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

Shen Zhiyi was also stunned for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly, feeling that the two words sounded strangely jarring.

She hadn't heard that name from Xu Zhesheng's lips for far too long, especially since he had just recently frowned and questioned her in a accusatory tone, "Shen Zhiyi, are you really going to make things difficult for Manman?"

In just a short time, the way he addressed her changed, his attitude changed, and even the "Manman" he used to say has become a joke to be compared to.

Su Manman had finally managed to seize the opportunity to speak with Xu Zhesheng, so she was not willing to hand over her phone so easily.

She clutched her phone like it was some priceless treasure, then abruptly moved to the other side of the coffee table, ignoring her twisted high heel, her voice shrill enough to pierce eardrums: "No! Tell me where you are first! I'm coming to find you right now!"

"Su Manman!" Xu Zhesheng's tone instantly turned icy cold when he heard her still acting so unreasonable and shrewish; it was so sharp it could hurt your ears even through the signal.

"I'm warning you, you went to Zhiyi Company today to cause trouble and spread rumors. If she really cares, it wouldn't be unreasonable for her to call the police and have you arrested. She hasn't done anything to you because of me. If you keep going like this, I won't care anymore. You'll be spending two days in the police station, using your 'national little flower' title, so the whole industry can see what kind of person you really are!"

The digression here needs to be rewound ten minutes earlier.

As soon as Su Manman smashed the first teacup in the meeting room, the receptionist rushed up to report it.

However, Lu Zichuan was presiding over the quarterly strategy meeting at the time. His assistant, who was outside the meeting room, was holding the intercom receiver with sweaty palms. He didn't dare to push the door open and disturb him, and could only wait at the door.

It wasn't until Shen Zhiyi appeared in the office area that the assistant seized a break in the reporting session and whispered the situation to Lu Zichuan.

Lu Zichuan stopped twirling the pen in his fingers with a "click," his face still bearing the cold, stern expression he had maintained during the meeting.

Assistant Wang spoke up at the opportune moment, asking, "Mr. Lu, should I have someone call the police... or find someone to help Miss Shen..."

Lu Zichuan hesitated for two seconds, then turned to look at him, his voice low but carrying an undeniable sense of control: "No need, she can handle it herself. Go find Xu Zhesheng for me. No matter where he is, I want to hear his voice within ten minutes."

Assistant Wang immediately nodded: "Yes, Mr. Lu."

Ten minutes later, Lu Zichuan's men intercepted Xu Zhesheng in a one-bedroom apartment on the outskirts of the city's second and third ring roads. It was the residence of his good-for-nothing friend, Ai Junyu.

When I opened the door, the room was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol and cigarettes, making me wince.

Xu Zhesheng was huddled in the gap between the sofa and the corner of the wall. He had been wearing the same gray sweatshirt for who knows how many days. The collar was stained with dark yellow wine and instant noodle soup, and the sour smell could be smelled from half a meter away.

Seven or eight empty beer bottles were piled up at his feet, and half a bag of spilled peanut shells mixed with cigarette butts rolled all over the floor. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were unfocused, and he was slumped on the sofa in a daze. Hearing the noise, he waved his hand irritably and muttered, "Don't bother me."

The people who went in were startled, thinking he had bumped into something he shouldn't have. After rummaging through him, they discovered that he had simply been drinking heavily for three days straight and was in a daze.

After explaining his purpose, Xu Zhesheng heard that "Su Manman caused a scene at Shen Zhiyi's company," and he instantly sobered up. A surge of anger rushed to his head. He missed Shen Zhiyi so much, yet he didn't dare to bother her. Who did Su Manman think she was? How dare she run into her company and gossip about their past?

He leaned back against the sofa, which was filled with the smell of smoke, and looked at the energy-saving light bulb swaying on the ceiling. Suddenly, he regretted it.

He was completely swayed by Su Manman, feeling sorry for her because she was pregnant with his child and that he should take responsibility. He even went so far as to argue with Shen Zhiyi about divorce and go through a cooling-off period for her sake.

He was really stressed about having a child back then. He never thought that he would be the one who couldn't have children. So when he learned that Su Manman was pregnant, although he was scared and worried, joy outweighed most of his emotions.

Zhang Feng was also happy, and no one paid any attention to Shen Zhiyi.

But now that the truth has come out, he regrets it so much that he wishes he were dead.

The longer it went on, the less he wanted to have anything to do with Su Manman.

These days, he had vaguely heard rumors about Su Manman. It turned out that everything was fake. Not only was the child fake, but even the lie she told him about her first time was fake. She had already been with countless older men before...

He felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. He even thought that so what if Shen Zhiyi took 80% of his property? As long as he could get rid of Su Manman, he still had his skills and could make movies. He could slowly save up enough to support himself.

Lu Zichuan doesn't have to accept those subsidies.

"I understand. Give me ten minutes, I'll get ready."

Xu Zhesheng told the visitor in a hoarse voice that his legs were weak when he stood up by supporting himself on the sofa armrest.

He rushed into the bathroom and took a quick cold shower, water dripping down his hair. He searched through Ai Junyu's wardrobe, which was piled up like a mountain of garbage, and even looked through the cracks in the sofa, but couldn't find a single clean piece of clothing.

He never had to worry about this before. He would just throw his dirty clothes into the laundry basket and Shen Zhiyi would wash and dry them the next day. She would even iron his favorite cotton T-shirts until they were soft and fold them neatly, placing them next to his pillow. She would even keep his favorite hangover soup warm in the pot, waiting for him to drink it when he got home from his social engagements.

But now?

He's been with Su Manman for so long, and let alone hangover soup, he has to search for a clean change of clothes by himself for ages.

He stood in the smoke-filled living room, his pants soaking wet, and suddenly his eyes reddened. What on earth had he been messing around with all this time? He'd lost such a wonderful woman like Shen Zhiyi, and now Su Manman had driven him to the point where he didn't even have a clean set of clothes.

Meanwhile, in the other meeting room, Su Manman was still clutching her phone, refusing to let go. Hearing Xu Zhesheng's cold, harsh words, "Give the phone to Zhizhi," her face instantly turned as white as paper. Her nails dug into the phone case, leaving dents, and she stubbornly screamed, "What did you call her? Didn't you always call her Shen Zhiyi with a cold face? Now you're calling her so affectionately? Xu Zhesheng, are you crazy? I'm your fiancée!"

Before she could finish speaking, Xu Zhesheng had already lost his patience and coldly said, "If you don't give her the phone, don't even think about finding me again." This startled Su Manman, who instinctively handed the phone to Shen Zhiyi. However, she hesitated halfway through and froze in mid-air, her face turning bright red, looking like a clown jumping around.

Shen Zhiyi looked down at her unsightly state, then glanced at Lu Zichuan leaning against the sofa behind her. He was casually playing with his hands. When he saw her looking over, he raised an eyebrow at her indifferently, his eyes filled with a confident smile, as if everything was under his control.

Shen Zhiyi knew that he must have already contacted Xu Zhesheng, which was why he was so confident in letting her make the call just now.