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

Shen Zhiyi's face flushed bright red.

When did this person start standing at the door?

I overheard everything she and Yang Chun'er had just said...

"W-what?" She lowered her head, feigning composure, and hurriedly began tidying up the things on the table, her fingertips trembling slightly. "I thought you were going to work overtime today. Why are you down so soon?"

Lu Zichuan took a few steps inside, his leather shoes making almost no sound on the floor.

A faint smile played on his lips as he spoke in a low voice, "Didn't we agree that I'd accompany you to and from get off work?"

"Okay, just a moment, I'll be right there!" Shen Zhiyi wanted to stuff everything into her bag at once, her hands moving so fast they were blurry.

"No rush." ​​Lu Zichuan pulled out the chair next to her, sat down casually, propped his chin on one hand, and slowly looked her over. "The male models haven't started work yet."

His gaze, filled with undisguised teasing, slid from her flushed ear tips down to her flustered fingers, as if he were admiring some interesting scenery.

"..."

Shen Zhiyi now wished she could dig out three taels of silver from the ground with her toes and bury herself in it.

But perhaps because she was in such dire straits that things went to the extreme, a sudden surge of reckless courage welled up in her heart.

She abruptly turned her head, meeting Lu Zichuan's gaze directly: "So now... Mr. Lu, will you be my exclusive male model?"

She was stunned when she finished speaking.

What is she saying?

When her brain finally realized what she had just said, all the blood rushed to her cheeks, making them so red they almost bled.

"No, no..." She hurriedly waved her hands, trying to explain, but heard the man chuckle softly.

"OK."

Two words, crisp and concise, with a hint of a smile at the end.

He leaned slightly forward, his gaze falling on her flustered face. His tone was as if discussing a serious business deal, yet the tenderness in his eyes was impossible to conceal: "I just wonder if this exclusive male model could get Miss Shen a meal?"

Shen Zhiyi stared at him blankly, never expecting that Lu Zichuan would not only not be cold towards her for the joke she made in a moment of madness, but would also go along with it.

She felt her ears burning, and in her panic, she bumped into the unyielding tenderness in his eyes. The earphones she was holding slipped from her grasp and rolled off the edge of the table. Just as they were about to fall to the ground, a hand with distinct knuckles caught them in mid-air and handed them back to her.

She took the earphones from his fingers, stuffed them haphazardly into her bag, and raised her chin with feigned composure: "Of course, no problem. What do you want to eat today? I'm going to the supermarket to buy groceries later, so I'll cook for you."

Lu Zichuan looked at her, whose ears were clearly red, yet she insisted on pretending to be calm, and his smile deepened.

He leaned back in his chair, his chin still resting on his hand, his gaze slowly tracing from her reddened earlobes to her slightly trembling eyelashes: "Anything is fine. As long as it's something you did."

Shen Zhiyi's hand, which was pulling the zipper, suddenly stopped. The air seemed to be filled with a sweet, cloying mist, and even her breath was tinged with an ambiguous temperature.

How come she never noticed before that this man could be so irresistible when he flirted?

"I... I've packed it all. Let's go."

She quickly stuffed the rest of her things into her bag, slung the strap over her shoulder, stood up, and dared not look into his smiling eyes again.

Lu Zichuan also got up, picked up the bag of unfinished coffee on the table for her, and handed it to her naturally.

"Let's go, exclusive male model escort service, accompanying you throughout."

Fortunately, there is no custom of working overtime at the General Star Academy; almost everyone leaves by the time it's time to leave work.

Shen Zhiyi and the others were only a dozen minutes late going down, and they didn't encounter anyone in the elevator, but that was fine.

The elevator came to a smooth stop on the basement level, and Shen Zhiyi followed Lu Zichuan out of the car.

Her gaze fell on his tall, straight back, the suit outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist. She inexplicably recalled the words "male model" he had mentioned, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

With Lu Zichuan's face and physique, if he were to go to a bar and dance, those wealthy women who spend lavishly would probably wear down his doorstep.

"What are you laughing at?"

Lost in thought, Lu Zichuan had already walked around to the passenger side, opened the car door, and turned his head to see her staring at him with a silly smile, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Shen Zhiyi shook her head: "It's nothing, it's nothing."

She couldn't exactly say she was fantasizing about Lu Zichuan dancing in a bar, could she?

She smiled faintly, bent down, and sat in the passenger seat.

Lu Zichuan walked around the car in front to the driver's side and started the car.

Lu Zichuan went around to the driver's seat and started the engine.

Shen Zhiyi then belatedly noticed that he was not driving his usual Ferrari today, but a Porsche SUV, and the seat height was just right for her.

"Where's your Ferrari?" she asked curiously.

It's strange, he hasn't driven that car for the past few days, even though I heard he really liked it.

Lu Zichuan, with one hand on the steering wheel, glanced at her sideways: "Didn't you say the seat was too low and uncomfortable? We're in the parking garage now. What? Want to sit here?"

"Oh, no, just asking!" She subconsciously licked her lower lip, keenly catching from his words that the reason he changed cars was because of her.

Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the seatbelt, and she secretly glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

It's said that men who are serious about their work are the most charming. His profile as he drove was bathed in a soft glow in the twilight, making him even more captivating than usual.

Noticing her heartbeat quickening uncontrollably again, she hurriedly looked away, pressed the window button, and a cool breeze blew in through the crack, dispelling the heat on her face.

The weather is... nice today too. She looked out the window and thought softly.

"Which supermarket to go to?" Lu Zichuan asked as the car drove out of the garage and merged into the traffic.

Shen Zhiyi thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to the nearest one."

The things she needs can be found in any regular supermarket; she doesn't need to go far away.

Lu Zichuan nodded and pressed the navigation button.

Neither of them spoke again. While looking out the window, Shen Zhiyi began to silently assess what her home still lacked.

Suddenly, in a flash, I saw a familiar figure by the roadside.

Hsu Che-sheng was wearing a light blue shirt and casual jeans, waiting by the gate of the General Star Academy.

He was smoking, holding the cigarette between his right index and middle fingers. There seemed to be more than one cigarette butt at his feet, suggesting he had been waiting for quite some time.

As if sensing something, he turned his head and looked over.

Shen Zhiyi was startled and quickly shrank back.

Fortunately, there was no traffic jam on the road, and the car quickly drove out of Xu Zhesheng's sight.

Shen Zhiyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Zichuan also saw Xu Zhesheng's figure in the rearview mirror. His face stiffened, and his hand on the steering wheel tightened involuntarily: "Your best friend really guessed right. He actually dared to come."

Shen Zhiyi forced a smile: "Yeah, he actually dared to come."

Even before they were divorced, he never cared about her life. Even if he left her to work overtime at the company until late at night, he would never call her.

Now that the divorce is approaching, he's suddenly become very attentive.

That's... ridiculous.