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

As he spoke, he actually did it. With his long, well-defined fingers, he held the chopsticks and steadily picked up a thin, translucent shrimp dumpling. With his other hand, he held it loosely below, afraid that the soup might spill onto her light-colored knitted sweater. He then handed it to Shen Zhiyi's lips.

Shen Zhiyi's already flushed cheeks were now practically dripping blood, making her look like a freshly cooked red-shelled shrimp. Even the tips of her ears and the back of her neck were burning hot. She stammered and shrank back, "I...I...I can do it myself..."

She frantically reached out to take the chopsticks from his hand, but her fingertips froze the moment they touched the cool, slippery chopsticks.

The moment she moved, the chopsticks holding the shrimp dumplings wobbled, threatening to drop them. Her hand flailing in the air, caught between a rock and a hard place, like a cat held by the scruff of its neck, frozen in place, unable to move.

Seeing her flustered and disorganized state, Lu Zichuan, who had been holding back his laughter for a long time, couldn't hold it in any longer. A low laugh rolled out from his throat, and his eyes were filled with a soft tenderness.

He lowered his gaze to her bright red lips, his voice low and husky, with a hint of coaxing, yet also like an unquestionable command: "Open your mouth."

His gaze was like a hook, and Shen Zhiyi's mind went blank under his gaze. As if possessed, she actually opened her mouth slightly.

The bouncy and fragrant shrimp dumplings slid into her mouth with her chopsticks. Lu Zichuan moved very gently, his fingertips holding the chopsticks deliberately avoiding her lips, afraid that the hard chopsticks would poke her. He even slowed down when handing them over, afraid of burning her.

The moment the shrimp dumplings touch your tongue, the sweet and savory juices burst forth, and the tender shrimp meat is bouncy and refreshing. That familiar, authentic flavor, which can only be found in the old alleys of Guangzhou, instantly awakens your taste buds.

Shen Zhiyi's eyes lit up instantly, as if stars had fallen into them.

"It's so delicious..."

She murmured to herself unconsciously, swallowed hard, and her stomach, which had been weak from hunger, was instantly soothed. Her previously listless appetite was completely revived.

Even her previously tense and depressed mood seemed to be soothed by this steaming hot and delicious food. She even unconsciously gave Lu Zichuan a thumbs up, her eyes crinkling with amazement.

However, when that bright smile met Lu Zichuan's extremely faint yet mischievous eyes, it seemed to be paused.

Shen Zhiyi's smile froze for a moment, as if she had just realized what she had done. She had obediently opened her mouth to let him feed her and even praised how delicious it was with a satisfied look on her face.

She hastily looked away, her eyelashes fluttering, and pointed to the pair of chopsticks he was still holding, her voice weakening, "Um... just give them to me, I'll eat them myself..."

Lu Zichuan didn't insist and handed over the chopsticks.

The moment their fingertips touched, Shen Zhiyi's hand trembled slightly.

His fingertips were warm, with a reassuring heat, gently brushing against her slightly cool skin, like a warm breeze that passed by in an instant, yet touched her heart.

She quickly withdrew her hand and gripped the chopsticks tightly, as if that would suppress the unwanted throbbing in her chest.

Shen Zhiyi held the chopsticks, the warmth of his fingertips still lingering on her fingertips, making her ear tips burn again.

She dared not look at him again, and only lowered her head to pick at the rice in her bowl. The sweetness of the shrimp dumplings spread in her mouth, but she could not taste much flavor.

Her mind was filled with the image of his lowered eyes when he fed her, the warm touch of their fingertips, and the way he coldly said "there's no need for cooperation" that afternoon. These images combined to make her heart ache and feel confused.

She ate very slowly, her cheeks puffing out, but she couldn't help but glance to the side out of the corner of her eye.

Lu Zichuan didn't leave. He leaned against the edge of the table beside her, his long legs casually propped up. He didn't urge her or say anything. He just looked down at her, his gaze as deep as ink soaked in water, falling on the top of her hair, the tips of her ears, and the hand holding her chopsticks.

The gaze was so intense that she became extremely careful even when swallowing, almost choking on a mouthful of rice.

"Eat slowly." Lu Zichuan's voice suddenly fell, low and with a hint of uncontrollable softness. But as soon as he said it, he seemed to realize that he had broken his cold-faced boss persona. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and he added with a straight face, "If you choke and delay the progress, it's considered a breach of contract."

Shen Zhiyi was taken aback by these words, and the tenderness that had just risen within her vanished almost instantly. She thought to herself: Sure enough, the reason he came down to ask if she had eaten was simply because he was concerned about whether she could revise the film to her satisfaction on time while she was in good health.

She mumbled an "Mmm" under her breath and sped up her eating, her cheeks puffing out even more noticeably, like a cute hamster.

Halfway through her meal, a drop of soup accidentally landed on the corner of her lips.

Lu Zichuan's pupils contracted sharply. Almost instinctively, he reached out to wipe her hands, his fingertips already halfway up the ground, before he suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be a demanding boss, that he should be cold to her, and that he should keep his distance.

His hand froze in mid-air, his knuckles white with tension. In the end, he simply pulled out a tissue from the side and handed it to her, his voice cold and hard: "Wipe it off, it's filthy, what kind of appearance is this?"

Shen Zhiyi paused for a moment, took the tissue, touched the back of his hand with her fingertips, and then quickly withdrew them.

She wiped her lips and whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Lu." She emphasized the words "Mr. Lu" as if to remind herself, and also as if to remind him, that they were just superior and subordinate, nothing more.

These four words were like a fine needle, pricking Lu Zichuan's heart with pain.

He clenched his fists at his sides, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he almost blurted out, "Don't call me President Lu," but the words that came out were a colder, more forceful command: "Finish eating and revise it now. I need to see the final cut by midnight. If you don't finish, all your previous proposals are null and void."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the window, his back to her, his hands in his suit trouser pockets, but his ears were uncontrollably burning.

He was afraid that if he looked at her any longer, he would be unable to resist pulling her into his arms and telling her that all those cold words were lies. He felt sorry for her being hungry, for her staying up all night, and for the way she argued with tears in her eyes because of his words. But he was even more afraid that she would avoid him again, that she would not even want to see him.

As Shen Zhiyi watched his retreating figure, her fingers tightened around the tissue, her heart aching with a mix of emotions, including a bittersweet feeling and a touch of inexplicable grievance.

She looked at the empty food box on the table, then at the unfinished edit on the screen, and suddenly realized that this CEO Lu, who always had a cold face, was much more contradictory than she had imagined.

With her mind preoccupied with editing, she didn't really enjoy her meal. She finished eating in ten minutes and was just about to pack up and throw the food away when a pair of hands appeared beside her and took the food from her hands.

Lu Zichuan moved swiftly, quickly collecting the food containers and used napkins from the table. He then said, "Now that you've finished eating, get back to work. I'll wait for you upstairs."