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

The voice was so familiar, so familiar, that the hand that was rubbing Su Hang's head froze almost imperceptibly for a moment.

The music seemed to pause for a beat at that moment, and the laughing male models around them all fell silent and turned to look at them.

Shen Zhiyi did not turn around immediately.

She even sighed softly, as if regretting that her good mood for the evening had been ruined.

He was the person she least wanted to see.

A few seconds later, she slowly turned around in an almost languid manner.

Xu Zhesheng stood there, less than three steps away from her.

His face was flushed, and although he had just told her that he was quitting drinking, he was now reeking of alcohol.

He had probably just rushed over from the booths; his chest was still heaving violently. His usually image-conscious face was now twisted into a grimace by extreme anger and some kind of unbelievable shock.

He stared at her intently, his eyes bloodshot, as if he wanted to devour her alive.

His gaze turned even more crimson as it swept over her black tank top, her bare shoulders and neck, and Su Hang beside her, who was looking at him timidly with a frightened expression.

Shen Zhiyi met his gaze without flinching or showing any panic.

She merely raised an eyebrow slightly, her captivating eyes now filled with coldness and a silent pity.

It's as if I'm looking at a ridiculous soul.

"Oh," she said, her red lips parting slightly, her voice soft yet clearly penetrating the noisy music, carrying a hint of nonchalant mockery, "Director Xu... is here for drinks too?"

Her sarcasm pierced Xu Zhesheng's heart like a needle. His eyes darted around for a moment, and when he caught sight of the group of well-dressed male models beside her, he paused, took a few steps to her side, grabbed her hand, and started to walk out.

"What are you doing! Let go of me!"

He grabbed her hand, and Shen Zhiyi's brows furrowed instantly as she struggled to pull her hand back.

Meanwhile, Tan Gui, who had been drinking quite a bit, sobered up and saw Shen Zhiyi being bullied. She rushed over and slapped Xu Zhesheng's arm, yelling, "What's wrong with you, Xu? Let go of Zhiyi right now!"

Tan Gui's strength wasn't great; the slap on his hand was neither too light nor too heavy. But she had a loud voice, and her shout instantly brought the male models who had been stunned to their senses, and they all stood up to break up the fight.

They didn't know that Shen Zhiyi had been married before, and only thought that Xu Zhesheng was her ambiguous partner or boyfriend. They had seen this kind of dispute countless times before.

Generally speaking, women are more loyal in relationships. The fact that a man would go to a bar to find a male model suggests that he must have done something wrong!

In addition, Shen Zhiyi is so beautiful. Although this man is alright, he still feels unworthy of her when standing in front of the radiant Shen Zhiyi.

Moreover, given his rude attitude, the men spontaneously formed a human wall, separating Xu Zhesheng and Shen Zhiyi.

"Shen Zhiyi, come home with me."

Xu Zhesheng was unwilling to lose his composure in front of so many people, so he took a deep breath and said in a calm voice.

"Home? Which home?" Shen Zhiyi found it amusing; her home was long gone.

Xu Zhesheng's eyes widened even more, and he angrily demanded, "Which family are you talking about?!"

"I see you're getting more and more audacious, daring to do these things! Do you even know how unsavory these people are! You think they really like you? Let me tell you, they just want the money in your wallet!"

"Hey sir, I know you. You're a famous director. I always thought you were a cultured person, but what you're saying is a bit harsh."

The man who had been sitting to Shen Zhiyi's right, with a somewhat gloomy appearance, spoke up. He had a calm demeanor, and although it hadn't been noticed before, it was immediately obvious that he was the leader of this group.

"It's all work. How is it not clean if we earn money honestly with our own skills? Besides, we only sell our art, not our bodies, and we get medical checkups every month. What you're saying is biased and prejudiced, which is not good."

Xu Zhesheng appears gentle, but he is actually arrogant at heart. He believes that he has built his film career through hard work and ability, while these people here are just selling their bodies to make quick money. How can they be the same as him?

A shadow crossed his eyes, but he refused to say another word to him, as if doing so would sully his mouth.

"Shen Zhiyi, come back with me right now."

He repeated it again.

Before Shen Zhiyi could speak, Tan Gui stepped forward and said, "Xu Zhesheng, is your brain irritated by alcohol?"

"It's a double standard: officials are allowed to set fires while commoners are forbidden even to light lamps? Your name and that bitch's name are still trending! What right do you have to interfere with Zhizhi's affairs?"

"If the people here are unclean, where can you be clean?"

"What's so great about a rotten cucumber?"

She paused again, glanced around, and curled her lips into a smile, deliberately drawing out her words: "Besides, only those who approach you are after the money in your purse! Our Zhizhi is so beautiful, even without money, they'd still be willing to play along, don't you think?"

As she said this, her hands were hidden behind her back, frantically trying to cover for the person behind her, hoping they would cooperate with her.

But there's no need for cooperation at all; everyone thinks the same way.

Today's two guests are good-looking, have great figures, and are very polite. They won't lay a hand on them or force them to drink. They even politely refuse when the guests try to be friendly. If every day's guests were like this, they would be overjoyed!

Everyone immediately nodded: "That's right, we'd love to play with these two ladies. We'd even do it for free if they agreed."

This group of people, who usually fight tooth and nail for customers, are now standing together, a rare sight indeed.

Xu Zhesheng's brows furrowed even more, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Shen Zhiyi: "Are you leaving or not?"

Shen Zhiyi is 1.7 meters tall, and she was wearing high heels today. Even with a group of people standing in front of her, she was still able to meet Xu Zhesheng's gaze: "No, let's go."

She uttered each word carefully.

"Fine, fine, it seems you're really going to cause trouble! Do you even remember who you are?!"

Xu Zhesheng's face, already slightly flushed with anger, turned even redder as he pointed at her, reminding her of her married status.

Just then, Su Hang, who had been timidly hiding behind Shen Zhiyi, trembled almost imperceptibly when he heard the word "identity".

He subconsciously looked up at Xu Zhesheng, who seemed to be insane, then quickly lowered his head, trying to minimize his presence.

After being married for many years, Shen Zhiyi understood his unspoken meaning perfectly well. In the past, she could cooperate without him saying it outright, but now, Xu Zhesheng and Su Manman's trending topics and the media's claims that the two were about to get married flashed through her mind.

She chuckled, her eyes sparkling as if stars were twinkling in them:

"Director Xu, I've had a few drinks and I do seem to have forgotten some things. Tell me, what exactly is my identity? And by what right do you order me to leave?"