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

Her expression was cold, she wouldn't even spare a glance, her eyes filled with impatience that said, "Get this over with quickly, don't waste my time."

The re-edited clips she had just watched gave her a new insight into cinematic language, and Su Manman's antics sparked some new inspiration.

At this moment, her mind was filled with timelines and special effects, and she just wanted to get back to her computer immediately and put this fleeting impulse into action.

However, Xu Zhesheng interpreted this eagerness to get rid of them as utter disgust.

The resentment of being abandoned surged to his throat. His fists clenched so tightly that veins bulged, and he almost wanted to point his finger at her and scream, "It's all your fault I've become this wretched state! How many times have I begged you to come back? Why did you leave me all alone in that mess? Do you know that after you left, Su Manman has completely neglected cleaning! The house is a pigsty, I don't even have a place to stand, I have to hide outside!"

"Nobody outside does my laundry or cooks for me. Do you know what kind of life I've been living these past few days?!"

"Now look what you've done! You actually look down on me? Shen Zhiyi, what gives you the right to look down on me?!"

He opened his mouth, and before he could even utter half a sound of the word "I," Lu Zichuan, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, raised his hand and slowly sat up straight.

He didn't say anything, but his unfathomable eyes swept over me, the coldness and threat in them more oppressive than any roar.

Xu Zhesheng swallowed the rest of his roar back, as if someone had choked him, his face turning red and white in turns.

His gaze fell on the paper on the table, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "What's this?"

Su Manman immediately grabbed his sleeve as if it were a lifeline, and complained in a tearful voice, "Ah Zhe, she forced me to sign this! You have to help me, I don't want to sign it. If I sign it, how am I supposed to face people in this industry afterward?"

Xu Zhesheng felt a pang in his heart, instinctively wanting to retort with a sarcastic remark: "Now you're scared? When you rushed in, smashing things and throwing a tantrum, didn't you think about the consequences?"

But as he was about to speak, looking at the woman in front of him who, despite her disdain, still clung to him tightly and didn't distance herself like the others, his disgust strangely dissipated somewhat.

In this room filled with an unpleasant odor, Su Manman became the only person who didn't mind him.

He bent down to pick up the statement, and with that movement, the sour, rotten smell emanating from him intensified.

Yang Chun'er finally couldn't take it anymore. She stood up abruptly, covering her nose and backing away: "Zhizhi, I'm going out for some fresh air. Call me if you need anything!"

After saying that, without waiting for Shen Zhiyi's response, she practically fled the reception room in her high heels, her flustered figure resembling a rabbit running away in panic.

Yang Chun'er's escape finally made Xu Zhesheng feel a little embarrassed, his ears turned red to the point of bleeding, but in front of Shen Zhiyi, he still forced himself to maintain the last bit of his ridiculous self-esteem.

To be fair, the statement was well-written, impartial, and even gave Su Manman a way out, making it a standard crisis management statement.

But seeing Shen Zhiyi's disdainful look, Xu Zhesheng's rebellious nature kicked in, and he absolutely refused to let her have her way.

He slammed the statement on the table, the paper making a crisp sound, and sneered, "We won't sign this."

Shen Zhiyi finally looked up at him, her eyes calm and unwavering: "Su Manman just agreed to my request. As long as I call you, as long as you appear in front of her, she will sign the papers."

If he hadn't heard these words, Xu Zhesheng might have still harbored a sliver of hope, thinking that her taking the initiative to call meant she still cared about him, even if it was just a little bit.

But at this moment, this pitiful fantasy was shattered by a single, casual remark from her.

It turns out that she contacted him not out of concern or because of past feelings, but simply because it was a transaction, a transaction to get this signature.

What he perceived as a heartfelt journey was, in her eyes, nothing more than a matter of official business to be dealt with.

"That was something she agreed to unilaterally."

Xu Zhesheng's temper flared completely. He crossed his arms, stuck out his neck, and put on a shameless face, as if to say, "We just won't sign, what can you do about it?"

"Moreover, this statement involves my privacy. Without my consent, what right does she have to sign it? Let alone send it out."

He straightened his back, trying to intimidate people with a bluff.

Shen Zhiyi didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, but Lu Zichuan had completely lost his last bit of patience.

His face darkened, and he raised a finger very slightly towards the door.

The two security guards standing outside the door received the order instantly and strode in.

Since Su Manman's premature birth, Lu Zichuan had replaced the old man who used to guard the gate with a professional bodyguard from a top security company in Beijing for the sake of General's safety.

The two men who entered were both over 1.85 meters tall. Their black suits were stretched taut by their bulging pectoral and bicep muscles without a single wrinkle, and their arms were so thick that they could lift an adult man with one hand.

The riot batons they carried gleamed coldly, and their full tactical gear exuded a menacing aura that kept strangers at bay.

The moment these two stood there, the air pressure in the entire reception room instantly dropped to a suffocating level, even Xu Zhesheng's inexplicable confidence was forcibly suppressed.

"What are you going to do?"

Xu Zhesheng's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he swallowed hard, and he shouted, his voice trembling with fear.

"Lu Zichuan! Even if this is your territory, you dare to use force to force us to sign something? That's illegal! Be careful, I'll sue you for assault and bankrupt you!"

Lu Zichuan seemed to have heard a joke, his face expressionless as he twitched the corner of his mouth, his voice icy cold:

"Fine. Before you take me to court, I'll call the police first and send you all to jail for Su Manman's illegal intrusion into the company, disruption of office order, and public defamation of my company's employees."

As soon as he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers crisply with his right hand.

At some point, Assistant Wang, who was standing nearby, stepped forward and held up his phone screen, where the three bright red "110" numbers were particularly glaring.

"Instead of going through the trouble of proving one's innocence, it's better to let the police handle the case; that's more credible."

Lu Zichuan slowly adjusted his cuffs, looked at Xu Zhesheng with a half-smile, his eyes full of sarcasm, "I have to thank Director Xu for the reminder, which gave me a new idea."

Xu Zhesheng and Su Manman's faces instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Once the police get involved, this is no longer a scandal that can be covered up within the industry; it will leave a criminal record.

Su Manman was terrified, her small hands clutching Xu Zhesheng's sleeve tightly, her voice trembling: "Zhe... what do we do? If the police come, this will be impossible to cover up!"

Xu Zhesheng was annoyed by her tantrums, and his pent-up anger finally found an outlet. He glared at her fiercely: "Why didn't you think you'd be in trouble when you came to cause trouble? Now you're scared?"

Su Manman was about to throw a tantrum and scream when he yelled at her, but then she remembered that she had finally found him and didn't want to make him run away again. So she tearfully said, "It's your fault for not answering my calls... I was so worried I lost my mind..."

Xu Zhesheng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his agitation. His gaze lingered on the statement for a moment, and he pursed his pale lips, finally giving in, though his tone still carried a hint of unwilling arrogance: "This signature... is acceptable. But it must be done my way."