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

Tan Gui stumbled as she was pulled, then leaned against her, resting her head on her shoulder. Her tone suddenly became a little more serious:

"Zhizhi, I'm not making this up. Think about it yourself: he takes you home to meet his parents, protects you in front of his whole family, and even explains his relationship with other women in the car..."

She paused, her voice muffled against Shen Zhiyi's shoulder: "What normal boss would do these things to their employees?"

Shen Zhiyi's body stiffened slightly.

"It's a cooperative relationship, and once the cooperation is complete, there's no obligation to explain. He's clearly just afraid you'll misunderstand!"

Tan Gui continued rambling on, her tone full of certainty.

Shen Zhiyi didn't say anything, but simply reached out and ruffled Tan Gui's hair, pushing the rabbit head away a little.

"...Stop fooling around, eat your dessert. I'm exhausted today, I'm going to go to sleep."

As she spoke, she got up and walked around Tan Gui.

Seeing her avoid her, Tan Gui didn't chase after her. She just lay lazily on the sofa, a rabbit-ear hat covering her head, making her look like a mysterious prophet.

"I don't believe you don't see anything wrong with it, Shen Zhiyi. Just keep running away from it."

Shen Zhiyi paused slightly in her steps.

She didn't turn around or respond, but took two more steps forward and pushed open the door to her bedroom.

With a "click," the door closed gently.

But she just couldn't calm her heart.

In the bathroom, hot water was flowing freely.

Shen Zhiyi stood under the showerhead, letting the water wash over her body, but her mind was filled with images of Lu Zichuan.

From that rainy night onward, and on every subsequent occasion, he was genuinely good to her, far exceeding the bounds of a boss's treatment of a subordinate. Sometimes, even she herself would wonder, was he...?

But she also clearly remembered that she had personally witnessed the tacit understanding between Lu Zichuan and Pei Jin.

Rumors about them never stopped in the company, and at that party, even in front of He Wenshu, he did not hesitate to defend Pei Jin.

That unwavering determination didn't seem like an act.

Besides, what could he possibly like about her?

He is so outstanding—rich, talented, and from a privileged family—he's at the very top of everything.

And what about her? Aside from decent editing skills and not-too-bad looks, she has nothing. She's even been married before.

Why would he choose her over so many wealthy heiresses?

is it possible?

Shen Zhiyi turned off the shower, reached for a washcloth, and wiped the water off her face while looking at herself in the mirror.

She twitched the corner of her lips; she was crazy too.

She actually started to wonder if Lu Zichuan liked her.

It must be because the two of them have been in too much contact lately, causing her to have these inappropriate hallucinations.

She shook her head, gathered her wet hair behind her ear, changed into her pajamas, and sprawled on the bed in a starfish position.

Instead of thinking so much, it's better to get some sleep.

Taking good care of your health is the most important thing.

......

But that night, she still had a dream.

In her dream, she returned to the first anniversary of her relationship with Hsu Che-sheng.

That was a day she cherished.

She made a reservation in advance at Xu Zhesheng's favorite restaurant and carefully prepared a surprise: a huge bouquet of flowers and a camera accessory that he had been wanting to buy for a long time but couldn't bring himself to do so.

She handed the flowers to the waiter and told him to bring them up as soon as the appointed time arrived.

She always sees online that men prepare gifts for women, but she doesn't care about that.

She liked Xu Zhesheng so much that, in her opinion, loving someone meant supporting them and not distinguishing between "yours" and "mine."

So even when the waiter looked at her with a surprised expression when she handed the flowers to him, she didn't feel ashamed at all that a girl was preparing such a big show for a boy.

She thought that when Xu Zhesheng arrived, he would feel like the happiest man in the world.

Just imagining that scene made her heart melt.

For their first anniversary, she dressed up nicely.

A bright red short skirt accentuated her slender waist and long, fair legs. Sitting in the restaurant, she resembled a blooming rose, so radiant that it was impossible to look away.

The appointed time has arrived.

Xu Zhesheng rushed over, dressed casually in a loose white T-shirt and dark gray capri shorts, his hair messy, as if he had just crawled out of the filming set.

As soon as he sat down, his brows furrowed tightly.

He didn't even glance at her, didn't notice her dress, didn't notice she was wearing makeup, and certainly didn't notice the carefully arranged little cake on the table.

"Alright, I'm out." His tone was full of impatience. "Hurry up and eat, I need to get back."

He had no idea what day it was.

Shen Zhiyi's heart tightened, and she asked softly, "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Hsu Che-sheng said without looking up. "I've told you before that I don't like dating. My time is precious. I need to shoot a lot of footage to edit a good film, and I don't like wasting time."

He paused, his tone growing colder: "Besides, a meal at a restaurant like this costs several hundred yuan, which is too extravagant for us, don't you think? If you're the kind of person who enjoys pleasure like this, I don't think we're a good match."

He sat down for less than two minutes, and every word he uttered was a complaint about her being immature and wasting his time.

Shen Zhiyi pursed her lips and tentatively asked, "You...don't you know what day it is today?"

Xu Zhesheng frowned even deeper, as if he had heard an absurd question: "What day? What does it have to do with me?"

In his world, whether it's National Day or Mid-Autumn Festival, it's no different from making videos.

His life revolves solely around filming.

"But..." Shen Zhiyi's voice trailed off, "Today is our one-month anniversary, I just wanted to have a nice meal with you..."

She wanted to say, "Why are you so impatient as soon as you sit down?"

But she didn't dare.

She didn't even dare to look him in the eye, only glancing at him out of the corner of her eye to see that his brows were furrowed into a tight knot and that he had put down his chopsticks.

"Just for this one reason, you insist that I put down what I'm doing and come have dinner with you?" Xu Zhesheng's voice rose slightly, as if he were listening to a fantasy.

"Shen Zhiyi, you're so boring."

He quickly finished the food in his bowl, put down his chopsticks, and said briefly, "Is that enough? I'm done eating. I have something to do, so I'll be going now."

After saying that, he stood up and left the restaurant without looking back.

There was no turning back, no pause.

Shen Zhiyi sat there, feeling cold all over.

At that moment, a waiter cautiously approached: "Miss, what should we do with the flowers and gifts?"

Shen Zhiyi hadn't even finished her meal.

The food that tasted delicious just now tastes bland and tasteless.

She raised her head blankly: "Give it back to me, thank you."

As she walked out of the restaurant with the bouquet of flowers and the gift, she realized that it had started pouring rain outside.

The rain poured down on the ground, and it also pounded on her heart.

She felt wronged, sad, and disappointed, but because of love, she forced herself to suppress these emotions.

The girls around her all had boyfriends who would come to pick them up with umbrellas, but she couldn't even get out of the restaurant.

She stood at the doorway holding flowers, the rain blowing in with the wind, wetting her skirt.

Just then, a waiter ran over, holding an umbrella, and handed it to her: "Miss, a gentleman asked me to give this to you."

Shen Zhiyi was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "Who?"

She knew it couldn't be Xu Zhesheng.

But a ridiculous fantasy still crept into her mind: what if? What if he felt sorry for her?