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

Shen Zhiyi is usually calm and gentle, seemingly harmless. But when she gets serious, the oppressive aura emanating from her very bones can silence the entire space.

Even so, some people are still dissatisfied.

"General Star has never had a rule about mandatory overtime. What you're doing is against company regulations." A voice came from the corner, tinged with sarcasm.

Shen Zhiyi didn't even lift her eyelids, coldly sweeping her gaze over: "Does the company rule allow you to slack off and chat during work hours, thus delaying progress?"

"If that's the case, then it's really necessary to talk about it. I didn't know that Star Entertainment became a charity company."

The man's face flushed red, and he retorted with a forced smile, "What right do you have to order us around? If we haven't finished our work, our superiors will come to check. We're happy to work overtime, so what gives you the right to criticize us?"

"Because I'm the head of the editing department! If the higher-ups investigate, I'll bear the heaviest responsibility, and I don't want to take the blame for a bunch of good-for-nothings who only know how to slack off! Rather than waiting for others to investigate, I'll investigate myself. Any objections?"

Shen Zhiyi's voice grew increasingly cold. Her once clear, almond-shaped eyes swept over everyone in the office. "Since you're not satisfied, then come with me to ask the HR department if I have the right to manage you. If I can't, no problem. I still have a team from before. Even if I replace you all, I'll still have help!"

She stood up and glanced around. "Shall we go?"

Seeing her confidence, and knowing that she had powerful backers and could not possibly resist, the others just shrank back silently, but still did not move.

"If there are no objections, get back to work now. I need to see the first draft before noon, and then do the final revisions this afternoon. Understand?"

Her words were clear and resonant throughout the office.

Even though they were reluctant, everyone had no choice but to shuffle back to their workstations and start typing away on their keyboards.

Shen Zhiyi turned her gaze back to the screen, her fingertips sliding across the touchpad as she continued to refine that frame.

Twenty minutes later, she finally got the rhythm of this section to a satisfactory level.

She took off her headphones and turned to look at Yang Chun'er, who had been sitting beside her waiting: "Shall we talk here, or outside?"

Yang Chun'er put her legs down and pursed her lips.

The accusatory tone they had just displayed had dissipated considerably at some point.

It was simply because Shen Zhiyi's eyes were too open and honest from beginning to end, without the slightest bit of guilt or panic at the prospect of being exposed.

That openness made Yang Chun'er suddenly begin to doubt whether she had made an overreaction by coming all this way.

But she still stood up: "Let's talk outside."

In the tea room, Shen Zhiyi made a cup of coffee for herself and Yang Chun'er, brought it over and placed it on the table before sitting down opposite Yang Chun'er.

She wasn't in a hurry; she just waited quietly.

In fact, she could roughly guess why Yang Chun'er had come to see her today. It was nothing more than the fact that she had heard about Yang Chun'er accompanying Lu Zichuan to a banquet as his date last Friday.

Even the strange looks I got in the office today were probably because of this.

But this was an agreement between her and Lu Zichuan, and she couldn't reveal it in public.

However, after spending some time with Yang Chun'er, she felt that although the girl was spoiled and willful, she was not a bad person at heart.

That's why she was willing to put down her work and come listen to her.

Sure enough, the next second, Yang Chun'er asked.

"What exactly is your relationship with Brother Zichuan?" Yang Chun'er held the cup of coffee, not having taken a sip, her voice muffled, like a puppy whose bone had been stolen: "Isn't he rumored to be dating Pei Jin? Why were you with him at the banquet hall on Friday? Do you know he's never brought a female companion to a banquet before!"

As she spoke, her eyes reddened slightly.

Shen Zhiyi looked at her and sighed softly in her heart: "I can't explain this to you."

She picked up her coffee, took a sip, and spoke calmly and frankly:

"But I can tell you, my relationship with President Lu is not what you imagine."

"I went to the banquet with him only because he helped me, and I needed to repay the favor."

"As for your statement that he didn't bring anyone to the banquet, I don't know that, but that's all the explanation I can give you."

She put down her cup and looked directly into Yang Chun'er's eyes: "Whether you believe it or not, this is all I can say."

Yang Chun'er stared blankly at Shen Zhiyi. There was no evasion in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes. Her sincerity made people feel that if she was lying, she must be the best liar in the world.

But Yang Chun'er had a gut feeling that she wasn't lying.

"Human relationships..." Yang Chun'er murmured, repeating the two words over and over, as if she had finally found a reason that could convince herself.

She lowered her head, staring at the dark brown liquid in the cup, stirring it with a spoon, creating ripples on the surface of the coffee.

"But……"

Her voice lowered, tinged with resentment, "He's never taken anyone to those kinds of events. Do you know how many women want to be his date, and he doesn't even glance at them?"

Shen Zhiyi listened quietly without interrupting her.

"It's been over ten years since I first heard of Brother Zichuan." Yang Chun'er raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, but no tears fell. "I've liked him since I was little, everyone knows that. But he... he doesn't even know me, or maybe he does, but he's never really cared about me."

As she spoke, she suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly: "My dad always says I'm a good-for-nothing, that apart from being decent-looking, my brain is all mush. Sometimes I think he's right, because I don't even know what kind of person he likes."

She put down the spoon, held the cup in both hands, as if trying to absorb some warmth.

"So when I heard that he took you with him... my first reaction wasn't anger, it was fear."

Yang Chun'er's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a whisper: "I'm afraid he'll finally meet that person, and I won't even have the chance to compete with him."

"I know I shouldn't have come to you, especially since I told you just a few days ago that Brother Zichuan likes men, but I think I might be able to learn more from you..."

The tea room remained quiet for a long time.

Looking at the girl opposite him, who was usually arrogant and willful but was now as fragile as a sheet of paper, Shen Zhiyi's initial guard slowly softened.

She paused for a few seconds before speaking: "Yang Chun'er."

"Um?"

"Have you ever considered that perhaps he did offer you hope, but rather that you've been approaching him in the wrong way?"

Yang Chun'er was stunned.

"You just said you don't know what kind of person he likes," Shen Zhiyi said calmly, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her. "But have you ever tried to stop thinking about what kind of person he likes and instead focus on being yourself?"

Yang Chun'er opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found that she couldn't utter a single word.

"I'm not teaching you how to pursue people," Shen Zhiyi said calmly, taking a sip of her coffee. "I just think you deserve a better way."

Yang Chun'er stared blankly at her for a long while, then suddenly lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, "...How can you be so hurtful even when you're trying to comfort someone?"

Shen Zhiyi's lips curved slightly: "Because I'm not good at comforting people."