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

The moment the words left her lips, Tan Gui's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, and the hand holding Shen Zhiyi's arm stiffened imperceptibly for a moment.

The movement was small, but it did not escape Shen Zhiyi's eyes.

"How...how is that possible? You don't know her."

Tan Gui suddenly sat up straight, without even realizing it herself. She had adopted a defensive posture at some point and silently moved to the side, increasing the distance between herself and Shen Zhiyi.

Shen Zhiyi wouldn't let her off the hook, leaning closer to stare into her eyes and saying, word by word, "She's someone I know."

"Who is it? An old classmate of ours?"

Tan Gui's evasive gaze became even more obvious. She reached out and pushed Shen Zhiyi away a little, her tone carrying a hint of coquettish panic: "Oh, don't guess! Anyway, once we're settled, I'll definitely bring her back for you to see."

Having been together for many years, Shen Zhiyi knew her all too well.

Once Tan Gui starts avoiding questions in a specific direction, it means that direction is correct.

It was immediately clear that he wasn't an old classmate.

If they weren't old classmates, then who else did they know in common?

As far as she knew, there were indeed people pursuing Tan Gui at the hospital, but Tan Gui had always been adamant about not having office romances, something she knew better than anyone, so the ones from the hospital could be ruled out.

Then who else... must be someone the two of them have only recently crossed paths with...

"Alright, alright, Zhizhi, stop thinking about it."

Seeing that she was frowning slightly and still trying to figure things out, Tan Gui quickly shook her hand to interrupt her, afraid that she might actually follow the clues and figure something out.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she glanced around the living room and changed her tone: "Oh, right, I saw a watch in the kitchen earlier. That watch wasn't cheap. Did Mr. Lu come by?"

Following her gaze, a watch was indeed lying quietly on the coffee table.

A limited edition Rolex watch can be exchanged for a house.

Among those around Shen Zhiyi, only Lu Zichuan could afford such a watch.

She pursed her lips and softly hummed in agreement.

"Is he still cooking in the kitchen?"

Tan Gui guessed it immediately, and her eyes lit up instantly.

Shen Zhiyi hesitated for two seconds, then nodded again.

"How's it going? Any progress between you two?"

Tan Gui became interested, sat up straight, and leaned closer with sparkling eyes, like a cat that had caught a whiff of gossip.

Shen Zhiyi was distracted by her and forgot that she was the one who was originally going to question her.

Images of Lu Zichuan's cool fingertips as he applied the medicine to her surfaced uncontrollably in her mind, along with his apron-clad figure intently chopping vegetables in the kitchen...

She shook her head violently, trying to banish those images from her mind, and suddenly said, "By the way, Sisi, living here with you isn't a long-term solution. Besides, it's not very convenient for me to get to work from here, so I'm planning to rent a place near my company."

This was something she had thought of while she was reading.

Now that she and Lu Zichuan live in the same building, they see each other so often that the fluttering feeling in her heart is impossible to hide.

Moreover, Xu Zhesheng already knows her address, which is inconvenient for her in many ways.

Why not move to a different house?

Keep your distance, and you'll also avoid trouble.

"What? You're moving out?"

Tan Gui's voice instantly rose eight octaves, as if she had heard something out of the blue: "Why? We finally managed to live together, isn't that great? How is it inconvenient for work? Mr. Lu lives upstairs, right? You can just take his car to and from get off work every day, right? It'll even strengthen your relationship, killing two birds with one stone!"

Shen Zhiyi didn't know how to explain the tangled mess in her heart to her, so she just lowered her head and picked at her fingers, her voice muffled: "Don't worry, even if I move out, I'll still come to see you often. Besides, you're dating now. If I still live with you, what if you bring someone back one day? Wouldn't I be a third wheel and delay your progress?"

"Moreover, my cooling-off period for divorce is about to end, and after the divorce, my focus will be entirely on work. Living closer to the company will make it easier for me to give it my all."

She looked up, blinked at Tan Gui, and said in a deliberately relaxed manner:

"Don't you want to see me succeed soon?"

"But……"

Tan Gui wanted to say something more.

Almost all best friends dreamed of the same thing during their school days: living in the same house with their best friend after growing up, coming home from get off work to snuggle on the sofa to chat and watch TV shows, and going out shopping and eating hot pot together on weekends.

How great.

She waited for so many years, finally getting Shen Zhiyi to divorce and move in, and now, after only a short time, she's leaving?

She was extremely reluctant to part with him, and her feelings of grievance were almost overflowing.

"No buts!" Shen Zhiyi reached out and poked her soft cheek, her tone tinged with a helpless yet doting affection. "Are you suggesting I just stay here with you from now on? And never date or get married?"

When this topic came up, a hint of conflict appeared in Tan Gui's eyes.

She's new to dating, so she naturally knows what dating and living together means.

Shen Zhiyi saw through it, but she wasn't angry.

She knew in her heart that everyone has their own life to live.

The obligation to accompany someone is between husband and wife; no matter how good friends are, they cannot accompany each other for a lifetime.

She couldn't keep staying with Tan Gui because of her own avoidance, thus delaying the start of a new chapter in her life.

"Then you have to come visit me often in the future." Tan Gui pouted and said pitifully, like a puppy abandoned by its owner.

Shen Zhiyi was amused by her appearance, and a gentle light shone in her eyes: "Of course. When you're willing to bring that person out for me to see, I'll stick to you guys every day whenever I have free time, so you won't be able to escape me even if you want to."

The two chatted about various trivial matters, and before they knew it, it was eleven o'clock.

Shen Zhiyi yawned and waved her hand, "Alright, alright, that's enough, time to sleep."

Tan Gui was also a little tired, so she got up, walked over to her, gently hugged her, and whispered in her ear, "Goodnight, Zhizhi."

Goodnight, Meimei.

Shen Zhiyi patted Tan Gui on the back, feeling the warmth of her best friend.

Back in the bedroom, she pulled back the covers and lay down, but she didn't feel sleepy right away.

She's the kind of person who acts immediately once she's made a decision. Picking up her phone, she quickly downloaded several rental apps, leaving her phone number and preferred locations.

After doing all that, she placed her phone against her chest, unconsciously rubbing the back of the phone with the back of her hand. The cool touch gradually calmed her down.

She secretly calculated in her heart: her current savings were only enough to support her rent. After divorcing Xu Zhesheng and receiving the money, she could use it to buy herself a cozy little house. It didn't have to be big, but it had to be the kind of place she liked.

Thinking this, she habitually opened her WeChat Moments and scrolled through it to see what her colleagues were up to today.

However, the first thing I saw was Su Manman's recent post on WeChat Moments.

In the photo, a box of bright yellow durian flesh is placed on the dining table that she and Hsu Che-sheng chose together back then.

The caption was a string of smug emojis, as if showing off some spoils of war.

Shen Zhiyi glanced at it briefly, her gaze lingering on the box of durians for two seconds. Suddenly, she remembered many years ago when she excitedly bought a durian and brought it home, only to be disgusted by Xu Zhesheng, who said, "Can you not eat such a smelly thing in front of me? It's disgusting."

I thought some emotions would well up inside me, even a hint of bitterness or sarcasm.

Strangely, she only remembered that incident, but her heart remained stagnant, without the slightest ripple.