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

He was wearing a white silk V-neck nightgown, which was from the same collection as Lu Zichuan's, making them look like a pair.

She was wearing a cartoon bear apron and holding a spatula in her right hand, looking like she was already busy at work.

"Please sit wherever you like, the food will be ready soon." He smiled brightly at her, his eyes crinkling, exuding a charmingly domestic aura.

Then he turned his head to look at Lu Zichuan behind him, his tone carrying a hint of coquetry:

Come in and help me~

"knew."

Lu Zichuan responded, his tone carrying a gentleness unique to Pei Jin.

He reached out and took the bag of groceries from Shen Zhiyi's hand, and said to her in a low voice, "Feel free to look around, I'll go help in the kitchen."

After saying that, he walked straight to the kitchen.

The kitchen wasn't completely open-plan, but from where Shen Zhiyi stood, she could see inside through the glass partition.

Lu Zichuan and Pei Jin stood side by side in front of the water tank.

One was tall and upright with broad shoulders and back; his dark black silk pajamas made his physique appear even more robust. The other, though slender, had sharp lines; his white pajamas were tucked under a bear apron, which, far from making him look weak, gave him a refreshing youthful air.

The two worked in perfect harmony, one chopping vegetables and the other washing them. Their movements were fluid and seamless, as if they had worked together countless times before.

Pei Jin handed over the washed vegetables, and Lu Zichuan took them and put them directly into the pot. There wasn't a single extra word, and they didn't even make eye contact, yet their movements were so precise, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

Shen Zhiyi stood in the living room, quietly watching this scene.

If she still doubted yesterday whether there was really something between Lu Zichuan and Pei Jin, after seeing what happened today, she no longer had any doubts.

If this is fake, then what is real?

She couldn't figure it out.

While feeling relieved, I also felt a thrill of having heard the real story.

She wasn't a fujoshi (a female fan of male-male romance novels). During her high school years, all the female classmates in her class were reading novels with two male protagonists, but she never got hooked.

Now, looking at the two men with excellent figures and looks standing in front of her, she finally understands those people.

They're so... pleasing to the eye!

"What's wrong?"

Her gaze was so intense, perhaps too dazzling, that Lu Zichuan turned around and looked at her excited expression with puzzlement.

Shen Zhiyi quickly shook her head: "It's nothing!"

She said, "You guys keep going, I'll just wander around!"

With that, she quickly walked away from the living room.

Lu Zichuan's house is very large. Besides the master bedroom, there are two other empty rooms. One of the other rooms is his study, and the other is his home theater.

Shen Zhiyi strolled around slowly and discovered that Lu Zichuan's bookshelves covered an extremely wide range of subjects.

From finance to film to editing to screenwriting... it seems he reads books in every field.

My fingers slowly traced across the bookshelf. He reads so many books; no wonder his movies are so profound.

However, she had some doubts. Could it be that he got all these books just to display them?

She randomly picked up a book and found that it contained notes that Lu Zichuan had made.

She paused for a moment, then picked up another book, which still showed signs of having been read.

I picked up several books in a row, and each one contained Lu Zichuan's insights.

She was not only astonished, but looking at the wall of books, a terrifying thought popped into her mind: Could he have read them all?

Immediately afterwards, she was also filled with a surge of ambition, as if she had been injected with chicken blood.

Even the big shots work this hard, so what reason does a lowly employee like her have not to work hard?

When she gets back, she should read more books. The wider her reading range, the more profound the edited content will be.

Instead of just scratching the surface.

Half an hour later, the aroma of food wafted out of the kitchen.

Lu Zichuan was carrying a plate, but he didn't see Shen Zhiyi.

He searched through the rooms one by one, and finally found her in the study.

Sunlight streamed in obliquely through the French windows, falling on her profile.

She sat in his usual chair, her back straight, intently reading the book in front of her.

The sunlight outlined her features: the curve of her nose, the lines of her jaw, and her slightly drooping eyelashes—clear, soft, and bright.

She wasn't wearing makeup today, her hair was casually loose down her back, and a large white T-shirt hung loosely on her body, making her look far less sophisticated and radiant than she did at the party.

But when Lu Zichuan looked at her like this, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He loved how she was unpretentious in front of him.

Very easygoing, very natural, very...approachable.

She was meant to be a part of this place.

"What are you looking at?"

Behind them, Pei Jin's fluffy head peeked over. Seeing Lu Zichuan staring blankly at Shen Zhiyi's profile, he covered his mouth and chuckled, whispering, "Mr. Lu, aren't you going a bit too far in pursuing her?"

"Not only do you spread rumors about me, but you even have to sneak around to look at someone's profile?"

"I just don't understand. With your status, if you just tell her you like her, how could she possibly refuse you?"

Lu Zichuan calmly withdrew his gaze and said, "She's different from others."

People will like him because of his appearance, family background, physique, and other qualities.

But she doesn't.

Otherwise, he would have attracted her long ago, and there wouldn't have been any Xu Zhesheng involved.

"Yes, yes, yes," Pei Jin rolled her eyes, "I think you should try a different approach. Spread rumors about me, and if she takes it seriously, she'll only see you as a friend."

Lu Zichuan listened without saying a word.

But he knew in his heart that Shen Zhiyi would indeed do that.

But he has no other way to get close to her except in this way.

There are still fifteen days left in the cooling-off period for her and Hsu Che-sheng's divorce, so he'll wait until after those fifteen days.

Seeing that Pei Jin was about to go inside and disturb Shen Zhiyi, Lu Zichuan reached out and lifted Pei Jin back like a chick.

"I'll go."

He said softly, then stepped inside.

Pei Jin looked at her clothes, which had been pulled loose, and clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction.

Do you really think he can't understand?

Lu Zichuan's possessiveness was such that he seemed afraid Shen Zhiyi would say another word to him!

cut!

boring!

He rolled his eyes and turned back to the living room.

Inside the study, even though Lu Zichuan had already walked to Shen Zhiyi's side, she remained focused on the book in front of her, completely undisturbed.

It wasn't until the sunlight outside the window gradually shifted direction, casting a shadow on the book, that Shen Zhiyi suddenly looked up, her eyes meeting Lu Zichuan's light-colored pupils.

"Mr. Lu!" She was startled. "I'm sorry, I was so engrossed in my book!"

Seeing her like this, Lu Zichuan smiled and didn't rush her to eat. Instead, he lowered his head and glanced at the book she was reading. "The Blink of an Eye? Written by Walter Murch."

He could recite the book title after just a few lines, and Shen Zhiyi was amazed by his good memory. She nodded and said, "Yes, this book is a classic. I've read it several times before, but your annotations have given me new insights, and I've become engrossed in it without even realizing it."