The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 101: She Hated That She Didn’t Have a Knife in Her Hand

Chapter 101: Chapter 101: She Hated That She Didn’t Have a Knife in Her Hand

"Zhou Lin, I’m going to kill you, you scum," Meng Qiancheng struggled and roared.

Zhou Lin’s arms tightened, his gaze fixed on President Wang, "Send the person over, just keep them breathing."

Then he strode away.

...

Headache.

Every part of the body ached.

Cheng Zhiwei felt as if she would die the next second, and thought it might be better to die than to suffer such pain.

But if she died, to whom would she tell her hatred?

From somewhere, she found the strength to struggle and open her eyes.

The sobbing voice of Wang Mei followed, "She’s awake, the Young Madam is awake."

Cheng Zhiwei dully watched the IV bag above her head, the cold liquid dripping down.

Her blurry focus slowly gathered, and with a slight turn of her gaze, it landed on Wang Mei. She opened her mouth, silently saying, "Aunt Wang."

Wang Mei wiped her tears and repeatedly said, "I’m here, I’m here, Young Madam, don’t be afraid, I’m here, and the young master is also here."

Cheng Zhiwei stiffened, then slowly moved her gaze to see Zhou Lin standing beside Wang Mei.

The hatred in her heart spread to every limb; suddenly she found the strength and said, "Help me up."

"You’re all injured; you should remain lying down," Wang Mei tentatively advised.

But Cheng Zhiwei insisted, "Help me up."

At that moment, Wang Mei didn’t dare to make Cheng Zhiwei angry and hurried to comply.

"I’ll do it," Zhou Lin spoke.

Wang Mei quickly stepped aside.

Zhou Lin’s palm slid into Cheng Zhiwei’s back, and that shameful feeling rushed out like it had a memory.

She closed her eyes, forcing herself to endure, and slowly sat up.

Zhou Lin felt her body’s stiffness, and he also knew why. A complex emotion flashed through his eyes. "Zhiwei..."

Cheng Zhiwei yanked the IV needle from the back of her hand and, with all her might, viciously plunged it into Zhou Lin’s chest.

The hatred gave the weakened woman a sudden burst of energy, burying the entire needle into Zhou Lin’s flesh.

Zhou Lin didn’t move, but his hand still steadily supported Cheng Zhiwei.

Wang Mei cried out in horror, "Young Master."

Cheng Zhiwei, with her hair disheveled and burning with hatred, was terrifyingly pale; that action had drained her last bit of energy.

Her body trembled violently, she bit her lip hard, bending over as if she might convulse.

She hated that all she had at hand was a small needle instead of a knife.

"Call the doctor," Zhou Lin ordered Wang Mei in a deep voice.

Wang Mei hurried out.

After a new IV was attached, Zhou Lin instructed Wang Mei to watch over Cheng Zhiwei before he himself left.

"Young Madam, what are you doing?" Wang Mei gripped Cheng Zhiwei’s hand tightly, her eyes red as she softly soothed, "Let’s talk about anything after you’ve recovered, let’s rest and heal for now."

Cheng Zhiwei curled up in the blankets, clenched her teeth, and could not help but cry.

She truly was full of hatred.

Outside the door, Zhou Lin paused for a long while, before slowly walking away.

Secretary Zhang glanced at Zhou Lin, his dark eyes devoid of warmth, but Secretary Zhang knew this was a sign of Zhou Lin’s fury.

He said in a low voice, "I asked, and Wang Zhen insists that you sent the Young Madam to him as a gift for the cooperation between the two families."

As the words fell, the temperature plummeted.

Zhou Lin then understood where Cheng Zhiwei’s immense hatred came from; she thought it was him...

"You see..."

Zhou Lin’s tone was as casual as ever, nearly indistinguishable from his usual manner, yet it was exceptionally intimidating, "Bring his daughter over."

"Yes."

After treating his wounds, Zhou Lin didn’t return to the infirmary; instead, he went to where Wang Zhen was being held.

Wang Zhen was lying on the ground stark naked, his face swollen and bruised, which made for a particularly ugly sight.

The sound of leather shoes tapping on the floor arose, and then stopped beside him; he struggled to lift his swollen eyelids to look, and Zhou Lin’s towering figure stood against the light, his gaze cold and sharp, filled with icy menace.

Wang Zhen struggled to rise from the ground and had just knelt down when a leather shoe pressed down on his fingers, the sound of bones shattering was clear.

He screamed in agony; the words that came out were intermittent due to the excruciating pain, "Young President Zhou, this is really a misunderstanding; if I had known she was the Young Madam, I would never have done such a thing."

Zhou Lin looked down on him from above, lips slightly pursed, his expression cold and sharp, "Secretary Zhang said, you told him she was a ’cooperative gift’ I gave you?"

He pressed down harder with his foot.

Wang Zhen, pressing his arm that was being stepped on, cried out in pain, "That’s what your man said."

Zhou Lin sneered coldly and viciously, "Wang Zhen, what kind of trash is your Tianchen that I would flatter you like this? Besides, when has Zhou Group ever done such sleazy business in the name of cooperation?"

Wang Zhen found it painful to speak and faintly realized that he had been played.

All because he was so overjoyed by the cooperation at the time and had too much to drink, he hadn’t thought too much about it.

Indeed, it was he who was begging for cooperation with Zhou Group, not Zhou Group eager to present gifts to him.

"I truly don’t know what happened; someone just pulled me aside while I was dining, saying they prepared a great gift to strengthen cooperation with Zhou’s," Wang Zhen no longer dared say it was given by Zhou Lin.

He didn’t want to die.

"Man or woman; what did he look like?"

"A man, dressed in a black suit... His appearance... His appearance... I’ve forgotten."

"Forgotten?" Zhou Lin laughed softly, the laughter cold, "Okay, I have a way here that will guarantee you remember."

Before Wang Zhen could beg for mercy, he saw a young woman being brought in and thrown at his feet like a rag doll.

He froze, nearly fainting, "My daughter?"

A table was brought over and placed in front of him.

Zhou Lin lifted his foot and took a few steps back, "You love to play, don’t you? Why not play a game here with your daughter?"

"Young President Zhou, please spare me," Wang Zhen knocked his head on the ground repeatedly.

"Strip off her clothes."

Wang Zhen lunged to protect his daughter; in the blink of an eye, he finally remembered something, "I remember now, I remember now, he has a scar on his chin."

Secretary Zhang’s expression changed, and he whispered something into Zhou Lin’s ear.

Zhou Lin’s face was icy cold as he kicked Wang Zhen in the chest hard, "Your daughter is also of age; worse than pigs and dogs."

"Leave her with a breath, then hand her over to the police."

Once they knew who, it was naturally simple to find him, and tracing the vine to find the melon, they would capture the person behind it all.

When he received the results, Zhou Lin was standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows, dealing with Lin Yu’s phone call.

Lin Yu knew about Cheng Zhiwei’s abuse but wasn’t fully informed, thinking it was a kidnapping. Thus, she only blamed Zhou Lin for not protecting Cheng Zhiwei well, nothing more.

Zhou Lin obediently took the berating, and when Lin Yu was finished and had hung up, he then turned to face Secretary Zhang, "Who is it?"

Secretary Zhang swallowed, feeling life was too difficult, barely daring to look at Zhou Lin’s expression.

"Who is it?" Zhou Lin’s voice turned eight degrees colder.