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

The elevator doors opened, and he carried her to her doorstep, turning slightly to allow her to use her hand to press the fingerprint lock.

"It's still early, go upstairs and change, you'll have enough time."

He added a sentence, his tone finally softening a bit.

Shen Zhiyi nestled in his arms, looking up at his jawline so close to hers, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

He held her as if she were a fragile treasure, his arms steady and unwavering.

"...Then put me down, I'll change myself," she whispered, her voice carrying a hint of pleading.

Lu Zichuan looked down at her, remained silent for two seconds, and finally slowly bent down and placed her steadily next to the shoe cabinet by the door.

"Ten minutes, is that enough?" he asked, glancing at his watch.

Shen Zhiyi blushed and nodded, then turned and pushed open the door to enter the house.

She quickly took another pair of clean jeans from the closet and put them on. Looking at the wet jeans, she threw them into the laundry basket before opening the door and going out.

Lu Zichuan was standing by the window with his back to her, making a phone call. His deep burgundy suit made him look like a calm fire from behind.

Hearing the door open, he turned around, gestured for her to wait a moment, and then lowered his voice to say into the phone, "That's settled."

He hung up the phone, put it back in his pocket, and walked towards her.

My gaze immediately fell on her legs—clean, light blue jeans with dry cuffs.

He let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief, his lips twitching slightly: "Let's go."

When I went downstairs, it was still raining, and it was raining even harder than before.

Shen Zhiyi then remembered that in the heat of the moment, Lu Zichuan had thrown the black umbrella onto the car, and it was now leaning alone against the Porsche door, soaked through inside and out by the rain.

The two of them can only share one umbrella.

She opened her pink folding umbrella, which was not large, with a diameter that could barely cover one person.

Lu Zichuan glanced down, said nothing, stepped in, and naturally took the umbrella from her hand.

Unfortunately, the umbrella was too small, making it feel cramped when Lu Zichuan came in, and both of them would get wet, but it's better to have some cover than nothing.

Afraid that she would get wet in the rain, Lu Zichuan tilted the umbrella towards her with his left hand and naturally put his right arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, separated by a thin layer of clothing. The warmth of his palm felt like a branding iron, making her freeze for a moment.

"Let's go," he said, looking down at her from above.

The distance from the building entrance to the car was only about twenty steps, but he walked exceptionally slowly.

With each step, he slightly turned his body to shield her from the slanting raindrops.

Shen Zhiyi obediently followed half a step behind him, and could smell the scent of fir mixed with rain on his body, which was crisp and pleasant.

When they reached the passenger side, he opened the car door, his other hand still firmly holding the umbrella, and escorted her into the seat, ensuring that not a single strand of her hair got wet.

"Sit still," he said softly, closing the car door.

He then went around to the back of the car, bent down to pick up the soaking wet black umbrella, shook off the water droplets, and casually stuffed it into the trunk.

As he walked to the driver's seat, opened the door, and got in, raindrops dripped from his hair, staining a small dark patch on his shirt collar.

Shen Zhiyi sat in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on his left shoulder.

The burgundy suit fabric was soaked through by the rain, turning a deep black. The fabric clung to his shoulders, outlining the contours of his muscles.

From his shoulders to his upper arms, damp patches spread all the way down, while the rest of his body was dry and comfortable.

She looked down at herself; her hair wasn't wet, her clothes weren't wet, and even her shoes had only a few raindrops on them, which came off with a gentle wipe.

Not a single drop of rain fell on them.

"Your shoulder..."

She spoke, her voice a little hoarse.

Lu Zichuan, with one hand on the steering wheel, glanced at his shoulder upon hearing her words, his expression unchanged: "I'm fine."

A warm breeze blew on his soaked shoulders, and the fabric of his suit slowly fogged up.

He stared straight ahead, his expression calm as if nothing had happened.

But as Shen Zhiyi looked at the dark water stain, her heart felt as if something had gently squeezed it.

He just gave her the whole umbrella.

Considering his background, he probably has never been caught in the rain since he was a child.

She bit her lower lip, reached out and adjusted the heater vent, aiming it at him.

Lu Zichuan noticed and glanced at her sideways.

She didn't speak, but kept her head down, her fingers rubbing back and forth on the seatbelt.

He smiled slightly, looked away, shifted gears, and started driving.

The windshield wipers swung back and forth on the windshield, pushing the water curtain aside time and time again.

The car was warmed by the heater, and it was so quiet that only the low hum of the engine could be heard.

"Is the soy milk still hot?" he suddenly asked.

Shen Zhiyi paused for a moment, looked down at the two cups of soy milk in the insulated bag next to her seat, reached out and touched them, then nodded: "They're hot."

"That's good." He looked away. "Remember to take extra care of yourself these next few days, and keep your health in mind."

He hasn't stopped since he found that pack of sanitary napkins yesterday.

She couldn't touch cold water, couldn't wear wet clothes, couldn't eat spicy food, and couldn't catch a cold. She recited every single rule more clearly than the person in question herself.

Anyone else would have been impatient long ago, but when he said these things, his tone was always calm, without the slightest hint of perfunctoriness.

Shen Zhiyi tightened her grip on the thermos, the warmth from the cup soothing her palm. She lowered her head and pursed her lips, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

This side of Lu Zichuan is probably only known to her, right?

The thought of this filled her chest with an indescribable sweetness.

She quietly turned her head and her gaze fell on his profile.

He stared straight ahead, his expression focused, a faint shadow cast on his brow bone, his nose straight as if cut by a knife, and his jawline sharply defined.

The light was dim on a rainy day, but the warm yellow light inside the car softened his silhouette.

The way he drives so intently is enough to make any woman in Beijing swoon.

She gripped the seatbelt, picked up the cup of freshly squeezed soy milk, and took a sip.

Even though she deliberately didn't add much sugar, and there was only a faint sweetness in the bean flavor, it tasted sweeter than ever before.

Outside the window, the rain fell like a curtain, the wipers swung back and forth, and the car's heater was blowing, gradually raising the temperature.

After arriving at the company in the morning, Shen Zhiyi first held a brief meeting with her colleagues in the editing room to confirm the editing progress for the week, and then sat back at her workstation to start processing the materials at hand.

"Knock knock"

There was a light knock on the office door twice.

Assistant Wang stood at the door, holding an opaque bag containing several boxes of familiar-looking instant brown sugar ginger tea.

His expression remained normal, but there was a subtle, almost imperceptible glint in his eyes. After all, President Lu had specifically called him over to run downstairs to the supermarket to buy this, and had repeatedly instructed him to hand it over to Miss Shen in person. This was the first time he had ever done this kind of job in three years.

"Miss Shen, could you please come out for a moment?"

Shen Zhiyi assumed that Lu Zichuan had some work arrangements, so she quickly put down her headphones and went out to greet him.

Assistant Wang handed her the shopping bag, speaking respectfully: "President Lu asked me to give this to you, saying he wanted me to remind you to drink it every day."

Shen Zhiyi looked down and saw that the bag contained brown sugar ginger tea, which was the most expensive one, even though it was from the supermarket.

Shen Zhiyi had tried all sorts of drinks when she had menstrual cramps before, and felt that all the brands were about the same, but this brand was much more expensive.

She once thought it was a scam, but she still felt very warm towards Lu Zichuan's kindness.

She reached in and her fingertips touched a folded notepad.

Unfolding it, one sees Lu Zichuan's powerful and vigorous handwriting:

"Take one packet daily before and after your period, but do not drink it during your period."