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

Emerging from the haunted house, the sunlight outside was so intense it made my eyes sting.

Lu Han patted her chest, still shaken, her face pale. "Wow, that was really scary. I'll never play that again."

After she finished speaking with great conviction, she secretly glanced back at the two skull signs at the entrance of the haunted house and shrank back.

Shen Zhiyi followed behind, unusually quiet.

She kept her head down, her fingers unconsciously gripping the bag strap, her mind filled with that unexpected moment in the haunted house, the sensation of her lips brushing against his chin, which still made her heart race.

Lu Zichuan walked beside her, keeping an eye on her out of the corner of his eye.

He could tell what she was thinking. His thin lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say, "Don't mind it, it was just an accident," but he swallowed the words back.

Saying "Don't mind" would actually make it seem like he does care.

So, apart from Lu Han occasionally chattering away, saying things like "That skeleton was so scary," "Uncle, why are you blocking my way?" and "Aunt Zhizhi, are you scared too?", the two remained tacitly silent, neither of them speaking first.

As they walked towards the amusement park entrance, Lu Ziyang and Bai Qinghua, who had already contacted each other beforehand, were waiting by the roadside.

As soon as Lu Han saw them, she immediately shook off her fear and ran towards them, shouting, "Dad! Mom!"

"Oh, our Hanhan." Lu Ziyang picked her up and kissed her soft cheek. "How was it? Did you have fun today?"

Lu Han nodded vigorously, and the little girl's hair twitched as she said, "I'm so, so happy! Aunt Zhizhi isn't afraid of anything except ghosts, she's so amazing!"

After saying that, as if she had just remembered there was another person, she tilted her head and added, "Uncle is great too."

His tone was flat, and his perfunctory attitude was crystal clear.

One sentence made Lu Ziyang laugh out loud, and he ruffled his daughter's hair.

Bai Qinghua walked forward with a smile. Behind him was a super-large six-seater MPV, with several bodyguards scattered around, protecting him discreetly.

Bai Qinghua stepped forward and naturally took Shen Zhiyi's arm, speaking in a gentle tone as if she were talking to her own daughter: "You've worked so hard today. Let's go home for dinner. I specifically told Auntie that you prefer light flavors, so you should be able to eat it when we get home."

Shen Zhiyi nodded gently, the blush on her face not yet completely gone. Fortunately, Bai Qinghua was considerate and didn't ask any more questions.

Inside the car, the driver drove smoothly.

Lu Ziyang sat in the passenger seat, Bai Qinghua and Lu Han sat in the middle row, and Shen Zhiyi and Lu Zichuan sat in the last row.

Perhaps because we had exercised too much today, and the haunted house had taken a toll on our mental energy, no one spoke much after we got on the bus.

Lu Han lay on Bai Qinghua's lap and fell asleep soon after.

Shen Zhiyi was indeed exhausted. Leaning against the car window, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she unknowingly tilted her head and fell asleep.

When she woke up again, she felt a warm piece of fabric against her cheek and a cool, refreshing scent lingering around her nose.

She suddenly opened her eyes and found herself leaning on Lu Zichuan's shoulder, her head slightly tilted towards the crook of his neck.

Shen Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, as if she had been electrocuted, and she sat up straight immediately.

Lu Zichuan, who had been dozing off, was awakened by her movements. He opened his eyes slightly, turned his head to look at her, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

His voice was low and hoarse, like sandpaper gently rubbing against the eardrum.

Shen Zhiyi shook her head, but her ears burned uncontrollably: "N-nothing..."

Lu Zichuan glanced down at her, said nothing, gently pressed her shoulder, and quietly pulled her back into his arms, letting her lean against his chest, before closing his eyes again.

The movements were so natural, as if they had been done countless times.

"Thump"

"Thump"

The two were very close, and Shen Zhiyi could clearly hear her heartbeat.

He couldn't tell if it was his own or coming from his chest.

Their two heartbeats mingled together, their rhythms quickening until they were indistinguishable.

She felt uneasy and wanted to move, but Bai Qinghua in front of her happened to turn around and said in a very soft voice, afraid of waking Lu Han: "We'll be there in twenty minutes, you can take a nap a little longer."

In front of Lu Zichuan's family, Shen Zhiyi felt too embarrassed to keep her distance.

She could only purse her lips, stiffly nestled in his arms, and pretend to be nonchalant as she closed her eyes.

But even with my eyes closed, I just can't fall asleep.

Lu Zichuan was very hot; you could feel his body temperature even through the fabric of his shirt. He was like a warm piece of jade, and her temperature rose along with him.

She tried to remain calm, but her mind was racing like a barrage of comments, unable to stop.

A thought vaguely surfaced in my mind.

Perhaps... Lu Zichuan also likes her?

Otherwise, given his status and position, why would he need to find her to play the role of a fake girlfriend?

There were plenty of people in the industry who wanted to get close to him, but he chose her.

She wanted to look up and ask him, but she didn't know what kind of answer she wanted.

If he says, "Yes, you guessed right."

How should she respond?

There is a huge gap in their social status and the fact that she has just ended a failed marriage. Can they really be together?

But what if he says, "You're overthinking it. How could I possibly like you?"

How will she handle this situation?

His fingers clenched and unclenched between his knees, then relaxed and clenched again.

In the end, I decided to just forget about it.

Don't flatter yourself, Shen Zhiyi.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to suppress those chaotic thoughts.

So be it.

Lost in thought, exhaustion ultimately triumphed over clarity.

Her breathing gradually became long and even, and she really fell asleep in Lu Zichuan's arms.

The man holding her slowly opened his eyes after her breathing had completely calmed down.

He looked down at the person in his arms.

Her eyelashes drooped quietly, and her lips were slightly pursed, as if she was still struggling with something before falling asleep.

There was still a thin blush on her cheeks, I don't know if it was from sleeping or from when she was leaning against him.

He gave a very slight smile, and without making a sound, pulled the person closer to his arms and tightened his grip.

The light and shadow outside the car window swept past frame by frame, landing on the overlapping figures of the two people.

The car was quiet, with only the low hum of the engine.

But some things have changed quietly and imperceptibly.

Twenty minutes later, Shen Zhiyi slowly woke up. The car had already been parked in the garage of Lu Ziyang and Bai Qinghua.

Inside the car, only she and Lu Zichuan remained.

She jumped up with a "whoosh," and in her quick movement, she bumped her head, letting out a soft "Ah!" in pain.

Lu Zichuan quickly shielded her, his expression anxious: "What happened? Does it hurt? Are you injured?"

"I'll go have the housekeeper get you your medicine."

As he spoke, he was about to get out of the car to call for help.

While rubbing her head, Shen Zhiyi quickly grabbed his hand, afraid that he would make a fuss: "No need, no need, it was just a bump, I'm not hurt."

Lu Zichuan turned around and looked her over, as if to make sure she wasn't lying, before letting out a sigh of relief: "Why are you being so careless lately?"

Shen Zhiyi thought to herself, "Isn't it because you always do things that make me misunderstand?"

But she dared not say it.

He only asked, "Why didn't you call me when we arrived?"