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

He didn't utter a single dirty word throughout, but Su Manman and Xu Zhesheng clearly heard the undeniable pressure emanating from his words.

I'll apologize and let's leave it at that for tonight.

If she doesn't cooperate and is personally asked to leave by Lu Zichuan in front of all the directors, producers, and investors, then Su Manman's career in the industry will be completely over.

Lu Zichuan doesn't need to put any more pressure on anyone; the big shots present today will definitely not give her another shot in the future.

Moreover, Lu Zichuan had just tied Su Manman and Xu Zhesheng together in front of everyone; they were about to get their marriage certificate and were now one.

She was publicly expelled, and Xu Zhesheng's reputation was also shattered.

At that time, unless Hsu Che-sheng comes up with a work so amazing that people are willing to take the risk, these investors will only have one more layer of consideration for his next project.

As for the subsequent investment promised by Lu Zichuan, which was 10% higher than the market price, that's out of the question.

Xu Zhesheng stood behind her, knowing the score better than anyone else.

He has weighed the matter countless times at home these past two days.

He was unwilling to divorce Shen Zhiyi, and even less willing to marry Su Manman, but the reality was that he had no ability to compete with Lu Zichuan.

His current assets, reputation, and connections are as fragile as a piece of paper in front of Lu Zichuan.

He needs time.

First, agree to the contract terms, get the compensation promised by Lu Zichuan, and then further boost your capital and reputation.

Once he has accumulated enough leverage, once he has the confidence to challenge Lu Zichuan, then he will divorce Su Manman and win Shen Zhiyi back.

After all, he was her first love, the white moonlight in her heart that she could never erase.

He didn't believe she could truly have no feelings for him at all.

Time will help him; he just needs to get through this period.

He is now biding his time and enduring hardship.

But the premise is that we can't let that stupid woman, Su Manman, ruin our lives tonight.

Seeing that Su Manman was still stubbornly refusing to move, Xu Zhesheng's face darkened. He strode forward, seemingly affectionately put his right arm around her waist, and pulled her to his side.

The two were standing extremely close, and to onlookers it looked like he was trying to comfort them, but his lowered voice was full of coldness, and only the two of them could hear it:

"Apologize. Hurry up."

His fingers pressed slightly against her waist, almost digging into her flesh, and the sound was squeezed out between his teeth:

"You've caused me enough trouble. If this isn't resolved today, forget about getting a marriage certificate; I won't give you a single penny of your future resources, food, or clothing. Think it through."

Su Manman froze.

She stared at Xu Zhesheng, her lips trembling, her eyes churning with resentment, anger, grievance, and a hint of barely concealed fear.

She knew he wasn't joking.

If he really abandons her, she's a woman who just finished her postpartum period, raising a child whose father isn't even known, and she's nobody in this industry.

Su Manman's smile froze and froze again. Finally, like a crumpled piece of paper that was forcibly unfolded, she turned around and faced Shen Zhiyi.

Her fingers clenched so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, and she forced a smile that was more like a grimace:

"Miss Shen... I spoke without thinking just now and offended you. I apologize, I'm so sorry."

Then, Xu Zhesheng looked at Lu Zichuan and Shen Zhiyi and said, "I'm sorry, Manman was just discharged from the hospital recently and hasn't quite gotten back into her role at home yet. That's why she said and did things inappropriately and offended you both. I hope you two will be magnanimous and not take it to heart."

Shen Zhiyi pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

Lu Zichuan then raised his hand, indicating that the matter was over.

Director Zhang Tong understood and gave his wife a look.

Bai Jing immediately stepped forward, her tone gentle and courteous: "Miss Su, your clothes are wet. I happen to have a spare new cheongsam that's still unopened; the size should be about right. Would you mind if I took you to change?"

At this moment, Su Manman dared not put on airs anymore and quickly nodded, "Thank you, Sister Bai, thank you for your trouble."

As she followed Bai Jing away, her back was ramrod straight, but the suit jacket covering her body couldn't hide the large, dark stains on her dress, which only made her appear more humble.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the farce was brought to an end with just a few words from Lu Zichuan.

The crowd dispersed, and the banquet hall returned to its usual lively atmosphere, as if the scene had never happened.

Shen Zhiyi finally breathed a slight sigh of relief, turned to look at Lu Zichuan beside her, and spoke in a very soft voice:

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself and acted impulsively just now."

She didn't blame Su Manman for using foul language, nor did she complain that the other party provoked her first; she only said that she acted impulsively.

Lu Zichuan looked down at her.

Suddenly, he reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, which had been ruffled by the wind, behind her ear.

His fingers were warm, and when they brushed against her earlobe, Shen Zhiyi trembled involuntarily.

"You did a great job." He looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Shen Zhiyi looked up at him, puzzled.

A night breeze blew by, and the wine-red skirt swayed gently.

The banquet hall lights shone from behind her, outlining her soft features. Her features were delicate and her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings. The deep red velvet dress made her skin look as white as snow, and even the lines from her neck to her collarbone were so beautiful that they looked like they had been carefully sculpted.

Even though Lu Zichuan had seen countless beauties, a hint of amazement unconsciously flashed across his eyes at this moment.

His gaze softened, his voice low, enveloping her like a night breeze:

"If you're being bullied, you should fight back. Just swallowing your anger like you did before will only make them think you're easy to manipulate, and they'll become even more brazen."

He paused, his gaze calm and resolute:

"You're not just representing yourself now. Standing beside me means you represent a rising star. When it's time to stand up for yourself, you need to show your strength and presence."

Moonlight streamed in through the arched windows of the manor. Lu Zichuan was backlit, his features hidden in the shadows, but his eyes shone brightly, like the only star in the night that refused to go out.

He used the gentlest tone, yet the firmness in his words flowed like a warm current, steadily seeping into Shen Zhiyi's heart.

Shen Zhiyi smiled.

Those almond-shaped eyes curved into beautiful crescents, their depths sparkling as if filled with scattered stars.

She nodded emphatically, her voice light and earnest:

"Okay. As long as you're not afraid of causing me trouble."

Lu Zichuan raised an eyebrow, the curve of his lips deepening, his tone carrying an undeniable certainty:

"Don't worry. There's no problem in this world that I, Lu Zichuan, can't solve."

Like a king's pronouncement, it was domineering and impeccable.

Their eyes met, and they both laughed.

At this moment, the banquet reached its climax, and melodious piano music came from the center of the banquet. Many people held hands and went forward to dance.

Lu Zichuan turned around, extending a hand to Shen Zhiyi. His slender fingers hovered in mid-air, palm facing upwards, the gesture as elegant as some ancient invitation. His voice carried a hint of seduction: "Miss Shen, would you be interested in dancing with me?"

Shen Zhiyi stared at the hand, momentarily stunned.

Because of her good looks, her roommate forced her to participate in the college's ballroom dance competition during college.

However, she was born with poor coordination, and after rehearsing for a whole month, she only received a consolation prize.

From then on, she realized her weakness: she was really not good at dancing.

She should have shaken her head and refused.

But at this moment, when she met Lu Zichuan's eyes, a strange sense of peace welled up in her heart.

It's as if no matter how she jumps, this person will catch her steadily.

As if guided by some unseen force, she placed her hand in his palm.

The moment their fingertips touched, Lu Zichuan's hands slightly closed, completely enveloping hers.

His palms were warm and dry, and the pressure was just right, making her feel at ease.

"Okay." She smiled slightly.