours, the purple marks on her wrist had faded considerably.

Xu Zhesheng glanced at her quickly, then took a tube of ointment from the bedside table, opened it, and gently applied it to Shen Zhiyi's wrist.

Shen Zhiyi glanced at it; the ointment was the kind commonly used in pharmacies for treating abrasions. It must have been bought by Xu Zhesheng when he passed by the pharmacy after get off work.

He had never cared about her wounds before.

Even when she went into the mountains to film with the crew, the road was slippery, and she helped the camera team carry the equipment. That equipment was really expensive, and if it was bumped or damaged, Xu Zhesheng would face huge compensation.

That was Hsu Che-sheng's first time directing, and the couple's life was far less affluent than it is now.

Therefore, Shen Zhiyi handled it very carefully.

However, a colleague next to her accidentally slipped, and she instinctively pulled her back.

She already had difficulty walking, and being pulled like this made her lose her footing. The machine in her hand was about to fall to the ground when, at the last second, she used her body to catch it.

She held the machine in her arms like a treasure, and it was undamaged, while she rolled down the mountain road, getting bruised and battered all over.

When the team found her, they saw that her clothes were torn in many places, and her arms and legs were covered in abrasions. She looked like a bloody mess and was extremely horrific.

But when Xu Zhesheng saw her, his first words were: "How could you be so careless? Is there something wrong with the machine?"

She was covered in injuries at the time, but he only cared about the machine.

Only after confirming that the machine was undamaged did he have someone find some band-aids to put on Shen Zhiyi.

Shen Zhiyi wasn't being dramatic. Most of her injuries were just abrasions, which would heal in a few days, and she then went back to work.

Today, even though Lu Zichuan's original intention was to anger Xu Zhesheng, she also realized for the first time that someone could hand her ointment and tell her how to use it after discovering that she was injured.

Therefore, when she saw Xu Zhesheng's belated visit to comfort her, she felt no gratitude whatsoever, but rather only annoyance.

She was exhausted after a long day, both physically and mentally, and all she wanted to do was rest.

She pulled her hand away slightly: "My hand doesn't hurt anymore, I don't need to apply any medicine."

"I'm tired, you should go and rest."

Silently issuing an order to leave.

Xu Zhesheng's hand, which was applying ointment, paused in mid-air for a few seconds before he looked up at Shen Zhiyi: "What? My ointment isn't as good as President Lu's, and it doesn't meet your standards?"

His tone was laced with contempt and self-deprecation.

Shen Zhiyi: ?

Is there something wrong with this person?

She always knew that Xu Zhesheng and Lu Zichuan didn't get along, but was it really necessary to compare even something as simple as an ointment?

"You're overthinking it. I just think that since it's already healed, there's no need to apply it anymore."

She couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

Xu Zhesheng stared at her intently, as if scrutinizing her or making a decision.

After a long while, he finally put down the ointment in his hand.

Shen Zhiyi thought the matter was finally over, and she lifted the covers to get into bed to rest, but the next second she suddenly jumped up.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, and almost instinctively reached out to cling to Xu Zhesheng's neck.

Xu Zhesheng's low laughter reached my ears, carrying a hint of mischievous triumph.

"What are you doing! Let go of me!"

Shen Zhiyi was held tightly in Xu Zhesheng's arms. The man's body was much hotter than hers, and the smell on him was really nauseating. She struggled to push him away with her hands and feet.

However, how could a woman's strength possibly compare to a man's?

Xu Zhesheng was determined not to let go, and even if she used all her strength, she couldn't break free even a fraction of an inch.

"Zhizhi, don't move."

Xu Zhesheng spoke softly in her ear in a low, husky voice, while Shen Zhiyi felt the changes in the man's body beneath her.

In an instant, as if realizing something, her face turned red.

But it wasn't shyness, it was anger!

What does Xu Zhesheng really think of her?

Yesterday, he openly brought his pregnant mistress home, and during the day he was able to be all lovey-dovey with that woman in front of her and his colleagues. He even made himself work an extra four hours, which was supposed to end at ten o'clock, just to fix the blemishes on that woman's face!

And now, he can actually hold himself and think about such things!

How dare he!

For a moment, blood rushed to her chest, and Shen Zhiyi could barely speak.

But in Xu Zhesheng's eyes, her appearance was a completely different story.

Shen Zhiyi was already extremely beautiful; her alluring face was like a femme fatale, more beautiful than any female celebrity he had ever seen.

But her personality and her glamorous appearance are completely different. They have been married for so many years, and she blushes like this just from a hug.

Her fair face was like a ripe peach, and her almond-shaped eyes darted around, adding to her air of feigned reluctance.

Especially the small mole on her chin, which is perfectly positioned right in the center of her chin.

Why didn't I realize before... that it was so alluring?

Xu Zhesheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt his mouth and tongue go dry.

He squinted as he moved closer to her, gazing at her with deep, passionate eyes. One hand stroked the mole on her chin, while the other roamed over her body, his breath hot as if it could burn her.

"Zhizhi, it's been so long since we last met..."

I miss you so much.