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

Upon receiving this answer, Shen Zhiyi finally felt completely relieved.

She was really afraid of delaying Lu Zichuan's work. He had already troubled her enough during this period, and if she delayed important matters again, she would feel really guilty.

"Oh, I see. Then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Her eyebrows curved into a smile, revealing a genuine smile that was as beautiful as the spring sun breaking through the clouds.

Seeing that she had finally stopped refusing him, Lu Zichuan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly: "Then let's go."

Seeing that he was still carrying her things, Shen Zhiyi quickly reached out to take them: "President Lu... um, no, Ah, Ah Chuan, I'll carry them myself. It won't be convenient for you to open the car door later."

She still stutters when she calls his name, each word seeming to be carefully squeezed out from her throat.

But her voice was soft and sweet, neither sharp nor shrill. When she called out "A-Chuan," the last syllable trembled slightly, like a soft, fluffy cotton candy, so sweet that it made you want to sink into it.

Lu Zichuan's heart softened upon hearing this, so he stopped being forceful and simply handed over the insulated container, saying, "Then we'll each take one."

Fearing he would say she was being too polite and not like a boyfriend and girlfriend, Shen Zhiyi had no choice but to obediently accept the thermos.

Lu Zichuan glanced down at the dust bag he was carrying and immediately recognized it as the burgundy evening gown she had worn the night before. It was now neatly folded and carefully placed in the bag.

He casually asked, "These clothes..."

"Oh, I'm going to take it to the dry cleaners and return it to you."

Shen Zhiyi quickly explained, her fingers unconsciously tightening their grip on the handle of the thermos, "The fabric is too delicate; I'm afraid I'll ruin it by washing it."

Lu Zichuan paused slightly and turned his head to look at her.

The lights from the underground parking garage fell on his profile, outlining his sharp jawline.

Looking at her earnest explanation, he suddenly felt a strange mix of emotions.

"You don't need to return it," he said softly. "It's a gift for you."

Shen Zhiyi was taken aback: "This is too valuable, I can't..."

"That dress was altered to your size yesterday. Even if you give it back, I can't give it away."

Lu Zichuan spoke calmly, as if he were saying something perfectly natural.

The moment he saw it in the magazine, he knew that this burgundy color would look great on Shen Zhiyi, so he pulled a lot of strings to get his hands on it.

He was certainly not disappointed by how she looked in the banquet hall last night wearing it.

It was originally a gift for her, how could he possibly take it back?

Shen Zhiyi paused, hesitating slightly: "But I don't usually have many occasions to wear this kind of dress..."

"These kinds of clothes are meant to make a statement; wearing them once is enough."

Lu Zichuan turned to look at her, his voice gentle, "Take it back and hang it in your closet as a souvenir."

Seeing his insistence, Shen Zhi pursed her lips and whispered, "Well... thank you..."

"You're welcome." Lu Zichuan's lips curled slightly, accepting the reply naturally. "It's what a boyfriend should do."

Shen Zhiyi: "..."

She held the thermos, looked down at her toes, and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Boy friend.

The way he said those three words came out of his mouth was so natural, as if he had said them countless times, as if this matter never needed explanation, quotation marks, or a silent addition of a falsehood in his mind.

But unfortunately, it's fake.

She didn't know why he spoke so naturally, but her ears turned red again.

......

The car drove into the hospital's underground parking garage, and Lu Zichuan first took Shen Zhiyi to the inpatient building where Xu Jing's ward was located.

"I'm going up now." Shen Zhiyi, holding the thermos, prepared to push open the door and get out of the car.

"Go ahead." Lu Zichuan turned to the side, his gaze falling on her face. "Call me if anything happens."

Shen Zhiyi nodded, closed the car door, and walked quickly towards the inpatient department.

Watching her figure disappear into the elevator, Lu Zichuan started the car again and slowly drove towards the administration building.

In reality, the Lu family's share in this hospital was hardly a big deal—Lu Ziyang was incredibly capable, with an astonishing amount of energy, and managing the vast Lu Group was a piece of cake, not to mention the help from various branches of the Lu family. The shares in such a small hospital weren't even worth his special trip.

He came today purely because Shen Zhiyi said yesterday that she was coming to the hospital. He woke up before six in the morning, waited in the car until she left, and then pretended to "bump into" her and followed her.

He longed to visit her parents as her official boyfriend, to stand openly by her side, and to let Xu Jing and Shen Haozhi know that someone would take good care of her.

But he knew it wasn't the right time yet.

At least we have to wait until she has truly moved on from that marriage and until she is willing to introduce him to her family.

Therefore, he had no choice but to "bother" the dean first.

……

When Shen Zhiyi pushed open the ward door, Xu Jing was already awake.

She has to have her blood pressure and blood sugar checked at the hospital every morning, so she can't sleep in.

The weather was nice today; sunlight streamed through the blinds and fell on the hospital bed, and Xu Jing was in surprisingly good spirits.

She leaned against the headboard, listening to Shen Haozhi read the newspaper to her while peeling an apple, the peel hanging down in long, continuous circles.

Upon seeing Shen Zhiyi enter, Xu Jing's face immediately broke into a smile, her eyes curving into crescents: "Zhiyi's here."

Chemotherapy caused her to lose a lot of hair. After just one course of treatment, most of her hair, which was not yet very white, had already thinned out.

Although he looked to be in good spirits, the sickly pallor on his face was impossible to hide; it was like a thin sheet of paper that would break at the slightest touch.

Shen Zhiyi's eyes instantly welled up with tears as she watched.

But she forced back the bittersweet feeling, put on a bright smile, and quickly walked to the bedside: "Mom, brother, you're awake so early?"

She placed the thermos on the bedside table, first setting up the eating board in front of Xu Jing before opening the lid of the thermos.

A rich, fresh aroma instantly filled the entire ward; the crucian carp and tofu soup was simmered until it turned milky white and steaming hot.

She is a very good cook.

Back then, Xu Zhesheng had a sensitive stomach and would get diarrhea after eating a lot of things. So she started learning to cook from scratch, checking recipes and testing the heat, just so he could eat more and be healthier.

In those years, she poured almost all her patience and gentleness into the kitchen.

But to be honest, this was the first time she had ever cooked for her mother.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhiyi suddenly felt a pang of guilt. Why hadn't she thought of this before?

Xu Jingsheng raised her, but she devoted all her attention to Xu Zhesheng, and never even cooked a decent soup for her own mother.

"Here, Mom, drink it while it's hot." She ladled out a bowl of soup, blew on it, and handed it to Xu Jing, her voice soft, "Try it and see if you like it."

Xu Jing took the bowl, took a sip, and her eyes lit up: "Delicious! Much better than the hospital's nutritional meals."

Shen Haozhi put down his newspaper and smiled at his younger sister: "It's rare to see Zhizhi cook."

Shen Zhiyi felt a little embarrassed by what he said, and she lowered her head to stir the soup in her bowl, but her heart was warm.