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

When Xu Zhesheng's name was mentioned, a faint hint of mockery flashed in Lu Zichuan's eyes.

These words made Shen Zhiyi keenly aware of something.

"You know about him?"

Lu Zichuan maintained his posture, "In this circle, you're probably the only one who doesn't know."

These words were like a sharp knife, piercing straight into Shen Zhiyi's heart.

Even though she had already decided to give up, the overwhelming emotions of disappointment, sadness, anger, and resentment made Shen Zhiyi's already pale face even paler.

Her legs were so weak she could barely stand, but Lu Zichuan caught her just in time, and she whispered in his ear, "Okay, I promise you."

"Give me a month, and I'll clean this up."

......

When they returned to Xu Zhesheng's home, it was as dark as expected, and no one was home.

It was clear that Xu Zhesheng stayed there with Su Manman.

Shen Zhiyi glanced at the empty house before turning around and going back to her room.

Over the years, Xu Zhesheng has needed his own private space to maintain his inspiration, which is why the two have been living separately. Shen Zhiyi rarely goes to Xu Zhesheng's bedroom, because Xu Zhesheng feels that it is his space and does not allow outsiders to enter at will.

He would only allow her to stay overnight if he or she had physical needs.

Shen Zhiyi used to respect him and understand that he needed his own space as a director. But now it seems that she was too love-struck in the past, always thinking that loving someone meant being good to them without restraint, which made Xu Zhesheng feel that she didn't need to be respected.

That's what emboldened him to treat her like that.

Shen Zhiyi took a hot shower, carefully avoiding the wound, before lying back down on the bed.

The night was far too long, and despite the mix of emotions, she fell asleep quickly.

When she regained consciousness, she felt as if she were being stared at. The gaze seemed to be scrutinizing her, yet it also seemed to be filled with deep affection, and there was an indescribable emotion in Shen Zhiyi's heart.

Regardless, being stared at is an extremely unpleasant feeling, especially when you can't see the person. It feels like being watched by a wild beast, sending chills down your spine.

When she was able to open her eyes, she didn't hesitate; she just wanted to see if there was anyone around her.

The ceiling was light blue, and the surroundings were cold and deserted, just as always.

She then patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, her door was pushed open from the outside, and Shen Zhiyi turned around sharply, "Who is it?"

"Awake?" Xu Zhesheng was already dressed and looking smart, standing at the door with a bowl of chicken soup in his hand.

He had a smile on his lips, a smile that was just right, gentle and considerate, like that of a dutiful husband.

But Shen Zhiyi has known him for far too many years.

She could tell at a glance that the smile was practiced.

This is the expression he makes when comforting the actors on set.

Xu Zhesheng placed the chicken soup on the bedside table, casually dragged a chair over, and sat down, his tone as calm as if he were assigning work:

"Manman is unable to join the crew these few days, so the upcoming scenes will require splicing shots. You'll handle that."

Shen Zhiyi frowned: "I refuse. Splicing shots will affect the quality of the film."

Hsu Che-sheng smiled, with a knowing look that said, "I knew you would say that."

"I know it will affect the quality."

"But Manman's health is more important."

"You're a top-notch editor, this is no problem for you."

At this point, Xu Zhesheng's voice softened again, and he gently coaxed, "Zhizhi, I know you're upset, but we need to separate public and private matters."

"The whole team is waiting, and the investors are waiting for the results. You understand the priorities, right?"

As he approached, the scent of Su Manman's perfume wafted over him, a testament to their intimate encounter the previous night.

Shen Zhiyi held her breath and looked up at him, only to see that although Xu Zhesheng had a smile on his face, his eyes held an undeniable firmness.

She knew this was a sign that he had made up his mind.

The hand under the blanket involuntarily clenched into a fist.

Xu Zhesheng was absolutely professional during filming and would never allow any spliced ​​shots. In fact, whenever she brought him a shot that she thought was perfect for review, he would find fault with it and make her go back and revise it, ensuring that there was no flaw in the shot.

At this moment, for Su Manman, he even gave up his own major...

Su Manman was so important to him.

Shen Zhiyi felt a dull ache in her abdominal wound again.

However, it wasn't out of heartache, but rather anger.

If she had known he was such an unprofessional person, why would she have given up the opportunity to work in an office and spent day and night on set just to get the best shots for the photographer to edit?

But thinking that he would be leaving in a month, he slowly relaxed his clenched fist.

She closed her eyes briefly, trying to control her emotions: "Okay, I understand. Is there anything else, Director Xu?"

A single "Director Xu" acted like a talisman, creating a distance between the two.

Xu Zhesheng's smile froze for a moment.

He looked at her, as if trying to find a crack in her expression.

but no.

She was as calm as a stagnant pool.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

In the past, when she was angry, she would question him with red eyes, slam the door and leave, and give him the cold shoulder for several days.

He was annoyed by her behavior and felt that she lacked common sense.

But now that she's so calm, he feels an emptiness inside.

He leaned forward and reached out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear.

Shen Zhiyi tilted her head almost imperceptibly.

His hand missed its target.

Xu Zhesheng's hand froze in mid-air for a moment before he withdrew it.

He smiled, his tone carrying a hint of helpless coaxing:

"Zhizhi, stop being so temperamental, okay?"

He paused, then his voice softened slightly:

"Manman and I were drunk that time. Only that one time, I promise you."

"Didn't you want to go to Semporna for a trip? I'll go with you after Manman gives birth, okay?"

His phone vibrated as he said this.

He glanced down at the screen, where a WeChat message popped up with the contact name "Baby".

He didn't open it, but Shen Zhiyi saw the corners of his mouth unconsciously curve upwards.

The curve is very shallow, so shallow that it is almost invisible.

But Shen Zhiyi saw it.

Then she glanced at the chicken soup on the side. It couldn't have been made by Xu Zhesheng, and it was even less likely that Zhang Feng would have made it for her. The only possibility was that Su Manman hadn't finished the rest of the soup last night.

Her stomach churned, and she forced herself to look away.

Xu Zhesheng put his phone back in his pocket, then leaned over and gently kissed her forehead, his breath warm against her ear.

"I knew it, my Zhizhi is the best."