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

Assistant Wang turned on the air conditioning in advance, and the temperature inside the car was just right, neither too cold nor too hot, but even after Lu Zichuan took off his coat, he still felt restless from the inside out.

He pressed the window down and unbuttoned two buttons on his collar, letting in a cool breeze. Just as things were getting a little better, Shen Zhiyi suddenly leaned in again, grabbing his chest like an octopus and rubbing her face against his white shirt.

Lu Zichuan was a bit of a germaphobe, and most people would never touch his outer clothes, let alone his white inner clothes. But when Shen Zhiyi touched him so casually, he didn't feel any aversion at all, and even gasped.

"The wind is so strong..."

Shen Zhiyi groggily opened her eyes, glanced at the man she was holding, and wrapped her arms around his waist with a sense of relief, muttering, "It's cold, close the window..."

Lu Zichuan's waist was his most sensitive spot. When Shen Zhiyi touched it so gently, with her warm palm pressing against his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt, Lu Zichuan felt as if thousands of ants were crawling all over his body, making him itch from the depths of his heart down to his waist.

But Shen Zhiyi just hugged his waist, rested her head on his chest, found a suitable spot and fell asleep. Her breathing was even, and her eyelashes fluttered occasionally, like a cat that had finally found its nest.

He dared not and could not bear to push the person away from his embrace.

He rolled up the window, half-reclined in his seat, holding Shen Zhiyi in his arms, anxiously waiting to reach their destination.

The car drove smoothly through the night, the neon lights outside the window flashing across the roof before disappearing behind it.

Lu Zichuan looked down at the person in his arms, his Adam's apple bobbing again.

Her cheeks, flushed with an intoxicating pink, brushed against his chest, her breath, sweet with the scent of coconut milk, brushing against his bare collarbone like feathers, slowly eroding his already dwindling rationality.

He took a deep breath and reached to unbutton the second button, but his fingertips touched Shen Zhiyi's hand, which was hanging down in front of his chest.

Her fingers were soft and limp, unconsciously hooking the hem of his shirt, her fingertips occasionally brushing against his abdominal muscles, each light touch feeling like an electric current shooting straight down his spine.

Lu Zichuan closed his eyes, a thin layer of sweat seeping from his forehead.

"Assistant Wang." He lowered his voice, his voice so hoarse it was almost unlike his own.

Assistant Wang, sitting in the driver's seat, glanced in the rearview mirror, immediately understood, silently lowered the car's air conditioning temperature by two degrees, and then tactfully raised the partition.

With a partition separating the front and back rows, it felt as if the world had shrunk to just the two of them.

Lu Zichuan looked down at Shen Zhiyi's slightly parted lips, which still had the grease from eating barbecue on them.

He raised his hand, his thumb gently wiping her lower lip, and lightly cleansed the oil from her lips with his finger. Looking at the oil on his fingertip, he inexplicably licked it. The taste of barbecue mixed with coconut milk and her own unique fragrance spread in his mouth...

At this moment, Shen Zhiyi hummed in her sleep. Instead of moving away, she turned her head and rubbed against his finger like a little animal that craves warmth, unconsciously pursing her lips against his fingertip.

Lu Zichuan's breath hitched a beat.

He abruptly pulled his hand back, clenched it into a fist, and placed it on his knee, his knuckles turning white.

"Shen Zhiyi..." he murmured her name, as if reciting a spell, or as if reminding himself to restrain himself.

Of course she can't hear.

She slept soundly, completely unsuspecting, one hand still clutching the front of his shirt tightly, as if afraid he would run away.

Her collar was pulled askew, revealing a small patch of skin below his collarbone, which gleamed with a cold white light in the dimly lit carriage.

Lu Zichuan stared at that patch of skin for three seconds, then resignedly closed his eyes, turned his head, and leaned back in his seat.

torment.

This was the longest drive he had ever taken in his life.

After an unknown amount of time, the car slowly came to a stop.

"Mr. Lu, we've arrived." Assistant Wang's voice came through the partition, respectful and restrained.

Lu Zichuan opened his eyes and looked down at the person in his arms.

Shen Zhiyi was fast asleep, her cheek pressed against his chest, slightly deformed by the pressure, with a trace of glistening drool hanging from the corner of her mouth.

He reached out and gently patted her face: "Zhizhi, wake up, we're home."

Shen Zhiyi wrinkled her nose, snuggled her face into his arms, mumbled a response, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Lu Zichuan sighed helplessly, resignedly bent down, supported her back with one hand, and put the other hand under her knees to lift her up horizontally.

She clung softly to him, her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder, her breath tickling his neck and sending shivers down his spine.

The car door was opened from the outside by Assistant Wang, and a cool night breeze carrying the chill of early autumn rushed in. Lu Zichuan carried the person out of the car and strode towards the elevator.

Assistant Wang followed behind, silently carrying Lu Zichuan's burgundy suit jacket that had been left on the seat, as well as Shen Zhiyi's shoes.

In the elevator, Lu Zichuan looked down at Shen Zhiyi's sleeping face and couldn't help but gently rub his chin against the top of her head.

The sandalwood scent mingled with the faint aroma of alcohol and cumin on her body, creating a strangely comforting fragrance that he had never smelled in his life.

A few minutes later, the elevator doors slid open with a "ding," and the motion-sensor lights in the corridor turned on, casting a dim yellow light on the two of them.

Lu Zichuan looked down at the person sleeping soundly in his arms, gently pinched Shen Zhiyi's cheek, his fingertips touching her slightly warm skin, and whispered in her ear with a hint of helpless affection, "Zhiyi, wake up, we're home."

Shen Zhiyi opened her eyes groggily, her eyelashes fluttering a few times. She seemed to see the person in front of her clearly, but her consciousness had not fully returned. She then closed her eyes again, snuggling into his arms like a cat, her hands still tightly gripping his shirt. She seemed unlikely to wake up anytime soon.

Helpless, Lu Zichuan supported her with one hand, turned to the door, and used his other hand to press the keypad.

He considered himself to know her fairly well, but none of the details—from her birthday to her anniversary to her divorce date—were correct.

Standing behind him, Assistant Wang couldn't help but speak up, his voice low: "Mr. Lu, if you enter it wrong again, it will trigger the alarm. Not only will it alarm the entire floor of neighbors, but it will also trouble the police to come over."

Lu Zichuan paused, his fingertips hovering above the keyboard. He looked down at Shen Zhiyi, who was sleeping soundly in his arms. Her breathing was even, her cheeks still flushed from the alcohol, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she were having a sweet dream.

He resigned himself to the fact that he was destined not to fall asleep tonight.

Either sit by the door until dawn, or...

He turned around, took Shen Zhiyi's shoes and his own burgundy suit jacket from Assistant Wang's hands, and said to him, "You've worked hard today. Go home and rest early. I'll take care of the rest."

Assistant Wang, with a blank expression, nodded solemnly and replied, "Yes, Mr. Lu."

But the moment he turned around, he grinned, revealing his big white teeth, and burst into silent laughter.

If Miss Shen's password is entered incorrectly, how can President Lu possibly fix it?

Either go to a hotel or take Miss Shen back to your own home...

The following scenes need to be censored with mosaics.