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

The next day, Shen Zhiyi and Lu Zichuan confirmed that the editing department staff who had worked overtime the previous day could leave an hour early, and then brought the news back to the department.

The once quiet editing department instantly erupted into chaos.

"Wow! Really?!"

"Leaving an hour earlier means no traffic jams! That's great!"

"Thank you, Sister Zhi!"

"Yes, yes, it must have been Sister Zhi who applied for it for us. Thank you, Sister Zhi!"

Several perceptive individuals immediately began to flatter Shen Zhiyi.

She waved her hand and smiled, "It's all thanks to General Manager Lu for understanding everyone's hard work, but the premise of leaving get off work early is to complete today's tasks with high quality and quantity. If you don't finish, you can't leave work."

"receive!"

The editing department displayed unprecedented enthusiasm; no one chatted in the office anymore, everyone was focused on their computer screens, racing against time to complete their tasks.

Those who didn't work overtime yesterday were now filled with regret, their faces turning green. They secretly resolved to follow Shen Zhiyi's lead from now on, doing whatever she did, believing that following this lucky star was the right thing to do.

The day passed by quite ordinary.

Shen Zhiyi left work on time, bought groceries according to her usual route, and was about to go home when she saw Xu Zhi at the entrance of the community.

He was wearing a gray T-shirt and faded jeans, leaning against the wall smoking.

Seeing her approach, he casually stubbed out his cigarette and gave her a slightly awkward smile: "Zhizhi, long time no see."

Shen Zhiyi was slightly taken aback.

Since her last visit to the hospital, she had seen Zhang Feng, Xu Zhesheng, and Su Manman, but she had never seen her former father-in-law.

Since she married Xu Zhesheng, her relationship with her father-in-law has never been very deep.

Having grown up doing farm work in the countryside when he was young, he found it difficult to adjust to city life, often spending his days glued to his phone or watching TV. But if any of the household appliances broke down, he was sure to fix them.

Shen Zhiyi wasn't a talkative person either, and the two of them barely exchanged a few words, at most a few polite greetings.

Before, she only respected him because he was Xu Zhesheng's father, but now, standing here and looking at the man in front of her, she didn't know whether to call him "uncle" or "dad".

She pursed her lips and asked, "What brings you here?"

Xu Zhi gave a humble smile: "Zhizhi, you're back? Are you tired from work?"

"fine."

Shen Zhiyi didn't know Xu Zhi's purpose, and a sense of wariness instinctively rose in her heart.

To be fair, Xu Zhesheng's gentlemanly demeanor is largely inherited from Xu Zhi. Even though he worked in the countryside for many years and only had a junior high school education, he possesses a calm and refined air that makes it difficult for people to dislike him.

"Are you busy later?" Xu Zhi asked again. "Don't be nervous, I'm not here to cause you trouble. We've been family for so many years, I just wanted to come and see you. Do you have time to have a meal together?"

"If it's inconvenient, I can come another day."

He was very easygoing, with his hands hanging awkwardly at his sides, as if he were just passing by and stopped by to see her.

Xu Zhi knew very well that Shen Zhiyi was a girl who responded better to gentle persuasion than force.

If someone were to rush over aggressively like Zhang Feng, with her education and intelligence, she could silence them with just a few words.

Only this method of retreating to advance is the most effective.

Sure enough, a hint of hesitation flashed in Shen Zhiyi's eyes. Her gaze lingered for a moment on his faded jeans and slightly awkward smile before she finally nodded: "It's nothing. But I need to go upstairs and put the groceries down first."

For safety reasons, she did not plan to bring Xu Zhi home.

Bringing a former father-in-law, a single man and woman, home is extremely inappropriate.

She planned to take him out to eat in public, so that she wouldn't be so passive no matter what Xu Zhi said or did.

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhi smiled and nodded: "Okay, you go and release it, I'll wait for you here."

Half an hour later, Shen Zhiyi came down wearing a plain beige coat.

Knowing that Xu Zhi preferred home-style cooking, she randomly found a home-style restaurant with decent reviews on her phone.

It was lunchtime, and the restaurant was quite crowded. The surrounding area was filled with diners, and the noisy atmosphere gave Shen Zhiyi a great sense of security.

She found a seat near the aisle and ordered several dishes, all of which were Xu Zhi's favorite flavors.

She thought to herself that since the person had come all this way, they were a guest and it was only right to take care of them.

But in Xu Zhi's eyes, this became proof that his daughter-in-law still cared about them.

It seems that coming today was the right decision.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't show it on his face. He casually brought up a few topics to put Shen Zhiyi at ease, as if it were just a friendly chat: "How's your new job? Is anyone bullying you in the office? Are you settling in well?"

"It's alright, no one is bullying me, I'm quite used to it," Shen Zhiyi replied politely, responding to every question, but her tone was neither warm nor cold.

Xu Zhi was not discouraged and asked a few more unimportant questions, such as whether the old shop in the west of the city was still there and whether she was used to living outside now.

Shen Zhiyi pursed her lips, responding half-heartedly, but a strange feeling lingered in her heart. Could it be that Xu Zhi and Zhang Feng had quarreled? Before, when the two were at home, they barely exchanged ten words a day. Why were they talking so much today? And they even came all the way to have dinner with her…

The two chatted awkwardly until the food was served.

Shen Zhiyi picked up the serving chopsticks, ladled a bowl of rice for Xu Zhi, and placed it in front of him, saying gently, "Please try it and see if it suits your taste."

Xu Zhi's smile deepened, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out: "Zhizhi, you're still the same as before, so caring towards everyone in the family. With you here, we old folks don't have to worry about anything."

Something about that sounds a little strange.

Shen Zhiyi frowned, smiled faintly, and didn't reply. She scooped herself a bowl of rice and ate quietly.

Xu Zhi picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, chewed it a few times, and then spoke again.

His voice suddenly lowered, becoming gentle and wistful with a hint of reminiscence: "I still remember it. Three years ago, I had a stomachache. Zhe's mother grew up in the countryside, and no matter what illness she had, she always liked to go to the village doctor to get some Chinese medicine to brew. After all, that's how we grew up, and we thought we could just tough it out."

"Ah Zhe is busy with work, and we rarely see him except for occasional weekend visits. You're the one who takes care of us most of the time."

He paused, gently placing his chopsticks on the edge of the bowl, his gaze fixed on Shen Zhiyi's calm face: "But that time, after drinking the medicine Ah Feng brewed, my stomach pain not only didn't subside, it got even worse. Ah Feng said the medicine needed time to take effect and told me to bear with it a little longer. It was you who came to see us in the middle of the night and found me covered in cold sweat from the pain. Without saying a word, despite the torrential rain outside, you carried me on your back and ran to the hospital..."

At this point, Xu Zhi's eyes welled up with tears, and his voice became hoarse: "When the doctor examined me, his face changed color. In less than ten minutes, he rushed me into the emergency room. He later told me it was an acute perforation of a stomach ulcer. If I had been brought in half an hour later, I would have died."

He looked at Shen Zhiyi, and the glint of tears finally turned into a glistening tear, hanging in the corner of his eye: "Speaking of which, you are still my savior."