The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 120 Zhou Lin Is a Jerk, He’s a Jerk

Chapter 120: Chapter 120 Zhou Lin Is a Jerk, He’s a Jerk

Xiao Man could only pour a little for Cheng Zhiwei, who frowned in complaint, "Are you reluctant to give me more?"

With no choice left, Xiao Man filled the glass to the brim, saying again, "This liquor is really strong."

Before her words had faded, Cheng Zhiwei had already drained the glass in one gulp.

The liquor was indeed fiery, burning its way down her throat to her stomach, causing Cheng Zhiwei to cough violently. Her pale cheeks flushed red, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes, a picture of disarray.

Yet she became cheerful, slamming the empty glass down in front of Xiao Man, "Another."

"Young Madam, you are already drunk," Xiao Man said helplessly, not daring to pour more.

"Last one, please, good Xiao Man, I’m begging you." Her eyes still held a moist shine, her voice softened to a husky whisper by the strong drink.

Who could resist the coquettish plea of a beautiful woman?

Xiao Man poured Cheng Zhiwei another drink.

Cheng Zhiwei didn’t down this one in a gulp but sipped it slowly, like a child savoring a delicious treat, reluctant to finish it because it was the last, leisurely enjoying it.

Xiao Bao crawled into her lap, delightedly playing with her hair that hung down.

Cheng Zhiwei sang softly, though drunk, her arms held Xiao Bao extra tight, her palms gently patting his back, humming a tune softly. The light shone on her, casting a deep tenderness.

Outside the shop, unnoticed on the street, Zhou Lin stood under a black umbrella, quietly watching Cheng Zhiwei as she tenderly played with the child in her lap, radiating warmth.

Like... a mother...

Seeing Zhou Lin standing motionless for a long time, the driver asked softly, "Young Master, would you like me to ask the Young Madam to come out?"

Zhou Lin’s expression didn’t change, and he simply handed the umbrella to the driver and started walking toward the entrance.

The driver was startled and quickly followed with the umbrella.

Under Cheng Zhiwei’s tender lullaby, Xiao Bao had fallen asleep. Cheng Zhiwei gently handed him back to his mother, her gaze diffusely tender.

Xiao Man, being young and outspoken, asked, "Does the Young Madam have any children?"

She was so adept at soothing the child.

Cheng Zhiwei’s gaze was hazy, as if she hadn’t heard Xiao Man. Her fingers caressed the glass lightly, and then she picked it up with a smile to clink glasses with Xiao Man’s father.

She expressed her sincere gratitude, "Thank you, uncle, I’m very happy today."

She had never been so cheerful before.

As a child, she had to be the proper daughter of the Cheng Family; as an adult, she had to be the dignified Young Madam. How rare it was for her to indulge like this in her lifetime.

Xiao Man’s father said with a smile, "Have a drink, get some sleep, there’s no hurdle that can’t be overcome."

"Yes, thank you," she replied.

After finishing the last drop, she was completely drunk.

And it was at that moment, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her from the chair.

Zhou Lin’s cool chin touched her forehead, his tone indifferent, betraying no emotion, "Have you been drinking?"

The entire Xiao family put down their chopsticks, all looking a bit uneasy at Zhou Lin.

Yet Zhou Lin’s eyes were only on Cheng Zhiwei.

Gathering her courage, Xiao Man said timidly, "The Young Madam has been waiting for you here."

Although she was young, she could tell that Cheng Zhiwei drank because her own husband had taken another woman home and left her here until dark.

"Xiao Man." Xiao Man’s father pulled his daughter back and said to Zhou Lin with neither servility nor overbearing pride, "Since Young Master has arrived, please take Young Madam back, it’s very late, and we are closing soon."

"Go back? I’m not going back." Cheng Zhiwei staggered out of Zhou Lin’s embrace, her slender fingers clinging to the table, and she continued to mutter, "I won’t go back, I won’t go back."

She was clearly completely drunk.

Indeed, with such high-proof liquor, she drank two glasses without even blinking.

Xiao Man reached out to support Cheng Zhiwei, worried that she might fall.

Cheng Zhiwei sat awkwardly on the chair, her eyes moist and hazy, "Uncle, you said I could sleep in your guest room if I got drunk."

Xiao Man’s father hurriedly said, "Young Master has come to take you home."

"Young Master? Which Young Master?" She looked around in confusion, and her gaze finally fell on Zhou Lin as she mumbled, "Zhou Lin, why are you here?"

Zhou Lin’s gaze was deep as he watched her flushed, dazed appearance, "I’m here to take you home."

"Home... home... I don’t have a home." Cheng Zhiwei shook her head, as if she had finally affirmed this fact, "I don’t have a home, no home... who are you... you’re not Zhou Lin..."

Xiao Man’s father gave a meaningful glance, and Xiao Bao’s parents took away their child, pulling Xiao Man away as well. The food on the table was also cleared away.

Some things, it was better for them not to see.

In the whole shop, only Zhou Lin and Cheng Zhiwei were left.

Zhou Lin looked at the increasingly confused Cheng Zhiwei, frowned, and still reached out to pull Cheng Zhiwei to him, holding her in his arms, and forcibly led her outside.

But Cheng Zhiwei struggled and refused to cooperate, screaming at him to let go, "Who are you, let me go, if you don’t let go, I’ll call the police."

She yelled these words quite firmly.

Zhou Lin laughed out of anger as he gripped her wrist, pinched her chin to meet her gaze, "You say I am who?"

Cheng Zhiwei stared with muddled eyes, "You are Zhou Lin? No, you’re not..."

She was somewhat unsteady on her feet, her body weakening and slipping down, only remaining upright by leaning on Zhou Lin’s arm, "Zhou Lin... right... Zhou Lin is a bastard, he’s a bastard..."

Zhou Lin’s brows knitted, and he decided to just scoop her up and carry her out, then unceremoniously tossed her into the car and ordered the driver to drive.

Cheng Zhiwei crawled up from the seat, dazed, and as the car started, she toppled over again.

Zhou Lin, running out of patience, lifted her up, "Sit properly."

Cheng Zhiwei slapped him across the face, her voice very crisp, "You are a bad guy, I want to get off the car, help..."

The driver in front trembled, the car swerved, and then quickly corrected its course, sitting upright and proper.

Zhou Lin rubbed his brow and pulled Cheng Zhiwei to him, holding her in his arms, his voice very somber, "Cheng Zhiwei, have you caused enough trouble?"

Cheng Zhiwei was furious, her eyes both watery and lustrous, and with her hair disheveled, she looked like a little lunatic. She glared at Zhou Lin for a few seconds, then burst into tears.

Zhou Lin: "..."

He regretted that he had left so easily a moment ago, knowing full well how special her status was, yet he let her get this drunk; he should have taught them a lesson.

Cheng Zhiwei hugged herself, curling up in Zhou Lin’s embrace, her tears falling unstoppably, "Take me to him, please? I have something I want to say to him, please."

Zhou Lin became angry as well, clearly right beside her yet she acted as if she didn’t recognize him at all, clamoring incessantly to find someone else.

He decisively pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him, "Take a good look at who I am, Cheng Zhiwei. Don’t think you can make unreasonable demands just because you’re drunk."