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

Shen Zhiyi did not move.

She looked at Zhang Feng, then at Xu Zhesheng.

Xu Zhesheng's brows were still furrowed, but he didn't speak.

There was no intervention, no explanation, and not a single word was spoken in her defense.

Shen Zhiyi suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, so faint that it was almost invisible.

"Director Xu, all the staff on set have signed confidentiality agreements regarding Miss Su's pregnancy. But you're just standing here so brazenly at the hospital entrance. If word gets out, not only will Miss Su's reputation be damaged, but even you, a pure and innocent director, won't be able to explain yourself. Are you sure you want me to kneel here?"

Her voice was soft, but the irony and madness in her eyes were stronger than ever.

Xu Zhesheng stood not far away, taking in her expression.

In the past, no matter what unreasonable demands he or her family made, Shen Zhiyi would grit her teeth and do them, no matter how dissatisfied she was.

But now, she's threatening him?

Having been in the entertainment industry for many years, how could he not understand the meaning behind her words? If she really made him kneel down to Su Manman here, even if he signed a confidentiality agreement, she would still have plenty of ways to expose his affair with Su Manman.

In the darkness, Xu Zhesheng remained expressionless, his deep gaze meeting Shen Zhiyi's.

Su Manman naturally understood the hidden meaning in Shen Zhiyi's words.

Shen Zhiyi is not divorced from Xu Zhesheng yet. If her identity is exposed, she will be a mistress, and her acting career will be ruined!

She absolutely cannot let this happen!

Despite her resentment, she forced a smile, took Zhang Feng's hand, and said, "Auntie, I'm fine. I believe that Sister Zhi came to the hospital to see me because she knows she was wrong. I don't care whether she apologizes verbally or on her knees. As long as your family doesn't quarrel because of me, I'll be content."

Zhang Feng's originally sharp face softened when she looked at Su Manman, and upon hearing her words, the pity in her eyes became even more undisguised: "Manman, you are such a good child."

Then she turned and glared at Shen Zhiyi: "Look at you, you're so much older than Manman, and you don't understand anything. I really don't know what the use of reading so many books is!"

Zhang Feng always had endless things to say when she started criticizing Shen Zhiyi, finding fault with everything from her appearance and physique to her education, work ability, and family background.

At this moment, the rain, which had just subsided, seemed to be about to intensify again.

A gust of wind blew by, and the rain that drifted by hit Shen Zhiyi, making her feel chilly. She couldn't help but shrink her neck.

Su Manman rubbed her arms. Before she could say anything, Xu Zhesheng took off his coat and covered her with it, then put his arm around her waist and walked towards the parking garage.

"Let's go. It's not good for the baby if the pregnant woman doesn't get enough rest."

Zhang Feng's biggest concern right now is the baby in Su Manman's belly. Hearing this, she quickly followed and agreed, "Yes, yes, I was so angry with Shen Zhiyi that I forgot what time it is. Manman, are you sleepy? Come on, Mom will go back and make your bed so you can rest..."

Even from a distance, Shen Zhiyi could still hear Su Manman's tentative voice: "Auntie, before Zhiyi wasn't around, I would call you Mom along with Azhe, but now that she knows, I'll call you Auntie from now on."

"Why do you care what she does? You're carrying Zhe's child. You call me 'Mom,' what right does she have to object?"

"Besides, you'll be our Xu family's daughter-in-law sooner or later. Once A-Zhe and Shen Zhiyi divorce, I'll immediately have him register the marriage with you, and then you'll marry into the family in a grand and glorious way."

They walked far away, and Shen Zhiyi didn't hear whether Xu Zhesheng had said anything or not.

But none of that matters anymore.

Anyway, she's already made up her mind to get a divorce.

It was really inconvenient to hail a taxi on a rainy day, and Shen Zhiyi stood by the roadside for another ten minutes, but no car passed by.

She was feeling quite cold in the wind and was just thinking of going back to the hospital and waiting for the rain to stop when a black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of her.

The rear window slowly rolled down.

Through a layer of hazy rain and mist, Shen Zhiyi could see the man inside.

His eyes were deep and aloof, his jawline sharp and hard, and his clothes were impeccably neat and clean, making him seem out of place in this disheveled rainy night.

What's most striking are his eyes, with extremely light pupils, like glass washed clean. They look at people without any warmth, yet it's impossible to look away.

Lu Zichuan is another young director competing with Xu Zhesheng for this year's Golden Duck Award.

The two have some history. Back in school, Lu Zichuan and Xu Zhesheng were mortal enemies. Compared to Xu Zhesheng, who climbed up step by step from the countryside with his talent, Lu Zichuan was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

He was the second son of the Lu family in Beijing, and also the youngest son of Old Master Lu.

The Lu family is a well-known wealthy family in Beijing. His older brother is twenty years older than him and has long managed the Lu family in an orderly manner. As a result, the whole family indulges this spoiled brat in doing whatever he likes.

Lu Zichuan liked directing, so his family simply set up a film and television company for him to do as he pleased.

This person also inherited the Lu family's talent; as long as he is interested in something, he becomes extremely talented. Xu Zhesheng lost to him several times. Shen Zhiyi's superb editing skills added many memorable scenes to his film.

The two have been rivals since college, maintaining a polite facade while secretly harboring deep hatred for each other.

Therefore, even though Lu Zichuan extended olive branches to her several times, Shen Zhiyi simply chose to ignore them.

"President Lu."

Seeing that the other person had already stopped in front of her, Shen Zhiyi gave a simple greeting.

Lu Zichuan leaned back in his chair, his profile shrouded in shadow, his eyes and brows indifferent and devoid of any warmth.

He didn't rush to speak.

His gaze slowly slid across her face: her pale face, swollen left cheek, dried bloodstains at the corner of her mouth, soaked clothes, and a small dark stain on her abdomen.

His gaze lingered on the stain for a moment.

"Miss Shen, why are you in such a sorry state? Is this how Director Xu treats his trump card?"

The Lu family wields immense power, making investigations incredibly easy. Even though Shen Zhiyi and Xu Zhesheng are secretly married, it's impossible to hide it from Lu Zichuan.

He clearly knew they were husband and wife, yet he used the term "trump card" to describe their relationship. Shen Zhiyi clenched her clothes, trying to remain calm: "It's dark and the road is slippery, Mr. Lu, please drive carefully."

The order to leave was very clear.

The back seat suddenly opened, and Lu Zichuan's long, slender feet landed first, his spotless leather shoes instantly damp with raindrops.

But he didn't care and walked straight toward Shen Zhiyi with his umbrella.

As soon as she got close, Shen Zhiyi smelled the faint scent of cedar on him, a refreshing aroma that filled her nostrils.

She instinctively took half a step back.

Lu Zichuan didn't pay attention to her little actions, he just tilted the umbrella over her head to block the rain from her head.

He looked down at her, her light-colored pupils reflecting the dim yellow light of the streetlights.

"Miss Shen, what's your decision yet?"

"Right now, you need a way out, and I need a helper."

He paused, tilting his head slightly as if examining an interesting collectible:

Or perhaps,

"Are you planning to stay put and wait for Hsu Che-sheng to have a change of heart?"