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

"Anyway, Haozhi and I have discussed it, so let's just keep it a secret for now." Tan Gui spread her hands, her tone carrying a hint of resignation. "We'll tell her when we can't keep it a secret any longer, or when we have a plan for the next step."

She paused, then counted on her fingers: "She has a ton of things to do right now. She has to finish the divorce proceedings with Xu Zhesheng, and she also has to work for you. She's overwhelmed. We shouldn't add to her troubles."

Tan Gui originally wanted to add, "We still need to deal with her relationship with you," but when she glanced at Lu Zichuan's profile in the passenger seat, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

I don't know why, but making such ambiguous jokes in front of him always feels like I'm desecrating something. His calm and aloof aura makes people unconsciously want to remain respectful.

Lu Zichuan glanced at her in the rearview mirror, remained silent for two seconds, and nodded lightly: "Okay. This is between you two, I won't get involved."

He changed the subject, his tone now carrying a hint of warning: "But let me remind you, neither of you are very good actors. Be careful, Zhizhi is very smart, you probably won't be able to hide this for long."

The back seat fell silent for a moment.

Shen Haozhi touched his nose and gave a wry smile.

He had certainly thought about this question, even countless times.

But every time I think about it, I come to the same conclusion: it's not the right time to say it now.

Zhizhi had just escaped from that terrible marriage, and he didn't want to add any more psychological burden to her.

"...We'll be careful," he finally said.

Tan Gui suddenly leaned forward, her gaze landing on the back of Lu Zichuan's head, and asked curiously, "But Mr. Lu, since you said you didn't investigate us, how did you know we rekindled our old flame?"

The moment the question was posed, the air in the car seemed to freeze for a moment.

Lu Zichuan did not answer immediately.

He pursed his lips, his gaze falling on the streetlights rushing past the window.

How did he know?

Perhaps it's because he himself was the one who had been watching Shen Zhiyi from the shadows for over a decade.

That feeling of wanting to get close but not daring to, wanting to care but afraid of being discovered, and having your eyes unconsciously following someone... he was all too familiar with it.

He was so familiar with Shen Haozhi's gaze towards Tan Gui that he could tell with a single glance that it wasn't the look of an ordinary friend, but the look of someone who had been hiding their love for a long time and couldn't have it.

Especially Shen Haozhi's way of wanting to care but deliberately restraining himself, is exactly like himself.

But of course he wouldn't say these things aloud.

At least not now.

He turned his head and glanced at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror. His gaze was deep, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips, but he did not speak again.

Tan Gui wanted to ask more questions, but Shen Haozhi gently tugged at her arm.

She turned her head and met his slightly shaking gaze, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer.

Don't ask anymore.

Tan Gui pursed her lips, ultimately swallowing back all the questions that were swirling in her mind.

The car fell silent again, with only the deep hum of the engine and the occasional sound of the wind passing by outside the window.

Shen Haozhi leaned back in his chair, looking at the flowing night outside the window. A thought suddenly popped into his mind: the way Lu Zichuan looked at Zhizhi seemed... exactly the same as the way he looked at Tan Yi back then.

He couldn't help but recall what Lu Zichuan had said in front of everyone when he first returned to China: that he had a crush on Shen Zhiyi since college...

Could it be that he wasn't lying back then, but telling the truth?

The scenery outside the car was rushing past. Lu Zichuan didn't ask any more questions and drove them directly back to Tan Gui's residence.

And tonight, he didn't go back to his home, which he didn't usually live in anyway.

After seeing them off, he instructed his assistant, Wang, to drive away.

After they left, Shen Haozhi thought about it more and more and felt that the possibility in his heart was very high. For some reason, he felt a deep respect for Lu Zichuan.

To be able to keep one's love hidden for so many years, even waiting until one's own sister gets divorced, such patience is truly terrifying.

He pursed his lips and decided in his heart that he would definitely help Lu Zichuan after Shen Zhiyi and Xu Zhesheng got a complete divorce.

At least from a man's point of view, he is much better than a fool like Xu Zhesheng!

......

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Xu family...

Xu Zhesheng didn't go home for several days in a row, staying at Zhang Feng's place. He was able to eat, drink, and sleep well every day, and even had someone peel fruit for him. He didn't want to go back to hear that little bastard's crying or see the looks in Su Manman and Liu Tehui's eyes.

He had made up his mind. Although Lu Zichuan's offer was generous, it couldn't compare to Shen Zhiyi's return.

Even if all the assets are transferred to her name, they will still be husband and wife, and the money will ultimately belong to both of them.

Besides, Shen Zhiyi isn't a big spender; all that money ended up being spent on this family anyway.

As for the previous transfer of assets... it was nothing more than being brainwashed by Zhang Feng and being confused for a moment.

He has transferred all his assets back these days.

If Shen Zhiyi is willing, he can go with her to complete the formalities tomorrow and return all her belongings.

He believed he could win her back.

It was past eight o'clock in the evening when Xu Zhesheng, who had just finished dinner, was tossing and turning on the sofa. His mind kept replaying Shen Zhiyi's outfit that day and the image of Lu Zichuan appearing at her door.

I wonder what they're doing right now?

It's so late, shouldn't you be going home?

He was anxious and wished he could rush to their house immediately to check on the situation.

"Go ahead." Zhang Feng sat opposite her, slowly peeling an apple without even looking up, her tone filled with undisguised sarcasm. "Go knock on her door and let her see that you're still the same as before. If she's willing to turn back, I, Zhang Feng, will take your surname."

Xu Zhesheng had just sat up when he was told this, and he slunk back down.

But I just couldn't calm my mind.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Xu Zhesheng sprang up from the sofa as if he had a spring in his body, his eyes instantly lighting up: "I'll drive! I'll drive!"

"Maybe it's a trifoliate orange!"

He was chanting as he rushed towards the door, so fast that he didn't even have time to pick up his slippers and put them back on.

However, when the door opened, there was no sign of Shen Zhiyi.

Su Manman stood at the door wearing a black dress, her hair meticulously styled and her makeup exquisite. The moment she saw Xu Zhesheng, her eyes lit up.

"Zhe, I knew you were here with Mom." Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of aggrieved reproach. "You've been staying here for several days now, and I wanted to ask you... when are you going home?"

Xu Zhesheng's smile froze instantly, replaced by an overwhelming sense of irritation.

Su Manman seemed oblivious to his expression, taking a step forward and softening her voice even more:

"It was my mom's fault last time. She's always cooked like that, I'm used to it, but I forgot you're not. I've given her a good scolding these past few days, and she said she'll change. We bought a lot of groceries today, and we'll cook you a nice meal tomorrow..."

She paused, then looked up at him, her eyes filled with cautious anticipation:

"What do you think?"