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

In the kitchen, the rising smoke enveloped that tall, upright figure.

Lu Zichuan was focused on processing the ingredients, his long, strong fingers gripping the knife handle with fluid movements, exuding a composure completely different from his ruthless business dealings.

Shen Zhiyi sat on the sofa, not paying any attention to what was playing on TV.

Her gaze involuntarily drifted towards the kitchen, landing on the busy man.

That profile seemed to possess a magical power, firmly drawing her gaze.

After hesitating for two seconds, she put down the remote control and tiptoed into the kitchen.

"Is there...is there anything I can help you with?" She leaned against the kitchen door frame, her voice a little softer than usual.

Lu Zichuan turned around at the sound of her voice, and when he saw her, a faint tenderness appeared in his eyes: "Why did you come out? Didn't I tell you to rest on the sofa?"

"Sitting is sitting anyway, and besides..."

Shen Zhiyi's gaze inadvertently swept over the ingredients on the kitchen counter, and she couldn't help but sigh inwardly once again.

The potatoes were cut into thin, even strips, each one distinct, and the meat strips were also cut to a uniform thickness. The way they were arranged there was as if they were the work of a professionally trained chef in a five-star hotel.

"And what?" Lu Zichuan raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"And..." Shen Zhiyi felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, and her eyes darted around for a moment, "And your knife skills are too good. I'm afraid it would be a waste for you to do it all by yourself. More people should be able to see it."

Lu Zichuan chuckled softly, a deep and pleasant sound echoing in the kitchen: "So, are you going to take a picture and post it on WeChat Moments?"

Shen Zhiyi's ears burned at his question. Posting it on her WeChat Moments was a bit much, so she quickly waved her hand, "It's not that bad..."

"Just kidding." Lu Zichuan turned around, took a clean, empty bowl from the shelf next to him, and handed it to her. "Since you want to help, then peel a few cloves of garlic for me. This won't hurt your hands."

Shen Zhiyi took the bowl and breathed a sigh of relief.

She walked to the sink next to him, turned on the tap, and carefully rinsed the garlic cloves.

The two were very close, close enough that she could smell the crisp, pleasant scent of pine on him, mixed with the faint smell of cooking oil in the kitchen, creating a reassuring atmosphere.

She lowered her head and carefully peeled the garlic.

The more she tried to concentrate, the stronger the scent became, causing her heart to beat faster involuntarily.

"careful."

Lu Zichuan's voice suddenly rang in her ears, and at the same time, a warm, large hand covered her hand that was holding the garlic clove.

Shen Zhiyi froze, as if she had been burned. She instinctively wanted to pull her hand back, but was afraid that the movement would be too big and hurt him.

She froze, holding her breath.

"You got garlic peel on your hands." Lu Zichuan's voice was very close, with a hint of barely perceptible hoarseness.

His long, slender fingers gently brushed across her fingertips, pinching off a tiny piece of garlic skin.

His fingertips were warm and calloused, and when they brushed against her skin, they sent a slight shiver down her spine.

Shen Zhiyi suddenly raised her head, only to meet his deep eyes.

His eyes were filled with laughter as he gazed intently at her, as if she were the sole focus of his world at that moment.

"Th...thank you," she stammered, her cheeks burning uncontrollably.

She hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to continue peeling garlic, but her hands trembled slightly, and she almost dropped the garlic cloves into the sink.

Lu Zichuan looked at her bright red ear tips and the corners of his lips turned up slightly.

He withdrew his hand, turned around and continued chopping vegetables, his movements still elegant, but a faint blush had crept onto his ears.

The kitchen fell silent for a moment, with only the soft sound of a knife hitting the cutting board and the slightly rapid breathing of the two people.

The misty fog swirled between the two, intensifying the ambiguous atmosphere.

A few minutes later, Shen Zhiyi peeled the garlic cloves, her fingertips still carrying a faint spicy scent. She carried the bowl and moved step by step to Lu Zichuan's side, gently placing the bowl beside him.

"It's peeled, all done."

Her voice was barely audible, and she didn't even dare to look up at him.

For some reason, whenever she got close to Lu Zichuan, she would feel a strange sense of tension, and even her breathing would become cautious.

But when she wasn't close to him, her gaze would always involuntarily drift towards him, as if drawn by a magnet.

He must be interested in you.

Tan Gui's confident, smiling voice suddenly exploded in her mind, like a thunderbolt striking her.

Shen Zhiyi trembled and subconsciously looked up, only to meet Lu Zichuan's unfathomable eyes.

He only glanced at her casually, but his pale pupils seemed to hold a whirlpool, drawing her in completely.

She felt her heart skip a beat, then start pounding wildly like a drum, almost bursting out of her chest.

"Are you almost done cooking? I... I'll go out first, so as not to bother you."

She hastily made up a lame excuse, turned around almost as if fleeing, and staggered out of the kitchen.

Leaning against the living room wall, she pressed her hand to her wildly beating chest, her mind a jumbled mess.

Something's not right.

Even when she liked Xu Zhesheng before, even in the most exciting moments, she had never felt her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

That feeling was more like a gradual, long-term habit, rather than something like this where the world collapses over just a glance.

She seemed to be escaping reality, quickly walking into the bathroom, turning on the tap, and splashing a handful of cold water hard on her face.

The cool touch brought her to her senses somewhat. She looked up at herself in the mirror, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red from the earlier panic, and a trace of lingering panic still lingered in her eyes.

She bit her lower lip, a hint of bitterness flashing in her eyes.

Lu Zichuan and Pei Jincai are a couple.

He even went against his mother's wishes to make her pretend to be his girlfriend so that his family could feel at ease.

Moreover, she had personally witnessed the two of them together...

And what about her? She's just a woman who's been married and is currently embroiled in divorce proceedings and entanglements with her ex-husband.

Her life was a mess, and she was not worthy of Lu Zichuan's clean and dazzling world.

No matter what she felt in her heart, whether it was excitement or dependence, she had to suppress it completely.

That's not something someone like her should even dream about.

She looked in the mirror, took two deep breaths, and slowly exhaled, finally managing to calm her wildly beating pulse a little.

She secretly told herself that it must be because she had been getting too close to Lu Zichuan lately, which made her feel a kind of illusory familiarity with him.

That's not liking, absolutely not.

No, this absolutely cannot continue.

She needs to distance herself from him!