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

"If you can't find it, keep looking!"

Lu Ziyang was about to be driven crazy by his silly younger brother.

How come someone who is usually so decisive and shrewd in the business world becomes such a completely different person when it comes to matters of the heart, acting incredibly stupid?

"The general idea is to make her feel that you don't have anything special for her, so that she can lower her guard. It's that simple."

Lu Zichuan remained silent for a few more seconds. The office was so quiet that only his barely audible breathing could be heard.

He seemed to have all his strength drained away in an instant, leaning back in the wide leather chair and letting out a low, hoarse "Okay, I understand."

"Zichuan, don't listen to your brother's nonsense, think it over carefully. If you need your sister-in-law's help, just give me a call anytime!"

Bai Qinghua noticed Lu Zichuan's frustration and gently added in a conciliatory tone.

She even gently patted Lu Ziyang's hand, signaling him not to go too far.

Lu Zichuan paused for a moment, then his tone softened: "Okay, I understand, thank you, sister-in-law."

"I've given you the method; you can't back out on that villa!"

Before hanging up the phone, Lu Ziyang emphasized it again, his tone filled with undisguised smugness.

This was a treasure he had been eyeing for over a year, and today he could finally rightfully get his hands on it.

"I know." Lu Zichuan's voice carried a hint of helplessness. "I'll transfer the name to your name tomorrow."

The next day, Shen Zhiyi arrived at the company right on time as usual, turned on her computer and started editing as usual, and made herself a cup of Americano in the break room as usual. Everything seemed no different from usual.

She thought she had successfully retreated into her shell.

Five minutes before I was about to leave work, the internal phone on my desk rang.

"Ms. Shen, Mr. Lu requests your presence here." It was Assistant Wang's voice, calm and respectful, without any unnecessary emotion.

Shen Zhiyi's hand holding the mouse suddenly stopped.

Go upstairs? To the CEO's office?

That means spending time alone with Lu Zichuan.

She had been avoiding him for over a week, even sending Yang Chun'er to deliver the proposal. She didn't want all her efforts to be in vain today. She had to wait until she moved and completely distanced herself from Lu Zichuan before she could talk to him again...

She hesitated for two seconds, then asked tentatively, "Is there something wrong? I still have some editing to finish, or... should I have Chun'er come up?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Yang Chun'er, who had been idly picking at her eraser, suddenly brightened up and sprang to her feet like a spring: "Great! Great! I'll go! I was just about to ask President Lu about that scene transition issue!"

"no."

Assistant Wang's voice came through the receiver, crisp and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation: "President Lu said this matter concerns the overall direction of the editing and needs to be discussed with you again. You must come up. He will wait for you in his office, even after get off work."

After saying that, the call was immediately disconnected.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Shen Zhiyi stared at the phone screen where the call had been disconnected, her lips pressed into a thin line.

It seems she... can no longer find any reason not to go.

Yang Chun'er shrank back with a regretful look on her face, muttering softly, "Sigh, I didn't get to see President Lu again..."

Shen Zhiyi took a deep breath, resignedly saved the project documents, and packed everything into her bag one by one.

She stood up, straightened her collar in front of the mirror, and subconsciously checked her hair to make sure it wasn't messy.

After doing all that, she realized what she was doing and slapped her face in annoyance.

"Why are you so nervous? You're just going to give a work report!"

She steeled herself, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the button for the top floor.

Outside the CEO's office, a row of assistants were busy with their heads down.

Pei Jin sat at her workstation, looked up and saw her, and immediately greeted her with a smile: "Zhizhi's here!"

That smile was bright and natural, like the warm winter sun.

But as soon as Shen Zhiyi saw Pei Jin, her mind went blank for a moment, and she instantly recalled the ambiguous and inexplicable moments she had with Lu Zichuan in the kitchen a while ago.

The curve of his profile as he bent down to chop vegetables, the slightly cool fingertips as he put a band-aid on her, the unfathomable depths of his eyes as he stood in the kitchen doorway watching her back...

She felt inexplicably guilty, as if she had been caught doing something wrong.

Although she and Lu Zichuan hadn't done anything, she still felt... a little guilty towards Pei Jin.

She smiled slightly at Pei Jin in response, then quickly walked to Assistant Wang's workstation, bent down, and whispered in his ear, "Assistant Wang, what is it that President Lu wants to see me about? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Assistant Wang looked up from the computer screen, her expression as professional and calm as ever: "It seems to be about editing. Mr. Lu has some new ideas and would like to discuss them with you in detail. You'll find out when you go in."

After he finished speaking, he gestured with his chin toward the heavy solid wood door.

Shen Zhiyi followed his gaze and saw that the door stood there silently, like an entrance to an unknown judgment seat.

She swallowed hard, gripped the folder in her hand tightly, and took the final step toward that door.

"Knock knock".

She raised her hand and gently knocked twice on the heavy solid wood door with her knuckles.

"Enter."

Lu Zichuan's voice came through the door, steady and deep, without a trace of extra warmth.

Shen Zhiyi took a deep breath and carefully pushed open the door.

She didn't walk straight in, but stopped by the door like a wary cat, tentatively asking, "Mr. Lu, you wanted to see me?"

Seeing her reluctant expression, as if she were ready to turn around and run away at any moment, a hint of sadness flashed across Lu Zichuan's eyes.

His hands, hanging by his sides, tightened slightly. She was standing so far away from him, as if separated by an entire galaxy.

But he quickly suppressed that emotion and resumed his usual aloofness and indifference as a CEO.

He nodded slightly to her, tapped his long, slender fingers lightly on the table, and pointed to the sofa opposite him: "Sit."

Shen Zhiyi moved hastily and sat down on the single sofa furthest away from him, his back straight and his hands neatly placed on his knees.

"Have you been very busy lately?"

Lu Zichuan spoke, his tone revealing no emotion.

Shen Zhiyi subconsciously picked at her fingers, forcing an awkward smile: "I'm not that busy... just a little..."

"No rush, is this how you cut it?"

Before she could finish speaking, Lu Zichuan suddenly turned the laptop in front of him around.

The screen was playing a full-screen clip she had edited.

She glanced at it briefly and found no problems; the rhythm, transitions, and color scheme were all perfectly in line with the previous plan.

But Lu Zichuan's expression was unusually serious, his brows furrowed slightly, as if some huge mistake had occurred on the screen.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Lu?"

Since it concerned work, Shen Zhiyi temporarily put aside those messy thoughts, stood up and walked to his desk, bowing slightly as if she were humbly asking for advice.

"Shen Zhiyi".

Lu Zichuan, unusually, called her by her full name.

His voice was deep and unreadable, yet it inexplicably made Shen Zhiyi's heart tighten.

She subconsciously looked up, her gaze meeting his extremely pale eyes.

But those eyes no longer held the faint tenderness they once held when they looked at her.

At this moment, the way he looked at her was no different from how he looked at any subordinate who had made a mistake; there was only scrutiny and a trace of undeniable... dissatisfaction.