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

"Shen Zhiyi, I was just asking a question, why are you reacting so strongly? Or are you feeling guilty and getting angry because I caught you out?"

Seeing Shen Zhiyi actually dragging her suitcase out, Xu Zhesheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Before his mind could process it, his legs had already moved forward before his consciousness could, and he reached out to grab her.

Shen Zhiyi dodged to the side, but his hand only grasped a wisp of air.

"Whatever you think is fine."

She lowered her head, stopped arguing, and didn't even bother to give him a second glance.

"I'm asking you one last time, did you do this?"

Xu Zhesheng persisted, stepping forward to grab her shoulders and forcing her to turn her head and look directly at him.

"Didn't you already decide whether I did it or not?"

Shen Zhiyi said softly, her eyes, which had once shone brightly because of him, had now lost all their light, leaving only ashes.

"I want you to say it again!"

Xu Zhesheng's eyes were bloodshot, and those eyes, which she once knew so well, were now churning with emotions she couldn't understand and didn't want to understand anymore.

"I didn't do it."

Shen Zhiyi gripped the suitcase handle, her tone light and airy, as if talking to herself.

As she finished speaking, the grip on her shoulders suddenly loosened, and Xu Zhesheng's hand fell limply to his side.

"If it wasn't you... then who was it? Manman... what was her reason for doing this?"

Seeing that he was still asking questions, a hint of understanding and sorrow flashed in Shen Zhiyi's eyes.

She knew he didn't believe her, or rather, he didn't want to believe her.

"Then just pretend I did it."

She raised her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips, but one devoid of any warmth. "Perfect. You can use this as an excuse to officially announce your relationship with her. From now on, you won't have to hide like this when you go out."

"Director Xu, I wish you a bright future and a house full of children and grandchildren."

She knew that unless Xu Zhesheng was willing to undergo a follow-up examination, he would never be able to have his own bloodline in this lifetime.

He was so concerned with saving face, and after five years of marriage without children, he never doubted himself, but instead repeatedly pointed the finger at her...

Indeed, which man could calmly accept criticism in that area?

"Take back what you just said!"

Xu Zhesheng snapped out of his daze and saw that she seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore. He felt a strange emptiness in his heart and subconsciously tightened his grip on her wrist again.

Shen Zhiyi tilted her head, her expression more distant than ever before: "Which sentence?"

"All of them!" he growled.

Shen Zhiyi stared at him quietly for a long time, then suddenly sneered and forcefully pulled her hand away.

As their skin rubbed together, their wrists, already bruised, were further constricted, leaving a glaring purplish-red ring.

Without even glancing back, she deftly picked up her suitcase and walked out of the house without looking back.

As for whether Xu Zhesheng behind her was shocked, angry, regretful, or remorseful, she never looked back.

……

Shen Zhiyi wandered the streets for a long time until dusk, when she finally prepared herself to face her parents.

She hailed a taxi and gave the address: "Jiang'an Huating".

Her parents' home was quite a distance from where she worked. After getting married, she devoted herself to managing the Xu family and rarely came back except for holidays.

Therefore, when she appeared at the door with her suitcase, Xu Jing and Shen Ji exchanged a glance and both saw the worry in each other's eyes about the news from that morning.

"Zhizhi? What happened? Why are you dragging a suitcase back? Did you and Azhe... have a fight?"

Xu Jing put down her lesson plan, took her luggage, and spoke in a gentle voice, but with a hint of cautious probing.

Shen Ji, who was standing to the side, seemed to be reading an ancient book, but his eyes behind his reading glasses kept glancing in their direction.

The two elders were deeply worried.

Shen Zhiyi's fingers tightened, knowing she couldn't hide it from her parents.

She silently took the apple that Xu Jing had peeled, slowly took a bite, and repeatedly considered what to say in her mind, but always felt that she didn't know how to speak.

Only after finishing half an apple did she take a deep breath, look at her parents' graying hair, and carefully say, "Dad, Mom, I want to divorce Xu Zhesheng."

"What?!"

The apple in Xu Jing's hand rolled to the ground with a dull thud.

Shen Ji also slammed the thread-bound book shut, leaning forward, his graying eyebrows almost furrowed in a knot:

"Nonsense! Why can't we talk things out? Why do we have to escalate this to divorce? I warned you before, but you wouldn't listen. Now you want to destroy this family? Didn't you say on the phone this morning that the news was fake?!"

Compared to Shen Ji's harsh words, Xu Jing appeared somewhat calm.

She bent down to pick up the apple, silently went to the kitchen to wash it clean, and then sat back down opposite her daughter, asking softly, "Zhizhi, tell Mom what happened?"

Her gaze was gentle yet firm, carrying the logical and dignified scrutiny characteristic of intellectuals.

Meeting her mother's clear gaze, Shen Zhiyi unconsciously clenched her hands on her knees into fists, her knuckles turning white.

She closed her eyes briefly to suppress her surging emotions, and when she opened them again, her expression was resolute: "It's not fake."

The sound was very soft, yet it was like a pebble thrown into an ancient well, creating ripples.

Shen Ji didn't hear him clearly and tapped the table in annoyance: "Speak properly! What kind of manners are you to stammer like that! Speak louder!"

Xu Jing gently pressed her husband's hand, signaling him to calm down. She simply raised her chin at Shen Zhiyi, her gaze containing both tolerance and an unavoidable question.

Shen Zhiyi repeated, each word carrying immense weight:

"That news... isn't fake. Xu Zhesheng cheated on his wife. Last night... he was out on the river with that woman when the paparazzi took pictures. As for the child in her belly... perhaps it's his."

In front of her parents, she concealed the truth about Xu Zhesheng's health condition, only using the word "perhaps".

But regardless of the circumstances, the affair is an undeniable fact.

The old-style teachers' family compound was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of sparrows outside the window, which only made the silence inside seem even more profound.

Shen Ji suddenly stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in the living room paved with blue bricks, each step extremely heavy.

He muttered to himself, as if reciting a text, or perhaps lamenting, "What a disgrace to our family! Our family values ​​are corrupt!"

"I, Shen Ji, have lived in this family compound for most of my life. Everyone knows I'm an excellent parent, and my family is renowned for its harmony. We were absolutely against your marriage to Xu Zhesheng back then, but what did you say?"

"You said he promised you he would treat you well for the rest of his life, and that he's a man of his word!"

"You've always been able to make your own decisions since you were little. Your mother and I disagreed, but we still went along with your wishes and let you marry Xu Zhesheng, right? And now, only a few years later, you're telling me you want a divorce!"

"Our Shen family has never had a divorce since your great-grandfather's generation. If word gets out, what will our relatives and friends think of us? What will our neighbors think of us?"