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

Shen Zhiyi felt that Lu Zichuan's words were somewhat sarcastic, but she had no evidence.

Her phone suddenly vibrated, breaking the cold silence around her.

She answered the phone, and Tan Gui's energetic voice instantly broke through the icy shell around her.

"Zhizhi, aren't you back yet? I've already finished my night shift!"

"I'll be right back. Are you hungry? Do you want me to bring you some food?"

Shen Zhiyi's voice softened unconsciously, and the frost that had been settling in her eyes all day quietly loosened.

"No, no!"

Tan Gui refused decisively on the other end, "I just grabbed a quick bite at the hospital, I'm not hungry at all. Let me tell you, I ran into a really weird patient today..."

Tan Gui's mouth was like a floodgate that had been opened; once she started, she couldn't stop.

Shen Zhiyi listened quietly, letting the trivial complaints flow into her ears.

The chatter was noisy, yet very real, like a lifeline that pulled her back from the shattered state of her life to the warmth of everyday existence.

After Tan Gui had vented her anger, Shen Zhiyi gently interjected, "Really? He's really wicked... I'll stop here for now, I'll go back now and you can tell me the details when I get back."

After hanging up the phone, she looked up and was slightly taken aback.

Lu Zichuan was still standing there, his figure upright, like a silent cedar tree.

"Mr. Lu, I'll be going now."

Shen Zhiyi abandoned the gentleness she showed when facing Tan Gui and reverted to her usual aloofness.

Lu Zichuan didn't speak, but simply raised his chin slightly.

Assistant Wang understood immediately and quickly said with a smile, "Miss Shen, are you going back to that place from that day? Perfect timing, I need to take President Lu back, it's on my way, let's go together."

Shen Zhiyi hesitated for two seconds, then nodded.

The atmosphere inside the car was so quiet it was almost stagnant.

Assistant Wang gripped the steering wheel intently, while Lu Zichuan sat in the left rear seat, immediately opening his laptop on his lap as soon as he got in the car.

Long, slender fingers flew across the keyboard, the tapping sounds even and rapid, like some kind of cold metronome.

Shen Zhiyi didn't know how to break the silence, so she lowered her head and clicked on the blue icon that she hadn't clicked in a long time.

Her WeChat Moments list is not long, and most of it consists of work-related posts.

As I casually swiped down, an extremely glaring selfie suddenly caught my eye; it was posted by Su Manman that afternoon.

In the photo, Su Manman smiles sweetly, her eyes curving into crescents, but what is most eye-catching is her right hand, which seems to be casually resting on her collarbone.

On her middle finger, a three-carat diamond ring reflected an arrogant brilliance in the sunlight, more dazzling than the blazing sun outside the window. The accompanying caption was brief and haughty:

"I like it, and I get it."

The post received countless likes, and the comment section exploded with discussion.

"Oh my god! He got proposed to?"

"When are you going to the wedding?"

"Is the male protagonist still that renowned director Xu?"

Su Manman did not reply to each person individually, but only replied to one message: "Thank you for your blessings. We will send out wedding invitations, so please look forward to it."

Shen Zhiyi scrolled through the page expressionlessly, but her mind kept replaying the image of Xu Zhesheng tearing up the agreement in the office that afternoon, his fierce demeanor masking his inner weakness.

The contrast was utterly absurd, and she couldn't help but let out a very soft, cold laugh.

Fortunately, she was determined enough.

Otherwise, one might actually be fooled by Hsu Che-sheng's superb acting skills in portraying himself as abandoned, and believe his lies that he didn't genuinely want a divorce.

She couldn't help but wonder when Xu Zhesheng had become so two-faced.

Memories drift back to the university campus.

At that time, he was poor, but simple and honest.

Faced with numerous suitors, he never lied or hid his humble origins.

"I don't have money, so I can't date."

"I just want to make good films, I don't care about anything else."

Don't waste your time on me, it's useless.

Many people returned disappointed after months of relentless pursuit.

Only Shen Zhiyi pursued him relentlessly from freshman year to senior year, for a full four years.

She went from being an admirer to becoming his partner, then infiltrated his dorm room, integrated into his circle of friends, and step by step, patiently and persistently invaded his life.

Finally, after countless questionings, Xu Zhesheng finally confessed and admitted her identity.

At that moment, she couldn't wait to announce her joy to the whole world.

But now she belatedly realizes that perhaps Xu Zhesheng never loved her from the very beginning.

Being with her is more about habit, convenience, and even... responsibility.

He never said "like" or "love" to her. Even when she pleaded and pressed him, he would just casually tell her to "stop it."

She was never in his heart.

As for Su Manman, she wasn't sure if it was love, but she knew clearly that Xu Zhesheng's attitude towards Su Manman was completely different from his attitude towards her.

His brief loss of control in the afternoon was nothing more than the possessiveness of someone accustomed to being looked up to, unable to accept being abandoned by someone who had once been so humble.

Pulled back to reality, Shen Zhiyi suddenly felt a gaze falling on her.

The sound of typing on the keyboard beside me had stopped sometime ago.

The car was dimly lit, except for the cold blue light emanating from Lu Zichuan's laptop screen, which made his pale eyes appear exceptionally clear.

He was looking at her, his gaze calm as still water, yet unfathomable.

Shen Zhiyi was startled, thinking that her cold laugh had disturbed him, and quickly apologized, "Ah... I'm sorry..."

She quickly turned off the screen, stuffed her phone back into her pocket, gestured to Lu Zichuan that she could continue with her work, and then turned her head to look out the window.

The neon lights rushed past, reflected in her empty pupils, and she seemed lost in thought.

After a while, Lu Zichuan's deep voice slowly rang out in the enclosed carriage, breaking the suffocating silence.

"Did he sign the divorce papers?"

Shen Zhiyi was taken aback and subconsciously turned to look at him.

How did he know?

She contacted the law firm and lawyers herself; there was no one else in the office besides her and Xu Zhesheng just now…

Perhaps the doubt in her eyes was too obvious, so Lu Zichuan cleared his throat, his gaze returning to the computer screen, but his tone left no room for doubt: "I just passed by and vaguely heard a few words."

Shen Zhiyi believed it.

Xu Zhesheng made such a big commotion just now, he might have actually let slip some words.

She nodded gently: "Yes, I've signed it."

"Has the property been liquidated?"

He asked the question so naturally, as if he were asking about something perfectly ordinary.

"I asked him to list his assets over the years, but he didn't."

Shen Zhiyi spoke frankly, with a hint of self-deprecation in her tone, "But the agreement states that the property will be split 50/50."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zichuan turned his head, and a subtle, unnoticeable depth flashed in his pale eyes amidst the light and shadow.

He didn't say anything more, but simply reached out and took a pre-prepared folder from his side and handed it to her.

The folder was thick with neat edges and a simple logo printed on the cover.

Shen Zhiyi took it in a daze; it felt heavy in her hand.

She looked up, meeting Lu Zichuan's calm eyes with a questioning gaze, and softly asked, "What...is this?"

Lu Zichuan withdrew his hand, turned his gaze back to the computer screen, and slid his fingertips across the touchpad. His voice was calm and even, yet each word was clear:

"Part of what we found. Evidence regarding Xu Zhesheng's asset transfer. Although it's not complete, it's enough for you."

He paused, then added, his tone carrying an air of calm and control:

"Take it first."