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

Yuan Jiaqin's face flushed red and then turned pale, eventually turning bluish-purple. Her gaze was fixed on Bai Qinghua, as if she wanted to stare a hole through her face.

Turning to look at Yuan Hongsu beside him, the young girl seemed to have not heard the exchange at all, and was engrossed in eating her rice, her cheeks puffed out and her lips pursed so much that they could hang oil bottles on them.

Yuan Jiaqin's anger flared. She glared at her fiercely and scolded in a low voice, "Eat slower! Nobody's going to take it from you. You have absolutely no manners!"

Yuan Hongsu pursed her lips, remained silent, and quietly slowed down.

Yuan Jiaqin then turned her head, forcing a smile back onto her face, though it looked far too forced: "Oh, Qinghua, I never knew you were so sharp-tongued! I was just casually mentioning some gossip, how did you manage to drag Zichuan into it?"

"I've watched Zichuan grow up since he was a child, so of course I believe his judgment is sound. But as his aunt, I'm still worried!"

As she spoke, she piled a large mouthful of food into her bowl, as if trying to prove she didn't care: "Okay, okay, that's enough, let's eat!"

But to others, that smile seemed glaringly hypocritical.

Just then, Lu Zichuan slowly put down the napkin in his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth.

His gaze first fell on Shen Zhiyi. She sat there quietly, her face expressionless, but he could see the suppressed discomfort in her eyes.

He withdrew his gaze, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Zhizhi isn't that kind of person."

He paused, his tone still gentle, but beneath that gentleness lay an unreasonable certainty:

"Besides, even if she is, it's something I'd do willingly."

"If she really comes after me for money..." He looked at Yuan Jiaqin, his eyes completely calm, "I'm willing to give her all my assets."

"Because I have it."

Five words, light and airy, yet weighing down the dining table like a mountain.

The entire dining table fell silent for a moment, and everyone paused with their chopsticks.

Yuan Jiaqin's face turned dark, as if she had been slapped in the face in public.

As for the others, Lu Xiaojing held her soup bowl with her eyes shining as if she had found something good, He Wenshu couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth and kept giving Lu Jianzhong meaningful glances, Bai Qinghua lowered her head and took a sip of tea with a smile in her eyes, and even Lu Ziyang, who usually had no expression, raised his eyebrows slightly.

They all had "this is so cute" looks in their eyes.

Shen Zhiyi had just taken a sip of soup when Lu Zichuan said that, and she almost choked.

She coughed twice, covered her mouth with a tissue, and her ears turned bright red.

But secretly he wondered if Lu Zichuan was overacting.

The Lu family's assets are so vast that even just the portion under his name is enough for an ordinary person to live on for several lifetimes.

How could she possibly dare to accept it?

But on the surface, she still gave him a shy smile and said softly, "I don't care about those material things, as long as you are by my side."

Upon hearing this, everyone at the table shuddered.

sweet.

It's so sweet.

Lu Han lifted her little head from the bowl, blinked her big eyes twice, and smacked her cheeks with her chubby little hands, saying in a childish voice, "Second Uncle, aren't you ashamed? Shame on you!"

"puff"

He Wenshu was the first to burst out laughing.

Immediately, everyone at the table burst into laughter, even the servants covered their mouths and turned their backs.

The child's innocent words were like a gust of wind, instantly dispelling the stagnation that had been created because of Yuan Jiaqin.

Everyone's attention was drawn back to Shen Zhiyi, who was greeted with concern, food, and tea. No one glanced at Yuan Jiaqin anymore.

In the corner, Yuan Hongsu silently swallowed the last bite of her meal.

She picked up the soup bowl and, under the guise of drinking the soup, secretly glanced across at the person opposite her.

Lu Zichuan's gaze was fixed on Shen Zhiyi, his focus so intense it was as if she were the only person left in the world.

His posture was unconsciously tilted towards her, his shoulders slightly slanted, a subconscious protective stance.

Yuan Hongsu had read some psychology books.

She knew that body language was the most telling thing, and such blatant favoritism was something Lu Zichuan couldn't fake.

Shen Zhiyi sat there, her fair skin accentuated by her misty blue dress. She was neither humble nor arrogant, showing no timidity whatsoever, nor the obsequiousness her mother had described in her as an attempt to climb the social ladder.

She didn't even need to put on any special act; everyone at the table was already willing to protect her.

Yuan Hongsu's gaze fell on the two of them again. Shen Zhiyi's misty blue dress and Lu Zichuan's blue and white shirt subtly echoed each other in color.

Couple outfits.

Such a straightforward and undisguised declaration was completely unlike Lu Zichuan's previous style.

He has always kept a low profile, never letting anyone get close to his private space, let alone making any public declarations through his clothing.

But now, he has done it.

Yuan Hongsu lowered her eyes, her throat tightening.

From a young age, her mother instilled in her that she should marry Lu Zichuan in the future, because they would be a perfect match.

She believed it and waited, thinking that as long as she was obedient and gentle enough, he would see her one day.

But after witnessing all of this today, she finally understood that she had no chance of winning at all.

She didn't lose because she wasn't good enough; she lost because that person never even glanced at her.

She gulped down another large mouthful of soup until her stomach was completely full and could hold no more. Then she slowly put down the bowl and whispered to Yuan Jiaqin, "Mom, I'm full."

"Even if you're full, sit down! Can't you see the elders haven't left their seats? What's the rush!"

Yuan Jiaqin glared at her and muttered, "You good-for-nothing! Go catch up with Zichuan later. You two grew up together; I don't believe he has no feelings for you whatsoever!"

"That woman is only pretty, her family background is so poor, she's not good enough for Zichuan at all. You better stand up for yourself, you hear me!"

"Now that you've married Lu Zichuan, you can live the rest of your life however you want! Do you understand?!"

Yuan Hongsu shrank back as Yuan Jiaqin scolded her. She wanted to retort, but dared not. She only nodded weakly. But under the table, she suddenly dug her hand into her palm, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

She didn't want to do that. It was true that she liked Lu Zichuan, but she really couldn't bring herself to steal someone else's boyfriend.

But faced with the assertive Yuan Jiaqin, she dared not utter a single word of dissent.

After dinner, Lu Xiaojing had a habit of strolling in the garden, and she pulled Shen Zhiyi along to join her.

Shen Zhiyi naturally wouldn't go against the old man's wishes, and obediently followed behind. He Wenshu also came over, and the three generations walked slowly. Bai Qinghua also followed behind with Lu Han, and they were quite happy together.

Lu Zichuan wanted to follow, but when he turned around, he saw Yuan Hongsu standing in front of him, twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands, as if she had something to say to him.