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

The phone screen was lit up; it was an acceptance letter from the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art.

The gold-embossed school badge was dazzling in the afternoon sun, and Su Manman's name was printed on the bright red notification letter, flamboyant and proud.

Shen Zhiyi glanced at it only once, a very faint smile curving her lips: "It's good. Director Xu must have put in a lot of effort, right? That school has high entry requirements and the tuition is quite high. It's really impressive that they were able to get Su Manman in."

Her tone was calm, revealing no emotion.

Once upon a time, she also had an opportunity to study editing in Hollywood. She had even booked her plane ticket, but in order to accompany Hsu Che-sheng to start from scratch in this city, she eventually canceled her ticket.

Now, she can't even find the stub of that invalid plane ticket, but Su Manman has used the resources she gained through her sacrifice to ascend to the hall of fame she once dreamed of.

I wasn't entirely without resentment, but that bitterness was fleeting.

She chose this path herself and never regretted it, but now it seems somewhat absurd.

Even though she hid it very well, Xu Zhesheng still caught the fleeting look of loneliness in her eyes.

He felt a sudden pang in his heart, and the pride he felt from Su Manman's acceptance was instantly overshadowed by guilt.

He pursed his lips, his voice softening unconsciously: "Zhizhi, if you want to study abroad, I can arrange it right now. After Manman's child is born and sent away, and the child is older, I'll go with you, okay? By then we'll have more funds, and maybe we can settle down there. Where do you want to go? America? England?"

He paused, as if painting a rosy picture, "How about Switzerland? Great environment, perfect for living. Expenses are high, but that's okay, I can earn..."

He became more and more engrossed in his speech, as if he could already see the future: him sipping wine and composing art in the garden, Shen Zhiyi with the children on the lawn, the whole family enjoying a harmonious time together. The scene captivated him.

Shen Zhiyi, however, found it laughable.

She now understands that the world after divorce is a world of freedom.

She can go wherever she wants; why wait for a child to grow up? Besides, that child is Su Manman's.

The "family bliss" that Hsu Che-sheng spoke of, which seemed so desirable, sounded like sarcasm to her.

She curled her lips into a cold smile, abruptly cutting off his reverie:

"No need. Director Xu, you should take your Su Manman and your child to enjoy the family life you mentioned. But let me remind you, the expenses for sending Su Manman to study abroad came from our marital property that has not yet been divided, and I have the legal right to seek reimbursement from you."

Xu Zhesheng's hopeful expression froze instantly, his smile fading gradually, replaced by anger: "Why are you always talking about property now?"

"Otherwise," Shen Zhiyi raised her eyes, her gaze clear and sharp, "what else is there for us to talk about?"

"You've signed the divorce agreement, the assets have been clearly defined, now go and complete the formalities. From now on, we'll go our separate ways."

"Divorce! Divorce! It's all about divorce and property!"

Xu Zhesheng finally lost control, his brows furrowed into a tight knot, and his voice became somewhat loud.

He really couldn't do anything about Shen Zhiyi.

He was convinced that she was trying to get his attention in this way, and that she was afraid of being replaced by Su Manman!

Why couldn't she be as sensible as Manman and do as he wanted?

"What exactly do you want?"

After a few seconds, he suddenly let his hand fall, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Shen Zhiyi looked at him as if he were a stranger making a fuss: "Dividing the property, getting a divorce. Aren't these things we both know?"

Xu Zhesheng stared at her, his dark eyes churning with anger, arrogance, and a hint of pain that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

"Okay, I understand."

His voice was hoarse as he squeezed out the words from deep in his throat, "I've given you everything I could, Shen Zhiyi, but you didn't want it."

He took a deep breath, as if making a final decision: "I've come to you too many times; you forced me into this. I hope you won't regret it later."

"From now on, we're even, both professionally and personally!"

"I'll have my assistant calculate the asset list and send it to you tomorrow. Although I've earned more over the years, I know how much you've contributed at home, and I'm not a stingy person. If you want half, I'll give you half. Manman's tuition will come from my share."

He paused, his voice becoming low and hoarse, carrying an almost weary desolation: "You... take care of yourself."

After saying that, he stopped looking at her, turned around, and strode out of the tea room.

His once straight back was now slightly hunched, as if all support had been removed overnight, and his silhouette looked long and slumped under the lamplight.

Shen Zhiyi glanced at it briefly before looking away.

A sense of unease swept through my heart.

The last villa transfer fell through, and this time, if he gets half of his fortune, will it really go so smoothly?

Will he willingly return the assets he transferred out?

Shen Zhiyi felt it wouldn't be that easy, but in any case, he finally agreed, which was the biggest progress.

We'll know the rest tomorrow.

She put her salary card in her bag and walked out.

Outside the screening room, a figure leaned against the white wall, quite eye-catching.

Lu Zichuan, with one hand in his pocket and a relaxed posture, made his simple casual clothes look like high-fashion.

He leaned half his body against the wall, one leg bent with his ankle resting on the wall. His gaze did not linger on the passersby, yet he was a sight to behold, attracting many glances.

A pretty girl, dressed in a fresh and clean style and looking like a female college student, blushed and stepped forward, mustering her courage to hand over her phone. Her voice was barely audible as she asked, "H-Hello, could I please give you my contact information?"

Shen Zhiyi stopped a few steps away, watching with great interest.

The girl had big, bright eyes, a small, delicate nose, and full lips. She exuded elegance from head to toe and was indeed beautiful, definitely a school beauty.

However, Lu Zichuan didn't even lift his eyelids. He parted his thin lips slightly and uttered a clear, cold word:

"roll."

It was devoid of any emotion, yet more intimidating than any reprimand.

The girl froze instantly, her face turning red and then pale. She was usually pampered at school and had clearly never experienced such a situation before. Her eyes reddened, and she covered her face, crying as she ran away.

Shen Zhiyi raised an eyebrow.

Rumors circulated that not even a female mosquito could fly into Lu Zichuan's vicinity, which she initially disbelieved, but now, having witnessed it with her own eyes, she believed it.

As she hesitated whether to step forward, Lu Zichuan seemed to sense something, suddenly raising his eyes and locking his gaze precisely onto her.

The moment their eyes met, he straightened up, strode over, and spoke in a calm yet undeniable tone:

"Why is it so slow?"

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he tilted his chin slightly towards her, his pale eyes reflecting her image, as if of all the colors in the world, only she could catch his eye.