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

Shen Zhiyi smiled like a kindergarten child receiving praise from her teacher, her eyes crinkling with delight, her brows and eyes sparkling with joy: "Of course, don't you know who I am~"

"Quick! Open the bottle!"

She grumbled and reached for the empty bottle, took a swig, but didn't drink a drop. She pouted, pointing at Lu Zichuan and complaining, "Why didn't you open a bottle for me? I can count your eyelashes!"

He looked just like a child who hadn't gotten candy, with red eyes and a red nose.

Just then, the proprietress came over with two bottles of beer and a bottle of coconut milk. Lu Zichuan took them and handed the coconut milk to Shen Zhiyi. Shen Zhiyi thought it was beer and gulped down two big mouthfuls. Then, belatedly, she realized the taste was wrong. The cloyingly sweet coconut flavor spread in her mouth. Her face scrunched up like a bun, and she slammed the bottle on the table: "No, this isn't beer! You lied to me!"

Lu Zichuan coaxed her gently, wiping away the coconut milk that had spilled from the corner of her mouth: "You're drunk, drink this."

Shen Zhiyi shook her head unhappily, her hair brushing against the back of his hand: "No, I want to drink!"

She slammed the coconut milk down on the table, snuggled into Lu Zichuan's arms, looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears: "Give me wine, I want wine!"

She looked genuinely drunk. Lu Zichuan used one hand to keep her from sliding off the stool and the other to get her a bottle of mineral water to rinse her mouth: "Sweetie, let's go home after we've eaten, okay?"

Shen Zhiyi pushed the bottle of water away, nestled into his arms, and softly pounded his chest with her fists, her voice trembling with tears and deep grievance: "Fine, I won't drink it! You're just trying to fool me with water... You're bullying me! You're just like them, you don't consider what I want to do!"

She became more and more excited as she spoke, grabbing his suit jacket with both hands and using the strength to climb onto him, almost hanging on him, her face tilted back, her breath spraying onto his chin, her nose as red as a strawberry.

Lu Zichuan reluctantly put down the water bottle and reached out to catch her so she wouldn't fall. "Okay, okay, it was my fault. Let's not drink anymore, I'll go home and make you some hangover soup, okay?"

"No!" She jerked her head up, her eyes wet, her lips swollen and red from the alcohol and chili, like a ripe cherry. "You don't understand! I want to drink! Why can't I drink!"

She cupped his face in her hands, her gaze unfocused yet stubbornly fixed on his eyes, her thumbs unconsciously stroking his cheek. Her voice trailed off, trembling with aggrieved pain: "Did you...did you count my eyelashes? I counted yours, one hundred and eighty-five! You didn't even count mine..."

Lu Zichuan's breath hitched, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice became hoarse: "...I didn't count."

"Then count them now!" She leaned closer, her nose almost touching his, the smell of alcohol mixed with her faint fragrance wafting towards him, making his reason waver. "If you count them all, I'll go home with you."

Lu Zichuan looked at her lips, which were so close to his own, still stained with traces of chili oil and coconut milk, and were dazzlingly red.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with a deep, dark aura: "...Okay, I'll count."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhiyi placed her hands neatly on her knees, straightened her back, and stared at Lu Zichuan with unblinking eyes, like a primary school student waiting for a teacher's question.

They looked so adorable, so innocent that it made your heart tremble.

At first, Lu Zichuan could barely keep his gaze focused on Shen Zhiyi's eyes, but as he counted, his eyes unconsciously became unfocused, like smoke being blown away by the wind, drifting away little by little from the depths of her eyes.

Her skin was exceptionally good—fair, translucent, and so smooth it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it, like a freshly peeled egg.

Her face was flushed from the alcohol, with a thin layer of pink showing through. Her eyes were sometimes hazy and sometimes clear, but she kept her eyes fixed on Lu Zichuan with a bright, expectant look in them.

Her nose had a slightly upturned shape, with almost invisible pores, and was pink and tender, like a fresh strawberry, making you want to reach out and pinch it.

Finally, his gaze involuntarily fell on her lips.

Because of the chili peppers, her already rosy lips were even more vibrant than usual, with a slight swelling. A bit of oil from the grilled meat glistened on them, making them look like they were coated with lipstick—full, alluring, and impossible to look away from...

"You have no sense of proportion!"

Just as Lu Zichuan was lost in thought, Shen Zhiyi suddenly noticed his inattentiveness. She leaned forward, and her head somehow ended up less than a finger's width away from him.

"I..." Lu Zichuan panicked, unable to find any excuse to cover up his dazed state.

However, Shen Zhiyi suddenly reached out and hooked her arms around his neck, staring straight at him, her voice laced with drunkenness and cunning, "You're not paying attention, you should be punished!"

After saying that, she suddenly lowered her head and gently bit his lower lip.

Lu Zichuan froze, his hands, which had been resting on his knees, tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning white.

The stinging pain from his lower lip, mixed with the softness of her lips, ignited his long-suppressed rationality with a "boom."

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his eyes instantly darkened.

"Shen Zhiyi..." he called her in a hoarse voice, his voice like sandpaper scraping his throat.

She hadn't let go yet, her teeth still gently nibbling at his lower lip. Hearing him call her name, she bit down even harder, mumbling indistinctly, "Punishment for...not concentrating..."

The touch on his lips was warm with a hint of barbecue spiciness, but to Lu Zichuan it was the sweetest touch in the world.

He gripped her waist, trying to create some distance between them, but Shen Zhiyi, drunk, acted like a child. Just as he pulled her away, she leaned forward again, pressing her lips against his, this time a firm, deep kiss.

Lu Zichuan felt as if all the blood in his body rushed to one place.

But this was outdoors, and the sound of the men playing drinking games next to him was still ringing in his ears, yet his world consisted only of Shen Zhiyi in front of him.

His eyes darkened. He took out a few bills from his pocket and placed them on the table. Without even looking at them, he picked Shen Zhiyi up and carried her into the car.

He had told Assistant Wang in advance that he was already waiting for them in the car. When he saw Lu Zichuan carrying Shen Zhiyi over, Assistant Wang didn't have time to watch the show and quickly got out to open the back door for them.

Lu Zichuan bent down and placed Shen Zhiyi in the back seat. After being exposed to the cold wind for a while, the girl became even more dizzy and her vision was blurred. She clung tightly to Lu Zichuan's clothes, refusing to let him leave. Lu Zichuan had no choice but to take off his coat and place it in her hand before walking around to the other side of the car door and getting in.

Meanwhile, seeing that things were not going well, Assistant Wang had already raised the partition between the front and back seats, leaving the two people in the back with their own space.