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

Lu Zichuan doesn't plan to let Shen Zhiyi know about these things for the time being.

He glanced at her briefly, his voice low and resolute: "Don't worry, I've got you covered."

Five simple words, without any explanation, yet they seemed to possess a calming power. Shen Zhiyi's previously anxious heart strangely settled back into place at that moment.

She looked up and gave him a bright smile: "Okay!"

Half an hour later, the car slowly climbed up the winding mountain road, lined with trees all the way. The higher they went, the more open the view became. Lu Zichuan only slowly applied the brakes when they reached a flat plateau at the top of the mountain.

Before even getting out of the car, Shen Zhiyi saw the magnificent gate. The vermilion gate was as tall as a two-story building, with a black plaque with gold characters hanging above the lintel, and white marble lions standing on both sides. Its grandeur was almost comparable to that of an ancient royal palace.

At the main entrance, a familiar figure stood on the steps, looking around.

What book says this?

Today she wore a white, modernized Chinese cheongsam, well-tailored, which accentuated her still slender figure.

That face, which bore a striking resemblance to Lu Zichuan, was now filled with anticipation.

Lu Zichuan did not tell He Shuyun the exact time they would arrive, only saying that he would bring Shen Zhiyi back for dinner.

But He Shuyun couldn't wait any longer. After wiping and rearranging the decorations in the room, she simply moved a chair to the doorway and stood up every ten minutes to look out onto the road, afraid of missing the first glimpse of her daughter-in-law.

As soon as she saw the black car approaching from afar, she immediately jumped up from her chair, quickly tugged at the hem of her cheongsam, and smoothed the stray hairs by her ear. A big smile instantly bloomed on her face as she hurried to greet it.

"Zichuan, Zhizhi, you've arrived?"

She waved through the car window, her voice brimming with undisguised joy.

Lu Zichuan gave a faint "hmm," got out of the car first, then went around to the passenger side, opened the car door for Shen Zhiyi, and reached out his hand to her.

Shen Zhiyi stared at the large, well-defined hand in front of her for two seconds, then looked up at Lu Zichuan.

He remained calm, as if reaching out to help her out of the car was a matter of course, as natural as if he had done it a thousand times.

He Shuyun was still smiling at them from the side, and Shen Zhiyi then realized that she was putting on an act in front of her family.

She quickly put her hand on it.

The moment her hand was gently grasped, Shen Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat.

Lu Zichuan's hands were large, with broad and warm palms that could almost completely envelop her hand.

His body temperature was slightly higher than hers, and the heat transmitted through their skin made her fingertips feel slightly hot as well.

"Hello, Auntie." She composed herself and gave He Shuyun a perfectly timed smile. "I'm Shen Zhiyi, and I'm... A-Chuan's girlfriend."

When she said the last three words, her voice involuntarily paused.

Whether it was from nervousness or guilt, the words "girlfriend" sounded strangely awkward coming from her mouth.

She secretly broke out in a cold sweat, afraid that He Shuyun would see through her disguise.

Fortunately, Lu Zichuan stepped in at the right moment and naturally helped her out of the predicament: "Mom, Zhizhi specially picked out a lot of things to come see you, and they're all in the trunk. Let someone move them in."

He Shuyun's gaze remained fixed on Shen Zhiyi, growing more and more satisfied with her, her eyes almost overflowing with affection.

Hearing her son's words, she reluctantly shifted her gaze from Shen Zhiyi's face: "Alright, alright, I'll have someone go and move it right away. Come in quickly, Grandpa and Grandma have been waiting for ages!"

Lu Zichuan nodded and led Shen Zhiyi inside.

After taking a few steps, Shen Zhiyi froze.

Before me stretched a vast, open square, in the center of which stood a huge fountain, its water jets shimmering in the twilight. But as far as the eye could see, there wasn't a single house, not even a roof.

Just as she was wondering what was going on, a white electric sightseeing vehicle stopped in front of them.

The driver smiled and nodded at them, "Second Young Master, Second Young Madam, please get in the car."

Shen Zhiyi: "..."

She glanced at Lu Zichuan, looking bewildered.

Lu Zichuan's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile as he gestured for him to enter.

Once she was settled, he sat down beside her and explained in a low voice, "Grandpa and Grandma like peace and quiet and don't like car noise. So we park the car at the front gate and come in here."

Shen Zhiyi suddenly realized, but couldn't help but secretly marvel.

She thought the manor where the banquet was held last time was grand enough, but compared to this place, it was nothing.

In Beijing, where land is incredibly valuable, ordinary people would be grateful if they could afford a small two-bedroom apartment of 70 or 80 square meters after a lifetime of hard work. But the Lu family owned more than one estate, as far as she could see.

The world of the rich is indeed beyond her imagination.

The sightseeing bus slowly traveled along the winding forest road for nearly ten minutes.

Perhaps it was because he had returned to the place where he grew up, but Lu Zichuan, who was usually quiet, suddenly became more talkative.

As they passed each scenic spot, he would turn his head and whisper to her, explaining which year the ginkgo trees were planted, who designed the fountain, that the lake was an artificial one, the pavilion in the middle of the lake was an ancient building that was dismantled and transported from Suzhou, and even the seemingly randomly placed stones by the roadside were brought back from Mount Tai.

Shen Zhiyi was greatly impressed.

Although he didn't explicitly state the value of these items, the words "protected plants," "imported from abroad," and "over a hundred years old" were enough for her to understand that none of these things were things that ordinary people could ever access in their lifetime.

She couldn't help but click her tongue, then quietly leaned close to Lu Zichuan's ear and asked in a low voice, "Just how rich is your family?"

A warm breath brushed against his earlobe. Lu Zichuan turned his head to look at her, a smile playing on his lips: "I don't know the exact number. But supporting you is definitely no problem."

Shen Zhiyi silently calculated in her mind that supporting her was probably the least of the things the Lu family could do.

She felt she wasn't even worth as much as the ginkgo tree by the roadside...

After the initial shock, a feeling of inexplicable admiration welled up inside me.

He was born into such a family, grew up in luxury, and was the youngest child in the family, pampered and spoiled by the whole family. He had none of the conditions that would have made him a spoiled brat.

He is ambitious and self-disciplined, and never needs anyone to worry about him.

He could have comfortably stayed home and relaxed, but he insisted on taking on the heavy responsibility of managing the Lu Group while also pursuing his dream of becoming a director and making his works with utmost dedication.

She didn't have a good impression of the term "rich second generation" before. In her definition, it was almost equivalent to someone who was ignorant and treated chasing girls as a game.

But looking at Lu Zichuan in front of her, she suddenly felt...

My previous understanding seems to have been too one-sided.