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

Lu Ziyang replied quickly, starting with three obvious question marks.

He usually talks more than Lu Zichuan, but he's not exactly a chatterbox. The fact that he can ask three question marks in a row is enough to show how shocked he is at this moment.

"Zhizhi told you all this? You're something else, you're moving incredibly fast!"

Lu Ziyang and Bai Qinghua were childhood sweethearts, but their relationship was based on free choice. They accompanied each other from their youthful days to their maturity. Lu Ziyang only figured out Bai Qinghua's menstrual cycle after they started living together.

Looking at the "typing" message on the other end of the line, Lu Zichuan frowned: "Stop talking nonsense and get to the point."

Looking at the screen, Lu Ziyang could almost picture his younger brother's perpetually grumpy face. That brat, he's always been like this since he was little, putting on an arrogant air when asking for help!

I really want to see how he'll act like a simp after he and Shen Zhiyi are officially in a relationship. I'll take a picture of it, frame it, and laugh at him every day!

Thinking this, Lu Ziyang's fingers flew across the keyboard, and a long string of text came flying out: "First of all, don't let her touch cold water. You'll have to do all the housework for her, like washing clothes, cooking, and washing dishes. Secondly, prepare brown sugar and ginger tea. There are instant beverage packages in the supermarket. If you don't know how to make it, just make it into a tea bag. Also, she'll be particularly sensitive during this period, so you have to go along with her a little, or she'll explode."

"But Zichuan, you wouldn't be living with that girl so soon, would you?"

"Although we've already met her, I still have to remind you, letting a young woman follow you around without any official status is not the way of the Lu family! Don't do anything reckless!"

"Oh, and by the way, she can't eat anything too spicy or too cold! And definitely no ice cream or anything like that!"

"If she has a stomachache, prepare a hot water bottle for her. If the pain is too severe, go to the hospital. Don't try to tough it out..."

Lu Zichuan's phone was buzzing, all messages from Lu Ziyang.

He quickly extracted the important information and then turned off his phone screen.

Can't touch cold water?

So she still cooks?

Lu Zichuan's brows furrowed instantly, and he walked toward the kitchen, disregarding their agreement.

Just then, Shen Zhiyi finished cooking a dish and was holding the plate, ready to rinse it. He took two steps forward, snatched the plate from her hand without saying a word, and started washing it under the tap.

"What are you doing!" He suddenly appeared from behind, startling Shen Zhiyi so much that her hand trembled. "Didn't we agree that you weren't allowed in the kitchen?"

"Girls should avoid contact with cold water during their menstrual period."

He explained calmly.

Shen Zhiyi immediately realized Lu Zichuan had misunderstood, and her face flushed uncontrollably: "Oh dear! My period is still a few days away, don't worry about me! Go back and sit down!"

"Even if they haven't arrived yet, we need to prepare in advance, because girls are naturally more delicate."

Lu Zichuan rinsed the plate clean, shook off the water, and handed it to her, his tone leaving no room for argument: "If you keep being so stubborn, I'll cook the food myself."

Shen Zhiyi glared at his serious face, pursed her lips, then relaxed them. "You...you broke your promise!"

"I didn't know your period was coming before I agreed to your request." He said matter-of-factly, without a trace of remorse.

Shen Zhiyi: "..."

I should have known better than to buy sanitary napkins!

But a warm feeling rose in her heart.

When she was with Xu Zhesheng, he never remembered her menstrual cycle, and even if she was in so much pain that she was curled up in bed and couldn't get up, he wouldn't ask her a single question.

Washing dishes, sweeping, mopping—all the housework was still left to her, and I never worried about whether she would catch a cold.

But now, even though she clearly said she wouldn't be here for several more days, Lu Zichuan is already this nervous.

Suddenly, a popular saying on the internet came to mind: "How can life be the same no matter who you live with?"

Some people care about your body and your health, but others only think about how comfortable they are.

She lowered her eyes, suppressing the complex emotions in her heart.

"Just help me out a little, that'll be fine. If you don't let me cook this meal, I'm really kicking you out!"

She took a step back, her voice softening.

Lu Zichuan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the small handful of dried chilies she had used for preparing the food on the table. He reached out and moved it aside: "Don't eat anything cold during your period, so don't add any chilies."

He reached out and moved the chili peppers away.

Shen Zhiyi quickly said, "It's alright, this chili isn't spicy, it's just for flavor. If we didn't add it, the food might not taste good."

"It's alright," he interrupted her, his tone certain. "Anything you make will definitely taste good."

She couldn't eat spicy food to begin with, and he wasn't picky about food. As long as it kept her healthy, he was fine with just plain white rice.

Shen Zhiyi's face flushed again.

Even though she was looking down at the fire in the pot, she could still feel his gaze on her face, as hot as a small flame.

She didn't dare to look up, and could only mutter softly, "You said it yourself, you're not allowed to say anything if it's not good."

These words were sweet and soft, like a sticky rice ball coated in honey.

Lu Ziyang is right. She has indeed been very sensitive lately and gets easily triggered.

But what exploded out at that moment was all pink bubbles.

Lu Zichuan smiled slightly, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

While he was cooking, he stood half a step behind her.

Watching her methodically flip the wok, season, and plate the food, the thought I had just suppressed quietly resurfaced.

Her waist was so slender; the apron straps accentuated her soft curves, making it seem like one hand could encircle it.

I really want to... hug her from behind.

His Adam's apple bobbed silently, and he raised his hand slightly, his fingertips almost touching the apron strap at her waist...

"All done!" Shen Zhiyi had just finished a dish and turned around to hand the plate over.

Their movements collided, and she casually placed the plate in his outstretched palm.

"Give."

Lu Zichuan's hand froze in mid-air, his fingertips just an inch away from her waist. In the end, he could only catch the plate and took a half step back as if nothing had happened.

"Um."

Shen Zhiyi didn't notice his little actions just now. She only felt that although he said he was just helping out, he had excellent eyesight. As soon as she finished cooking, he reached out to take the plate, poured water, handed over seasonings, and cleaned up the table without missing a single thing.

She thought to herself, "Although Lu Zichuan was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, I didn't expect him to be so perceptive."

If things continue like this... whoever marries him will be blessed.

She plated the last dish, secretly glancing at his profile before quickly looking away.

"You can prepare to eat now."

She handed him the last dish, then went to wash the dishes and scoop rice.

A pair of large hands took the bowl from her hands, and the steaming dish was handed back to her.

"I'll wash it, you go and sit down."

The language was assertive and clear, yet it was full of concern.