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

After taking a shower, Shen Zhiyi looked at the burgundy dress she had changed out of and was at a loss.

This dress is quite expensive, and the fabric is delicate, so it definitely can't be machine washed casually. I need to find some time to take it to the boutique for professional care.

She carefully hung up the dress, then glanced at the pink diamond necklace, which also needed to be properly stored away.

I had just lain down in bed when my phone vibrated.

She picked it up and looked at it; it was a message from Lu Zichuan:

"What are your plans for tomorrow?"

Shen Zhiyi tapped the screen lightly and replied quickly: "I need to go to the hospital this morning and to the mall this afternoon."

The reply came almost instantly: "Is your schedule that packed?"

Shen Zhiyi leaned against the headboard, staring at the screen in a daze.

Unsure what he meant by asking that, she hesitated for a moment before typing, "Is there something you need?"

The dialog box displayed "The other party is typing," and she waited for a while, but no new messages popped up.

Shen Zhiyi pursed her lips, wondering if her tone had been too harsh, and added, "By the way, thank you for speaking up for Tan Gui. She's been busy all week, and she can finally get some rest."

But after waiting for another two minutes, it was still quiet on the other end.

Shen Zhiyi stared at the screen for a while, then finally put her phone face down on the bedside table, pulled the covers over herself, and closed her eyes.

……

The next morning, Shen Zhiyi went to the vegetable market first.

I picked out a fresh crucian carp and bought a piece of soft tofu. When I got home, I made a pot of crucian carp and tofu soup for Xu Jing.

Although the hospital provides special nutritional meals, she always felt that she should supplement her diet as much as possible.

Xu Jing had just finished her first round of chemotherapy and had a severe reaction. She vomited so much that she looked completely different and lost a lot of weight in just a few days. Shen Zhiyi felt sorry for her.

She poured half of the soup into a thermos, and left the other half in the pot for Tan Gui, who was still asleep, with a note reminding her to eat it when she woke up.

Then, carrying a thermos in one hand and a neatly folded evening gown in a dust bag in the other, she went out.

"bite"

The elevator doors slowly opened.

Shen Zhiyi looked up and stopped in her tracks.

Inside the elevator, Lu Zichuan stood there, dressed in a light pink shirt and white trousers.

The shirt sleeves were casually rolled up to the forearms, revealing clean-lined wrists.

His light-colored outfit, which was rarely seen on him, made him look refreshing and bright, like a completely different person. Shen Zhiyi almost didn't recognize him.

Lu Zichuan spoke first, his voice tinged with amusement: "What a coincidence."

Shen Zhiyi snapped out of her reverie and quickly replied, "Mr. Lu, you're going out too?"

Upon hearing this form of address, a barely perceptible hint of displeasure flashed in Lu Zichuan's eyes.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at her: "Have you forgotten something?"

Shen Zhiyi was taken aback: "Huh? What?"

"Our relationship." Seeing her blank expression, Lu Zichuan bluntly stated, "You don't think you can disregard the contract just because you agreed to it, do you?"

Shen Zhiyi blinked, looking even more confused.

Looking at her dazed expression, Lu Zichuan sighed helplessly and reached out to ruffle her hair.

His hands were large, easily covering the top of her head with one hand, the touch gentle, carrying his pleasant sandalwood scent, which gave her a sense of peace.

"Didn't you already agree to be my girlfriend? Why are you still addressing me so formally?"

Shen Zhiyi's face flushed slightly from his rubbing, and she stammered, shrinking back slightly: "N-it's not fake, is it?"

"It's fake internally, but real to outsiders." Lu Zichuan withdrew his hand, his gaze falling on her reddened earlobes, his tone matter-of-fact, "If you don't get used to changing how you address me beforehand, what if you give yourself away later?"

Shen Zhiyi thought about it and felt that what he said seemed to make sense.

She hesitated, biting her lower lip. "Then... what should I call you?"

Looking at her nervous yet earnest expression, Lu Zichuan's lips curved into a smile, and the joy in his eyes rippled like spring water.

"Just call me Achuan. Or..."

He paused, lowered his voice, and gave it a slightly seductive tone:

"You can order something else if you like."

Shen Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat again.

The elevator doors opened again with a "ding," and we arrived at the basement level.

Shen Zhiyi then realized that she had been so focused on talking to Lu Zichuan that she had forgotten to press the floor button.

She quickly stepped aside, nodded, and unconsciously softened her voice:

"Okay, Ah...Achuan..."

When she uttered those two words, her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

I always felt that these two words were too intimate, like a thin thread that gently tugged at the tip of my heart.

It was completely different from before when she could call Xu Zhesheng "Ah Zhe" so casually. Back then, she felt it was only natural, but now, when she was with Lu Zichuan, it felt like she had crossed some invisible boundary.

She comforted herself, thinking that it was probably because Lu Zichuan's status was too high. She was used to calling him "President Lu" and it was inevitable that she would feel a little uncomfortable to be on equal footing with him for a while.

"Um, you can go down first, I need to go outside to get a taxi." Shen Zhiyi, holding the thermos, took half a step back.

Lu Zichuan simply reached out and took the thermos and the dust bag containing the dress from her hands, his movements as natural as if he'd done it countless times. He tilted his head at her, his tone carrying a hint of matter-of-fact:

"Since they're boyfriend and girlfriend, isn't it only natural for the boyfriend to take his girlfriend to the hospital?"

Seeing that he really wanted to give it to her, Shen Zhi quickly waved her hand and declined, saying, "No need, no need. You're so busy, don't keep bothering you because of my business."

Especially yesterday, Assistant Wang said that Lu Zichuan had been working non-stop all week.

She had personally witnessed Tan Gui's condition; she was so exhausted every day that she would fall asleep the moment she hit the bed, and then get up like a zombie the next day to go to work. She was practically risking her life.

Tan Gui's position is nothing compared to Lu Zichuan's. Lu Zichuan will only be busier and more tired than her, so how could she possibly cause him any more trouble?

However, the smile on Lu Zichuan's face vanished instantly.

"Um?"

He raised an eyebrow slightly, without saying anything more, but the pressure contained in that one word made Shen Zhiyi's heart tighten for no reason.

Those extremely pale eyes looked at her, as if silently accusing her: "We just agreed to be boyfriend and girlfriend, and now you're being so formal with me?"

Shen Zhiyi swallowed hard and explained softly, "After all, it's just the two of us here..."

The implication is that this is private time, and there's no need to act.

Lu Zichuan tightened his grip on the things he was carrying, and sighed silently to himself.

The road to winning back his wife is indeed long and arduous...

He pursed his lips, his tone softening slightly: "Don't worry, I didn't come just to take you. I'm going to the hospital too."

Shen Zhiyi was taken aback and looked up curiously: "Why did you go to the hospital? Are you sick?"

Seeing her nervous expression, Lu Zichuan's earlier frustration vanished instantly.

He shook his head, a hint of helpless amusement in his voice:

"You forgot? The Lu family also has shares in the hospital. My brother is too busy managing the Lu Group alone, so he asked me to check on the situation there."

Meanwhile, far away at the Lu family's old residence.

Lu Ziyang was holding his youngest daughter, Lu Han, in the garden, basking in the sun, when he suddenly sneezed.

Bai Qinghua, who was standing nearby, turned her head and asked softly, "What's wrong? Have you caught a cold?"

Lu Ziyang rubbed his nose, looking completely bewildered: "No, I've always been in very good health."

Little Lu Han in his arms raised his head, his dark eyes curving into crescents as he smiled at his father:

"Uncle must be talking badly about Dad again~"

Bai Qinghua chuckled upon hearing this and gently patted his daughter's head: "Don't talk nonsense."

But in his heart he thought to himself, "That brat is probably up to something again."