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

He opened Shen Zhiyi's notebook, his gaze falling on the neat and beautiful handwriting, and his brows unconsciously relaxed.

She wrote down the key points, emotional analysis, and transition logic for each frame clearly.

What's even more remarkable is that she must have read the original book at least ten times, pondered the core of the story, and even marked which scenes needed to retain the imagery from the original book and how the emotional rhythm of which paragraphs should be handled.

Almost every annotation perfectly captures the feeling he wanted to convey in the film.

A rare emotion suddenly welled up in Lu Zichuan's heart: admiration.

In the domestic editing industry, there will never be another person like Shen Zhiyi who is willing to put in the hard work and has such a keen aesthetic sense.

Even someone as picky as him couldn't find a single major flaw after flipping through the entire notebook.

He closed the notebook and placed it on the coffee table.

But he didn't praise her right away.

Instead, he looked up, his gaze falling on her face, and asked, "Have you drunk the brown sugar ginger tea, which I told you to drink every day?"

Shen Zhiyi paused for a moment, then nodded: "I drank it. I made a packet after lunch."

Lu Zichuan stared at her for two seconds, his gaze sliding from her brow to the corner of her lips, as if to confirm whether she was being perfunctory.

Only after confirming that her gaze was open and honest did he slightly shift his eyes away.

Shen Zhiyi seemed to suddenly remember something and hurriedly said, "Um, Mr. Lu, if you need anything for me in the future, you can just let me come up and get it. There's no need to trouble Assistant Wang to make a special trip."

As she spoke, her fingers unconsciously gripped the pen cap, her gaze slightly averted, avoiding direct eye contact with him.

Firstly, Assistant Wang is a close confidant of Lu Zichuan, and his presence in the editing room creates an atmosphere of pressure no less intense than Lu Zichuan himself being there.

Secondly... she was afraid of receiving something that could easily arouse suspicion again, and she really didn't know how to make up an excuse for Yang Chun'er.

Lu Zichuan tilted his head, his gaze lingering for a moment on her slightly reddened ear tips.

He could obviously tell what she was hiding: from other people's gazes, from the ambiguity that was about to be exposed.

But he didn't expose him, simply replying, "Okay, I understand."

He paused for a moment before speaking, his tone finally carrying a hint of approval: "The plan is quite good. With this level of detail, it can basically be finalized after a rough cut, without needing major revisions."

Shen Zhiyi scratched her head sheepishly, her voice soft with humility: "It's not that exaggerated. I was just doing what I was supposed to do. Besides, this is our first time working together, and I'm still unsure of your pace and your way of handling the story, so naturally I have to be extra careful. Once we're more familiar with each other's thinking, we won't need to be so meticulous."

The words "later" slipped softly from her lips, but to Lu Zichuan, they were like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, creating a silent ripple.

Later.

She spoke so naturally, as if there would be countless "later" days between them.

The next collaboration, and the one after that, and the one after that.

He subtly curled the corners of his lips, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.

"Okay." He looked at her, his voice low.

"Then we'll wait until later."

He pulled out the video Shen Zhiyi had made and watched it carefully frame by frame. He watched the few minutes of video with great attention, and when the video finished playing, a look of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

"The rhythm here is great." Lu Zichuan's slender fingers lightly tapped the screen, precisely stopping at the transition scene. "The progression of the character's emotions and the music match perfectly. The emotional buildup here just breaks through the dam, so we can use it directly."

Shen Zhiyi's eyes lit up, and the joy of being understood by a kindred spirit radiated from them, like shattered stars falling into a lake.

She knew that there weren't many people in the world who could understand her editing language, and Lu Zichuan was definitely one of them.

"Okay!" She nodded crisply and began tidying up the USB drive and notebook on the table. "Then I'll continue cutting along this line of thought."

She zipped up her laptop bag, paused as she stood up, and then turned around, as if hesitating for a second: "Oh, right, I have to go to the hospital today, so I won't trouble you to take me home tonight."

Lu Zichuan's lips, which had just curved into a smile, faltered slightly. He looked up at her, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly: "To the hospital?"

"Yes, I haven't been to my mom's place for several days. I'll go check on her." She nodded.

Lu Zichuan was silent for a moment, then crossed his legs and said casually, "Really? Let's walk together after work."

Shen Zhiyi was taken aback, her gaze unconsciously sweeping over him, from his brow bone to his jawline, from his shoulder line to his fingers, as if checking if he was feeling unwell: "Mr. Lu, are you feeling unwell?"

Although the tone was businesslike, the concern in their eyes was undeniable.

Lu Zichuan felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and the smile he had just suppressed resurfaced, a thin layer of warmth spreading across his eyes: "No, let's go look at the financial report."

"Oh, I see." Shen Zhiyi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but her ears involuntarily flushed.

She was afraid that her nervousness just now was too obvious.

"Then... I'll go straight to the garage and wait for you after get off work?" she asked tentatively, her eyes darting around, not daring to look him in the eye.

Having Lu Zichuan come to the editing room to pick her up... was just too conspicuous. If someone saw them, it would be hard to explain.

Lu Zichuan was as perceptive as he was; how could he not see her concerns? A barely perceptible sense of disappointment crossed his mind; she was still unwilling to let others know about the delicate relationship between them.

But he quickly suppressed his emotions and told himself: No rush, take it slow.

"Okay," he said calmly, without any hint of emotion, "I'll be down around 6:10."

Shen Zhiyi nodded, picked up her things, and left the office.

Outside the door, Pei Jin was still curled up on the sofa, frantically typing on her phone, her thumb moving so fast it was almost a blur, muttering to herself, "Serves you right for showing off your love, serves you right for riding the wave of popularity..."

Even when Shen Zhiyi came out, she didn't look up, completely absorbed in the frenzy of arguing with the crowd.

Shen Zhiyi didn't disturb him. She tiptoed out of the assistant's office and took the elevator back to the editing room floor.

There are still twenty minutes until I get off work.

When she returned to her workstation, she saw several colleagues still rushing to meet the deadline, so she went over to help them review the editing logic and offered suggestions for modification frame by frame.

Since the last time the general issued a separate statement to clarify the rumors about her, the attitude of her former colleagues who were previously insincere towards her has visibly improved.

Faced with her professional opinions, everyone stopped objecting and instead sincerely admired her. She was capable, and with President Lu's overt and covert support, they had no choice but to admire her.

Shen Zhiyi accepted everyone's thanks one by one, but remained calm and did not get carried away by the praise.

She knows her own worth all too well and doesn't need others to prove it.

At six o'clock sharp, my colleagues packed up their things and left.

She pulled out all the rough cuts she had collected that day and checked them again to make sure that the rhythm of each part was on track before slowly packing up her things.

When she arrived at the garage, Lu Zichuan was already waiting for her in the car.