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

The Xu family.

Xu Zhesheng hurried home, and Su Manman chased after him until her heels were blistered, but she couldn't get him to stop even once.

"Ah Zhe!"

Seeing Xu Zhesheng about to close the door, Su Manman called out and used her body to block the door: "Are you going out again now that you're back?"

"Is there any news on when our movie will be released?"

What she wanted to ask most was, "When are we going to get our marriage certificate?" But looking into Xu Zhesheng's eyes, Su Manman didn't dare to ask.

"Keep an eye on your child. If I hear her cry again, I'll throw her out!"

Xu Zhesheng pointed to the crib in the living room, spoke in a cold voice, and then slammed the door shut.

He raised his hand and smelled the odor on his body, which he had picked up from Ai Junyu. He never expected that the person who was always so nice when he asked him out would have such a mess at home. There wasn't a single clean piece of clothing in the entire wardrobe, and he also loved to smoke, so the whole room reeked of smoke. When he walked into the kitchen, even the floor was slippery, not to mention the kitchen utensils. The sink and toilet tiles in the bathroom were covered with yellow stains.

If it weren't for Su Manman being so annoying, Xu Zhesheng felt he would never have lived in such an environment in his life.

At first, he couldn't get used to it at all. He thought the sofa was dirty and he couldn't sleep. He felt stomach pain from eating takeout. He wanted to cook for himself, but firstly, the kitchen was too disgusting for him to walk in. Secondly, after being carefully taken care of by Shen Zhiyi for so many years, he had forgotten how to make even the most basic tomato and egg stir-fry. When he was extremely depressed, he would go downstairs to buy a bag of melon seeds and drink alcohol while eating them. Over time, he was almost assimilated by Ai Junyu.

It wasn't until today, when he walked into the magnificent and brightly lit Jiangxing office and saw the expressions on the faces of Shen Zhiyi, Lu Zichuan, Su Manman, and the other employees, that he realized how slovenly he had been living during this period.

The thought of Shen Zhiyi saying in a cold tone, "Don't you know whether it smells good or not?" made him so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into a hole.

At the same time, his pitiful self-esteem was growing wildly.

Shen Zhiyi never used to look down on him, but now she dares to look down on him. He will definitely go back to the time when she was fascinated by him!

Thinking this, he took off all his clothes, then threw them into the trash can without looking at them again.

He wanted to find a suitable set of clothes to change into, but when he opened the wardrobe, he was stunned.

The wardrobe was divided into two sides.

On one side were his clothes, and on the other side were Su Manman's clothes.

She didn't know when she had put the clothes in without his permission.

The wardrobe also became a two-sided mess. On one side were Su Manman's clothes. She didn't have the habit of folding clothes casually. They were either hung up or just thrown into the wardrobe, all crumpled up in a mess. Originally, the pile of clothes only took up half of his wardrobe, but now it had collapsed and pressed down on his side.

His clothes, apart from the pile mixed with Su Manman's, were all neatly folded and arranged in the wardrobe. Once the wardrobe was opened, each piece of clothing could be clearly seen, arranged in a neat manner according to the shade of color, making them easy to find.

Xu Zhesheng stared at the mess on one side, remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and roughly pulled out Su Manman's pile of crumpled clothes, throwing them on the ground.

He walked to his side and his fingertips touched a neatly folded shirt.

The fabric was crisp and angular, bearing the marks of Shen Zhiyi's warm hands.

He had never paid attention to these things before.

In his memory, the clothes were always clean, the wardrobe was always tidy, and the house was always spotless.

He naturally assumed that all of this happened as naturally as sunrise and sunset.

Shen Zhiyi did it casually, without lifting a finger.

He would even occasionally nitpick, complaining that the necklines of the sweaters she folded weren't stiff enough, or that the clothes hangers she placed weren't spaced evenly enough.

But at this moment, when he tried to fold a T-shirt that Su Manman had messed up, his clumsy fingers just wouldn't obey him.

The sleeves were folded crookedly, and the hem was rolled up into a ball; it looked awkward no matter how you looked at it.

He tried several times, but the T-shirt in his hands was like a lump of unruly dough, a world apart from the sharply defined works of art that Shen Zhiyi had folded next to him.

Unconvinced, he grabbed another shirt.

How do I turn up the collar? How do I fold the sleeves in so they don't bulge? His mind was a complete mess.

Previously, these movements were fluid and effortless in Shen Zhiyi's hands, and she could complete one in just a few seconds.

Now, after struggling for so long, he still hadn't folded a single piece of clothing properly, and beads of sweat were starting to appear on his forehead. A strange sense of irritation welled up inside him.

He stopped what he was doing, leaned against the wardrobe door, and looked at the scene before him.

On one side were his clothes, folded haphazardly like a pile of trash; on the other side were the clothes left behind by Shen Zhiyi.

Even after she left, the order remained alarmingly neat.

An unprecedented sense of frustration gripped him tightly.

It turns out that what he thought were casual actions actually required a lot of patience and effort.

So, she had been doing so much quietly every day in this house, where he couldn't see her.

Folding clothes, organizing the wardrobe, cooking, cleaning... these trivial tasks that he once looked down upon now felt like silent slaps to his face.

He always thought that Shen Zhiyi couldn't live without him and depended on him.

Only now do I realize that all these years, he has actually been relying on her, relying on her to manage his life so well, relying on her to arrange everything so perfectly, allowing him to comfortably be a hands-off manager and focus all his energy on his so-called career and art.

He took everything she did for granted, and even when she filed for divorce, he felt she was ungrateful.

Looking at the neat half of the wardrobe now, and recalling his experience with Ai Junyu, he belatedly realized what he had lost.

She was not just a wife, but a pillar who managed his life meticulously, allowing him to live in his own world without any worries.

He slumped down, looking at the tattered T-shirt he had folded on the floor. For the first time, he clearly felt the weight of the word "home," and the kind of shelter the woman he had pushed away had once provided for him.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting on the ground, so long that his legs were numb and the water in the bathroom had overflowed, flowing down the floor. Only then did he slowly move his body, get up and go into the bathroom, soaking himself in the bathtub full of water. The water that hit his face overwhelmed his breath, and a few bubbles came out of his mouth.

The feeling of suffocation was unbearable, but he didn't want to get up at all.

It would be good if he just sank down like this, and when he opened his eyes again, it was all a dream... That would be good...