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

Top floor CEO's office at Jiangxing Entertainment.

When Assistant Wang pushed open the office door, his steps froze on the threshold.

His boss, Mr. Lu, was sitting behind a large ebony desk, slowly munching on a sandwich.

Assistant Wang rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating.

Lu Zichuan eating a sandwich—the last time this happened was six months ago.

That day, he and his assistant Liu were both on a business trip. Lu Zichuan was forced to work overtime until 2 a.m. Since no one was taking care of his meals, he took one from the freezer in the convenience store downstairs.

The next day, I developed acute gastroenteritis and had to stay in bed all day.

Since then, Assistant Wang and Assistant Liu have established a strict rule: every meal for Lu Zichuan must be made, bought, and heated on the spot, and no mass-produced, semi-finished products are allowed near his desk.

"Mr. Lu..." Assistant Wang began cautiously, his gaze fixed on the half-eaten triangular piece of food, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly. "Didn't you have breakfast? Should I go downstairs to the restaurant and buy you one? Eating too many convenience store sandwiches like this isn't good for you. You ate some last time and..."

"No need." Lu Zichuan took another big bite, chewing slowly and deliberately, as if he were eating some delicacy. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly with each swallow. "Shen Zhiyi just made this this morning. The ingredients are fresh, and it tastes great."

Assistant Wang opened his mouth, then froze on the spot.

"W-what?"

He belatedly realized what was happening, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Shen Zhiyi...Miss Shen...made this?

So the breakfast that President Lu ate this morning was made by Miss Shen, whom he tried so hard to get close to?

Assistant Wang's gaze swept across Lu Zichuan's face like a searchlight.

Then he discovered something incredible: Lu Zichuan's expression was unusually good.

His skin, which was usually pale from years of working overtime, now had a thin, moist glow. The usual coldness between his brows and eyes seemed to have been mostly blown away by the spring breeze, and even the corners of his lips had a faint curve.

This is not the usual CEO Lu who makes the temperature drop by five degrees when you get within three meters of him.

This is clearly...

Countless thoughts flashed through Assistant Wang's mind in an instant, flooding the screen like a barrage of comments:

Breakfast, prawns, homemade...

Assistant Wang gasped, an unbelievable thought popping into his head.

Could it be that his boss, who has never had a woman by his side, is...

Did I finally get it last night?!

"Made by Miss Shen?!"

Assistant Wang's voice rose eight octaves, his face instantly lighting up with a beaming smile, almost jumping for joy: "No wonder it smelled so good! Look at the presentation! The toast is golden brown, the vegetables are arranged like a Michelin-starred platter. How can it compare to those mass-produced convenience store items? Mr. Lu, please enjoy your meal. I'll go grind you a cup of coffee; it'll make it even better!"

He practically skipped out of the CEO's office, forgetting to close the door behind him; a passing secretary had to pull it shut for him.

Assistant Liu arrived just in time at the door, carrying two cups of soy milk he had just bought.

Seeing Assistant Wang's expression, he curiously craned his neck to peek into the office, then turned back and asked, "Old Wang, what's wrong? Did you win the lottery? Or did President Lu finally approve your raise request?"

Both of them had been with Lu Zichuan for five or six years. If they kept this gossip to themselves, would they still be considered true friends who had risked their lives for each other?

Assistant Wang grabbed Assistant Liu and pulled him to the corner of the corridor, stood on tiptoe, and whispered a string of words in his ear:

"Miss Shen! I made a sandwich for Mr. Lu this morning! He ate two big bites! And said it was delicious! Guess how he usually eats those convenience store things? Like chewing wax! But today, his expression is like he's eaten honey!"

Assistant Liu listened, her eyes widening, almost dropping her soy milk: "Really?"

"Of course it's true!" Assistant Wang patted his chest confidently, his voice trembling with excitement. "I saw it with my own eyes! President Lu's perpetually icy face was all smiles this morning, like spring flowers had bloomed! Didn't you see the look in his eyes?"

He gestured and lowered his voice: "Gentle! You understand? Gentle!"

Assistant Liu gasped, then slapped his thigh, his face lighting up with joy: "Great! I had three tricky project proposals piling up here, and I was expecting to get yelled at today, but judging by this..."

"My life is spared!"

The president's secretary's office was filled with an eerily relaxed atmosphere from morning till night.

Except for Yang Chun'er, who routinely comes up to help Shen Zhiyi deliver documents.

She stormed out of the elevator in her ten-centimeter heels, her face as black as ink.

In the past, whenever she came up to deliver documents, she would always peek into Lu Zichuan's office, her eyes like searchlights, and when she came out, she would linger at Pei Jin's workstation, occasionally letting out a few creepy "hehehe" laughs.

But today, she had a gloomy face, like she was there to collect a debt.

When she reached Lu Zichuan's office door, she didn't even bother to knock. She simply pushed the door open and slammed a stack of documents onto Lu Zichuan's desk with a "thud."

The commotion was so loud that Assistant Wang, who was pouring coffee at the door, almost spilled it.

Lu Zichuan looked up, his gaze shifting from the screen to Yang Chun'er's face, his brow twitching almost imperceptibly: "You have a problem with me?"

Yang Chun'er raised her chin high, her cat-eye nail polish gleaming coldly in the sunlight, her tone thick with sarcasm: "How could I dare to have a problem with you? You are the second young master of the Lu family, who in the capital wouldn't give you a wide berth? With your status, you can have whatever you want, who would dare to have a problem with you?"

Lu Zichuan paused slightly, clearly sensing the barb in her words.

But he didn't respond; he just frowned, lowered his eyes, and opened the documents on the table.

It was the editing report submitted by Shen Zhiyi.

He glanced at it quickly, a faint smile unconsciously appearing on his lips. She really understood him.

Every editing node's annotation and every selection of footage is precisely aligned with his aesthetic sense.

He closed the file and handed it back to Yang Chun'er: "Tell her that you did a good job, and to do it her way."

"Okay." Yang Chun'er grabbed the document, casually tucked it under her arm, and asked, "Is there anything else you need me to pass on? I don't want to make a second trip."

His tone was so harsh it could kill a fly.

Lu Zichuan's eyes lingered on her face for a moment, but he didn't say anything. He just waved his hand and said, "You can leave now."

If it weren't for Shen Zhiyi, Yang Chun'er wouldn't even have the right to enter his office.

He had neither the interest nor the obligation to speculate about why an insignificant person was being sarcastic.

However... this seems like a reason to strike up a conversation with her.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he picked up his phone, tapped the screen a few times with his thumb, and sent a message to Shen Zhiyi: "What's wrong with Yang Chun'er? She seems to have a problem with me."