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

By the time the four dishes and soup were served, it was completely dark.

The main lights in the living room weren't on; only a warm yellow wall lamp was left on, its soft light enveloping the dining table and making the steam from the two dishes appear as a thin layer of mist.

Shen Zhiyi took off her apron and moved the dishes on the table. Lu Zichuan also came out with two bowls of rice.

One bowl was placed in front of her, and one bowl was placed in front of herself. Shen Zhiyi took the chopsticks from his hand and reached out to pick up a piece of pan-fried beef steak with scallions for him: "Try it quickly, this tastes better when it's hot."

Lu Zichuan took a bite; the meat was tender and flavorful, not dry at all.

He had assumed Shen Zhiyi was just a housewife who could cook a few simple dishes after a few years, but he was surprised to find that her cooking skills were so good. His eyes lit up, and he gave her a thumbs up: "It's delicious."

Seeing that he was enjoying his meal, Shen Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief. She then went to the kitchen and got two small bowls, serving herself and him a bowl of pickled cabbage and pork soup.

"This tastes good, but it would be even better if you sprinkled chili on top and drizzled hot oil over it. Try it and see if it's not flavorful enough, I'll add more."

Lu Zichuan took it, lowered his head and took a sip. The tangy flavor of the pickled cabbage mixed with the tenderness of the sliced ​​meat melted on his tongue, and his brow relaxed slightly: "Delicious."

"No need to add it."

"Really?" Shen Zhiyi was a little nervous. When she was with Xu Zhesheng, he liked spicy food, but he knew she couldn't handle spicy food, so he wouldn't force her to cook spicy dishes. However, he would be unhappy if there wasn't a single dish with chili peppers in a meal.

Therefore, Shen Zhiyi got used to that slightly spicy taste.

Lu Zichuan nodded: "Really, no need. It's sour and very appetizing."

To prove himself, he gulped down another bowl of soup.

Shen Zhi thought it was really good, so he lowered his head and took a sip himself. Although it was a little less spicy, the flavor of the pickled cabbage was still quite good, and it didn't feel like it lacked flavor.

She nodded in satisfaction, confirming that Lu Zichuan was not lying, and then lowered her head to eat her meal seriously.

However, Lu Zichuan arrived a step too late. While she was making stir-fried beef with green peppers and mushrooms, she had already sprinkled some chili on it.

She had just picked up a piece of beef with her chopsticks, and it happened to have a little bit of chili on it.

Lu Zichuan was already one step ahead, putting the slices of meat he had just cleaned into her bowl, and then transferring the beef from her bowl to his own.

"I told you not to eat spicy food."

Shen Zhiyi awkwardly picked up his piece of meat and put it in her mouth: "It's just a small piece, it's not that delicate."

"Not even a small piece."

"You're being too nosy," she couldn't help but complain.

"Okay, I'll take care of it." Lu Zichuan didn't hide anything and answered frankly. He reached for the plate of green pepper beef with chopsticks, picked up a piece without chili and put it in her bowl. "Eat this."

Shen Zhiyi stared blankly at the piece of beef in the bowl, then looked at his nonchalant profile.

He picked them out for her, cleaning the chilies thoroughly.

She used to eat with Xu Zhesheng, and let alone choosing the dishes, if she picked up an extra piece of his favorite food, he would frown and say, "You eat yours."

As for Lu Zichuan... he hadn't even officially become anyone to her yet.

She lowered her head and put the piece of beef into her mouth. As she chewed, her eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

"What's wrong?" Lu Zichuan keenly noticed that she had stopped moving.

"N-nothing." She sniffed and quickly shoveled a mouthful of rice into her mouth to cover it up. "It's just... the soup was too sour, it was a bit choking."

"Pickled cabbage soup is supposed to be sour." He looked at her suspiciously, his gaze lingering on her slightly reddened eyes for a moment. He didn't call her out on it, but instead got up, poured a glass of warm water, and gently placed it beside her: "Drink this."

"Thank you." Shen Zhiyi reached out and picked up the water glass. The warm touch soothed her from her fingertips all the way to her heart, and she couldn't suppress the warmth.

After the meal, she got up to clear the dishes. Since there was a dishwasher, she only needed to throw the leftovers into the trash can.

Even for this small task, Lu Zichuan wouldn't let her do it.

He reached out and snatched the bowl from her hand, his fingertips brushing against hers lightly, a fleeting touch: "I'll take it, you go and rest."

Shen Zhiyi quickly said, "I won't touch the cold water, I'll just throw the vegetables into the trash can."

"I know." He looked down at her, his tone not harsh, but with an unyielding air, "But you've already cooked a whole meal. I ate one of your meals, so it's my turn to clean up the rest."

"But……"

"obedient."

In short, there is no fallacy or sophistry.

He looked at her, his gaze calm and focused, like a deep pool reflecting only her image.

Shen Zhiyi choked up all her words.

He spoke so gently, a gentleness that wasn't deliberate, but rather seeped from his very bones, like silent rain on a spring night, falling on her heart and softening that hardest spot inch by inch.

As if possessed, she let go of his hand.

But instead of turning around to rest on the sofa, she sat back down at the dining table, propped her chin up, and watched Lu Zichuan stand there, meticulously shoveling the leftover food scraps into the trash can.

His movements were extremely meticulous; he would even gently scrape off any vegetable leaves stuck to the bowl with chopsticks, without any haste or impatience.

He doesn't seem like a young master who grew up in luxury.

There was none of the ostentatious and meanness of the Xu family, who, despite being from a rural background, acted as if they had a throne to inherit simply because they had a son.

"What's wrong?"

He noticed her gaze and looked up.

A wisp of hair fell across her forehead, and her sleeves were rolled up to her forearms, revealing a section of her sleek wrist with a few drops of water still clinging to her knuckles.

Shen Zhiyi looked at him and suddenly said softly, "It's nothing, I was just thinking that the person who will be your wife in the future... will definitely be very happy."

Lu Zichuan's movements suddenly stopped.

A piece of green pepper, held on the tip of a chopstick, fell back into the plate with a very soft "tap".

He looked up at her, his gaze deep and intense, like the sea under the night sky, calm on the surface but turbulent beneath.

The air became viscous and scalding hot in that instant.

Shen Zhiyi regretted saying those words as soon as she finished speaking.

She clearly saw his pupils contract slightly, his Adam's apple bob slowly, and his gaze slide from her eyes to her slightly parted lips before returning to her eyes.

There was so much in that gaze that it almost made her unable to sit still.

"yes."

He spoke, his voice lower and hoarser than usual, like sandpaper gently rubbing against the eardrum.

He then lowered his head to clean the leftovers in the bowl, but he couldn't help but wonder if she would be scared away if he told her now that he had liked her for many, many years and that he hoped she would be his wife in the future.

He lowered his head, his lips pressed tightly together, suppressing the stirrings within him.

Wait a little longer; there are only five days left until her final divorce.

Five days later, he will openly pursue her.