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

"Zhizhi, what are you doing?"

Shen Zhiyi stared blankly at her phone for a second, almost not recognizing who it was.

When she and Xu Zhesheng were together, Zhang Feng would always call her with an arrogant tone, as if every word was coming out of her nostrils.

"Shen Zhiyi, I have a headache. Can you ask your best friend to get me some medicine from the hospital?"

"Shen Zhiyi, I don't want to cook today. You can come and cook after you get off work."

"Shen Zhiyi, come over this weekend to do the cleaning. It's a family activity, and you have to participate."

At that time, Zhang Feng was like an empress dowager sitting in the harem, and she was the maid who was at her beck and call.

As long as Zhang Feng gives the order, she has to immediately drop what she's doing and rush over.

If she happened to be unable to go, Zhang Feng wouldn't care what the reason was. She started calling once an hour, then once every half hour, and finally once every ten minutes, the phone ringing incessantly like a death knell.

If Shen Zhiyi dared not accept the answer, she would face Zhang Feng's endless questioning and torment when she returned, who would nag about a small matter over and over again for a whole week.

Over time, Shen Zhiyi's heart would instinctively skip a beat whenever she saw Zhang Feng's caller ID.

However, today, Zhang Feng's tone was more polite than it had been in the past five years, so gentle it was almost tender, like a loving mother chatting with her daughter-in-law.

Shen Zhiyi took a bite of bread, chewing it expressionlessly. "Eating breakfast. What's wrong?"

She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.

It's already past ten o'clock, and she's only having breakfast now, which means she just got up not long ago.

This kind of behavior of staying in bed late was absolutely forbidden in the Xu family before.

As long as Zhang Feng is around, he will drag Shen Zhiyi out of bed at six o'clock every morning to make breakfast.

In winter, the kitchen was as cold as an icebox. She was washing vegetables in front of the sink wearing only thin pajamas, her fingers turning red from the cold, while Zhang Feng was curled up on the sofa in the living room, eating sunflower seeds and watching TV, without even lifting her eyelids.

Xu Zhesheng had to eat by 7 o'clock; if he was even a minute late, Zhang Feng would nag him all day.

"When young people sleep in late, their blood and energy circulation suffers!"

"When I was pregnant with Hsu Che-sheng, I would get up at five o'clock to work!"

"Look at you, you can't even endure a little hardship. How will you take care of Ah Zhe in the future?"

Shen Zhiyi had heard such words countless times.

And what about Xu Zhesheng? He can sleep until he naturally wakes up. Zhang Feng doesn't even let him set an alarm clock, for fear of disturbing his rest.

Just as Shen Zhiyi was preparing to listen carefully to Zhang Feng's lecture and think about how to retort, the expected words of reproach did not come. Instead, Zhang Feng's gentle voice rang out.

"Eating breakfast so late?" Zhang Feng's concerned voice came from the other end of the phone. "Looks like you've had a tough week at work. You should sleep in! Young people should get some rest and not overwork themselves."

Shen Zhiyi: "..."

She almost choked on the bread in her mouth.

Has Zhang Feng changed her ways? Has the sun risen in the west?

She didn't answer, and Zhang Feng on the other end of the phone tentatively asked, "It's the weekend today. I heard your new company is closed for the holidays?"

Shen Zhiyi gave a soft "hmm," her voice as flat as if she were talking to a stranger.

"Then let's go home for dinner later!" Zhang Feng's voice brightened immediately, carrying a hint of ingratiating warmth. "Yesterday when Mom went to the supermarket, she bought your favorite salmon. It was especially fresh, and it was even the belly part that you like. You like seafood, right? So Mom also bought some crabs, fish, and conch, all alive, to be killed and cooked on the spot..."

She chattered on and on, her tone full of joy, as if she were not inviting her daughter-in-law home for dinner, but preparing for a grand family feast.

Shen Zhiyi stuffed the last bite of bread into her mouth, chewed it slowly, and then said, "No, I have something to do."

"Mom knows you're busy, but you should have time to eat a meal, right? You can eat first and then go back to work, it's the same." Zhang Feng's tone was soft yet persistent, as if she was afraid of being rejected.

"I'm on my period, so I can't eat seafood," Shen Zhiyi said, offering an excuse.

She had already figured it out in that instant; it was just that they didn't want her to divorce Xu Zhesheng.

To achieve this goal, they have now changed their tune.

Unfortunately, whether she genuinely reformed or was just putting on an act to achieve her goals, she didn't want to cooperate.

"Then Mom will make you something hot! How about some soup? You can't get cold during your period, so Mom will make you some red date and black chicken soup..."

Faced with Shen Zhiyi's indifference, Zhang Feng didn't mind at all. On the contrary, she became more and more determined, as if no matter what reason Shen Zhiyi gave, Zhang Feng could find a way to get back at her.

Shen Zhiyi is least adept at dealing with this kind of persistent and enthusiastic pursuit.

Especially when she has already come up with several reasons, and the other party is still persistent in coming up with solutions, she will feel a strange sense of powerlessness.

She pursed her lips and simply muted the phone, letting Zhang Feng talk to herself on the other end.

"Mom's making you some soup. Did you love drinking your mom's soup when you were little? It's good for girls to drink brown sugar and eggs during their period. Or should I make you some too... Zhizhi? Zhizhi, can you hear me?"

Quiet.

Shen Zhiyi carried the empty plate into the kitchen, turned on the tap, and the water gushed onto the porcelain plate.

She squeezed out some dish soap and carefully scrubbed the bread crumbs off the plate with a sponge, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she were using this task to process the inexplicable irritation in her heart.

After washing them, she dried the plates and neatly placed them in the cupboard.

When I came out, the phone call had already ended.

It seems that Zhang Feng talked to her silent phone for a long time, but when she found that she was not getting a response, she finally got bored.

The phone vibrated twice more, the screen lit up and then went dark again; it was two more calls from Zhang Feng.

But Shen Zhiyi immediately put her phone on silent mode, tossed it on the sofa, and went into the bedroom to start packing.

First, I didn't see it; second, even if I did see it, I didn't want to answer.

When she left Xu Zhesheng's house, she only brought one suitcase with her, along with a few changes of clothes and important items such as her ID card and passport. She originally thought she didn't have many clothes. Although she bought some later, she didn't have many. However, she didn't expect that after only staying at Tan Gui's place for a month, she could collect several boxes of things, all of which were her daily necessities, books she needed to read, and materials she needed for editing.

Before I knew it, I had collected several large boxes.

The most eye-catching item was a red velvet box. Shen Zhiyi gently opened it; it was the first job gift Lu Zichuan had given her when they had just met.

That necklace worth tens of millions.

Because it was so valuable, Shen Zhiyi had never worn it, which resulted in the box being covered in dust.

She reached out and gently wiped away the dust, then opened the necklace, revealing a sapphire necklace adorned with shimmering pink diamonds lying quietly inside.

Although the design is very simple, it exudes elegance and nobility from the inside out, just like Lu Zichuan.