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

"Yes." She nodded. "We just moved here, and we don't have much food at home, so we can only make do with simple meals."

She paused, her tone becoming lighter, "Speaking of which, I was thinking of going to the supermarket after get off work today to buy some things to stock up on."

The sandwich was still warm in his hand. He unwrapped the parchment paper, and the ingredients inside were clearly visible.

The golden-brown toast, infused with the aroma of eggs, is filled with lettuce, tomato slices, fried eggs, and ham—a refreshing and well-balanced combination. Each layer is neatly arranged, with the edges cut cleanly.

He lowered his head and took a bite.

The toast is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, with a slightly charred aroma from being fried in egg. The lettuce is crisp and tender, the ham is just the right amount of salty, and the egg is so tender it almost melts on the tongue.

The sandwich has distinct layers of flavor, is neither oily nor greasy, and the warm toast wraps around the refreshing vegetables, making your stomach feel warm and cozy after one bite.

It tasted so much better than any sandwich he could grab at a convenience store after working overtime until the early hours of the morning.

"How is it?" Shen Zhiyi stood to the side, her fingers unconsciously twisting the edge of the paper bag.

Lu Zichuan slowly swallowed the sandwich, glanced down at the half-eaten food in his hand, and then looked up at her.

The morning light fell on her face, and her pleading look made his heart melt.

"It's delicious," he said.

Shen Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief, a smile involuntarily spreading across her face, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons: "This is the simplest sandwich style. I can make others too. If you like, I can bring you one every day, how about that?"

"I need to eat it anyway, so making one or two is the same as making it."

every day.

These two words were like a sugar-coated pebble, gently splashing into Lu Zichuan's heart, causing ripples to spread outwards in circles.

He couldn't have gotten what he wanted.

He took two bites of the sandwich, but couldn't bear to finish it. He put the rest back in his pocket, then said to Shen Zhiyi, "Let's go, let's go to work first."

Shen Zhiyi didn't pay much attention and simply followed him into the car.

Actually, this residential area is only about ten minutes away from the company, so I don't know why Lu Zichuan chose to drive.

But then she thought about it again. If she just followed Lu Zichuan into the gates of the General Star Academy so casually, she would attract a lot of criticism. Suddenly, she felt that driving was pretty good.

They arrived at the company quite early; not many people were there yet, and there were only the two of them in the elevator.

Goodbye, Mr. Lu.

After the elevator stopped at the editing room floor, Shen Zhiyi waved to Lu Zichuan and walked towards the office.

"Wait for me in the office after get off work."

Lu Zichuan's deep voice came from behind.

Shen Zhiyi turned around, smiled at him, and replied, "Okay."

Upon arriving at the editing room, to everyone's surprise, Yang Chun'er, who always arrives on time, was the first to arrive.

She was still wearing haute couture from a luxury brand, but her face was unusually bare.

Without her usual glamorous and exquisite makeup, her hair was casually tied into a bun, and two dark circles under her eyes almost reached her cheekbones. She looked as if all her energy had been drained overnight, and even her five-figure outfit couldn't convey her usual arrogance.

When Shen Zhiyi came in, she didn't even have the strength to jump up from her chair. She just listlessly raised one hand and waved to her, "Good morning, Zhiyi."

Shen Zhiyi put down her bag and walked over, her brows furrowing slightly: "Who... bullied you?"

Yang Chun'er wore a bitter expression, resting her chin on her hands, looking like a sculpture drenched in rain: "Sigh, life..."

It looked as if they had suffered some devastating blow.

"Zhizhi, tell me, what is love?"

When such a philosophically profound question came out of Yang Chun'er's mouth, Shen Zhiyi almost thought she had misheard.

She frowned, puzzled. "What's wrong? Have you been hurt in love again?"

Yang Chun'er raised her head, her cat's eye nail polish gleaming sadly under the fluorescent light: "It's not just the trauma of love, but also the trauma of family and career. This damn world seems to be targeting me."

"What happened?" Shen Zhiyi pulled out a chair next to her and sat down.

"What else could it be?" Yang Chun'er blinked dejectedly. "Yesterday, my uncle took my little nephew to the amusement park, and guess who they saw?"

Upon hearing the words "amusement park," Shen Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be such a coincidence?

"Who...who did you see?" she stammered.

"President Lu!" Yang Chun'er slammed her hand on the table, making the keyboard vibrate. "He's not only with another woman, but he also has a child with her!"

"My uncle said the child looked about three or four years old, and was incredibly beautiful. As for the woman next to President Lu, my uncle said she was like a celestial being. You don't know my uncle; he's notoriously picky. He even thinks the hottest female celebrities of the moment are just average. Just imagine, if he said that, how beautiful must that woman be?"

"But that's not the point!"

"I already accepted his relationship with Pei Jin, and now you're telling me he was at an amusement park with a woman and a child!"

"Then what are he and Pei Jin?"

"I've started shipping them both!"

She looked utterly heartbroken, covering her face with her hands: "I always thought President Lu was a rare good person, after all, I'd never seen him get close to any woman in all these years. Who knew he was bisexual!"

"My entire worldview has been shattered!"

"And!" she said, her voice trembling with emotion, "After my family found out about this, they told me to never think about President Lu again. They even told me to resign from Jiangxing and go back to learn how to run the company!"

"What did I do to deserve this?!" Yang Chun'er clutched her head, looking like she was about to cry. "Why am I always the one who gets hurt?!"

Shen Zhiyi sat in the chair, outwardly looking shocked, but inwardly she was in turmoil.

She knew perfectly well that the person among Yang Chun'er's uncles was her and Lu Zichuan's little niece.

But she couldn't very well tell Yang Chun'er that one of the two people she was talking about was herself, and the other was Lu Zichuan's relative, could she?

Besides, Lu Zichuan had just told her that he and Pei Jin were just superior and subordinate, and there was no ambiguity between them.

Shen Zhiyi swallowed hard, deciding not to tell Yang Chun'er the truth.

"Um..." she began with difficulty, trying to salvage the image of Lu Zichuan that had been completely shattered in Yang Chun'er's mind, "Could it be that your uncle made a mistake?"

"Impossible!" Yang Chun'er interrupted her decisively: "My uncle said he was about to take pictures, but bodyguards appeared out of nowhere and stopped him."

"Think about it, in the entire capital city, besides the Lu family, who else has such extraordinary abilities?"

"President Lu is the kind of person who's always looking for more than he has!"

Yang Chun'er spoke angrily, her voice so loud it almost carried outside.

Shen Zhiyi quickly covered her mouth: "Keep your voice down, what if someone hears us?"

Yang Chun'er looked utterly dejected. "So what if I heard it? I'm not staying at this company anymore anyway. I'm resigning next week!"