The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 114: Unfortunately, Meng Qiancheng is not one to be trifled with

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Unfortunately, Meng Qiancheng is not one to be trifled with

With a heavy heart, Cheng Zhiwei said directly, "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Qiancheng, but I don’t want to live a life of instability. Do you understand what I mean?"

"You..." Meng Qiancheng’s face instantly turned awful as he couldn’t help but ask resentfully, "Are you refusing to come with me because I don’t have money?"

Cheng Zhiwei pursed her lips. She had never despised Meng Qiancheng for not having money—she just wanted him to live his life well and not get entangled in hers anymore. She feared that one day she wouldn’t be able to protect him.

If such a misunderstanding could make him realize the truth and stay away from her, Cheng Zhiwei was willing to be misunderstood.

She took a step back, her gaze clear and calm, and looked up at Meng Qiancheng, "Yes, why should I abandon a life of glory and wealth to suffer with you?"

Meng Qiancheng looked at Cheng Zhiwei, with disappointment, disbelief, and pain in his eyes, "Is that really how you feel?"

"Of course," Cheng Zhiwei said without hesitation, "No matter how Zhou Lin treats me, I am still the legitimate Young Madam Zhou, recognized by the Zhou Family. How many women Zhou Lin keeps outside doesn’t affect my status."

"No wonder you won’t take revenge on him," Meng Qiancheng said with utmost disappointment, his tone turning from bitter to icy cold, "Cheng Zhiwei, is money that important to you?"

"Of course it is," Cheng Zhiwei replied through clenched teeth, her eyes stinging with tears that she forcefully held back, "I don’t want to see you anymore, so please, don’t appear in front of me again."

"Fine, fine, fine, Cheng Zhiwei, I really misjudged you," Meng Qiancheng left furiously.

Cheng Zhiwei felt weak, slowly squatting against the wall, sobbing with clenched teeth.

I’m sorry, Brother Qiancheng.

...

Inside the car.

Zhou Lin listened to that sob, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth—it was truly a heartfelt performance. To defend Meng Qiancheng, to protect Meng Qiancheng, Cheng Zhiwei didn’t hesitate to tarnish her own reputation.

Does she really think that by pushing Meng Qiancheng away, he will be able to live a peaceful life?

Pity, for Meng Qiancheng isn’t someone easy to deal with.

It’s truly curious what her expression will be when Meng Qiancheng’s true colors are revealed.

Zhou Lin was very much looking forward to that day.

...

"Zhiwei," a frail voice called out, Cheng Zhiyin had awakened.

Cheng Zhiwei quickly wiped away her tears and hurried over, "Sis, you’re awake, that’s great."

Cheng Zhiyin, seeing her tear-stained face, spoke gently with a sigh, "Why did you and Qiancheng have to end up like this?"

Cheng Zhiwei had a mouthful of bitterness; it wasn’t what she wanted, but Meng Qiancheng kept pressuring her.

He didn’t understand that his supposed deep feelings for her were just an excuse for Zhou Lin to trouble her. She had enough on her plate and needed to lessen the burdens wherever she could.

"He and I were never meant to walk the same path," Cheng Zhiwei said softly, wiping away her tears quickly and changing the subject, "How are you feeling?"

"The child..." Cheng Zhiyin, fragile and weak, instinctively placed her hand on her lower abdomen.

She hadn’t been pregnant for long and didn’t even show yet, but whether there was still life blooming inside her was so palpably clear.

Cheng Zhiwei felt sorrow too and whispered consolingly, "Don’t be sad, sister. You can still have children."

"By the way, Gao Wei’s mother said you were going out shopping and fell down the stairs. How could this have happened?" Cheng Zhiwei hurriedly asked.

Cheng Zhiyin’s eyes reddened as she choked up, "It wasn’t me who fell down the stairs; it was Gao Wei’s mother who pushed me from behind."

"What?" Cheng Zhiwei became enraged, "You were pregnant! Pushing you is no different than murder."

Cheng Zhiyin closed her eyes, tears slipping down, and said in sorrow, "That child called Xiao Ru is gone. She came to our house causing a scene, saying she would report Gao Wei if he didn’t give her money. Gao Wei gave her a large sum, and he thinks it’s my fault. When I ran out, his mother pushed me from behind."

A deep anguish gripped her.

Cheng Zhiwei scoffed internally; she had really underestimated Xiao Ru, not content just being Bai Zhuzhu’s accomplice but even daring to come to their house for extortion.

And Gao Wei himself, guilty of infidelity first, dared to place the blame on Cheng Zhiyin.

He really was just like his mother, stingy and cold-blooded.

"Losing the child is a good thing." Cheng Zhiyin had already made up her mind. She might be frail, but that didn’t mean she could be easily bullied. Infidelity and domestic violence—either issue was enough grounds for her to decide on a divorce.

All she had been clinging to was a futile wish for marital harmony.

Now, with the child gone, there was no reason to continue the marriage.

"Call Gao Wei in," Cheng Zhiyin said as she propped herself up to sit; some matters were better resolved sooner rather than later.

Cheng Zhiwei opened the door and called Gao Wei. Mother Gao insisted on following in, and Cheng Zhiwei didn’t stop her.

As soon as Gao Wei entered the ward, he rushed to the bedside pretending nothing had happened, cooing with faux concern, "Zhiyin, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Looking at his act, Cheng Zhiyin felt nothing but disgust, encircled by an endless weariness, "Gao Wei, let’s get a divorce."

Divorce was exactly what Gao Wei wanted, and Cheng Zhiyin’s suggestion fit his intentions, but he still feigned shock and agony, "Why, Zhiyin? I know I’m at fault, but I’m willing to change. Can’t you give me one more chance?"

Cheng Zhiyin looked at him silently. From their days of romance to their wedding, then working at the same school, they were the envy of many—a model couple. Yet in just a few short years, he had changed.

With painful resignation, Cheng Zhiyin squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her fists so hard her nails left red marks in her palms. It was a long while before she opened her eyes and looked steadily at him, "Gao Wei, really, if you think our marriage can’t continue, you could’ve just told me. Why did you have to treat me this way? Were all those years of affection fake?"

"Cheng Zhiyin, you have the nerve to say that," Mother Gao sneered, "You’ve been married to Gao Wei for so many years without a child. If it were anyone else, they would have left you long ago. It’s only because Gao Wei is kind-hearted that he’s still with you."

Cheng Zhiyin wanted no more arguments, stating directly, "The house was bought with the down payment from my parents; it’s mine. The car you bought yourself; I don’t want it."

"Why should it go to you?" Mother Gao protested. "Your parents paid the down payment, but we’ve paid off quite a bit of the loan over the years. We own a share in the house too."

"Besides, you kept your infertility a secret, tricking us into marrying Gao Wei, leaving him childless to this day. Let me tell you, Cheng Zhiyin, that’s marital fraud. If this gets out, the shame will fall on you and the Cheng Family," Mother Gao proclaimed, her disdain clear.

Mother Gao knew of Cheng Shang’s character and was planning to exploit it, fully aware that Cheng Shang’s conservative nature would compel him to protect the family’s reputation, possibly concluding that Cheng Zhiyin was at fault and thus compensating Gao Wei with the house.