The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 126: Cheng Zhiwei, on which auspicious day do you plan to die?

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: Cheng Zhiwei, on which auspicious day do you plan to die?

Cheng Zhiwei’s complexion went deathly pale in an instant, her entire being tensed up extremely.

"What’s wrong with you?" Zhou Lin noticed her off state and frowned as he asked.

Her lips unconsciously parted, and Cheng Zhiwei’s clenched hand slowly opened, her eyes reflecting a change, "Okay, then I’ll ask you to help me, investigate what exactly Gao Wei has that’s threatening my sister."

Zhou Lin’s throat felt somewhat tight, "Okay."

"Thank you." After Cheng Zhiwei finished speaking, she brushed past his shoulder and went upstairs.

After entering the master bedroom, she stood for a moment, then went straight into the bathroom, locked the door, and began to carefully check each item she took out from her bag.

When she was talking to Meng Qiancheng, there was no one else around her, so she was certain that Zhou Lin must have put some kind of listening device on her.

However, after checking everything, including the inside and outside of the bag, she didn’t find anything.

She had several bags, and sometimes she didn’t even carry one when she went out, so it should be impossible, then what could it be?

Clothes?

She changed clothes almost daily and wore them at random; Zhou Lin couldn’t possibly put a listening device in every piece of clothing.

Also...

Cheng Zhiwei’s gaze suddenly fell on the cell phone on the bathroom counter, her fingers tightened, that’s it. She changed everything, but not her cell phone, and she always carried it with her whenever she went out.

The most suitable place would be the cell phone.

Her heart felt as if it was being viciously squeezed by a giant hand, and Cheng Zhiwei slowly slid down to the floor, squatting there, unable to stop the redness welling in her eyes.

Zhou Lin, how far exactly did you want to go?

Rage surged wildly inside her; she clenched her cell phone tightly, then suddenly stood up, threw open the bathroom door, and charged out. She wanted to see just what he was up to.

As she reached midway down the stairs, Secretary Zhang’s voice came from below.

"It’s been figured out. Gao Wei has a few photos in his possession."

Photos? Were they photos of her sister? So it was indeed the compromising photos that Gao Wei used to threaten her sister?

Cheng Zhiwei’s breathing lightened as she continued to listen intently.

But downstairs, Zhou Lin and Secretary Zhang had moved to the balcony to discuss the matter, and Cheng Zhiwei could no longer hear anything.

She became a little anxious and went directly to the balcony.

The moment the balcony door opened, Zhou Lin’s indifferent voice drifted over like the wind.

"Don’t tell her."

However, due to Cheng Zhiwei’s appearance, the remaining words were interrupted.

Zhou Lin’s brow furrowed slightly, his tone somewhat stern due to Cheng Zhiwei’s sudden presence, "Why have you come here?"

Cheng Zhiwei was still hanging on those few words, "Don’t tell her"—was he referring to her or to Seo Zhenzhen?

"Young Madam." Secretary Zhang nodded slightly, "I will take my leave."

Cheng Zhiwei pursed her lips, the courage she had mustered to confront Zhou Lin now difficult to sustain. She lowered her gaze to her own cell phone, somewhat lost.

"What is it?" Zhou Lin’s voice was very gentle, completely different from his earlier harshness, as if her impressions were just a misconception.

Cheng Zhiwei pressed down the turmoil in her heart bit by bit before slowly saying, "I heard Secretary Zhang had come and thought he had found out about my sister’s situation."

She paused, then apologized in an extremely faint voice, "Sorry, I was too anxious."

"Tomorrow morning, I will give you the results." Seeing her pale face, Zhou Lin naturally encircled her shoulders and led her inside, "It’s cold outside, don’t catch a chill."

"Okay." Cheng Zhiwei nodded, quickened her steps to break free from Zhou Lin’s arm, grabbed a throw pillow, and curled up on the sofa, her gaze somewhat shattered.

Just then, the phone "dinged" with a message.

She picked it up to look and her gaze suddenly froze; she shot up from the sofa, staring dead at the phone screen.

On the screen, there was a photo of Cheng Zhiyin, disheveled, sprawled on the ground with bruises visible on the arm that showed, and a foot stepping on her back.

Sis!

Cheng Zhiwei clenched her phone tighter as another message followed.

Gao Wei: "Cheng Zhiwei, have you decided on an auspicious day to die?"

A bone-deep pain churned within her and darkness threatened to envelop Cheng Zhiwei’s vision.

Having learned that Gao Wei’s target was herself, and that Cheng Zhiyin had been dragged into this because of her, Cheng Zhiwei’s guilt and distress surged like a flood, about to drown her.

This photo was simply the last straw that was crushing her.

The first person Cheng Zhiwei thought of was Cheng Shang. If Cheng Shang knew what had happened to Cheng Zhiyin, he would surely see Gao Wei’s true colors.

With this thought, Cheng Zhiwei called Cheng Shang and sent him the photo and a screenshot.

Cheng Shang said he would ask about it and hung up.

About half an hour later, Cheng Shang called back.

As soon as Cheng Zhiwei picked up, an onslaught of accusatory questions came from the other end, "Cheng Zhiwei, have you lost your mind? Living such a mess and now you want to destroy your sister’s family?"

Cheng Zhiwei was startled, "Dad."

"Don’t call me that." Cheng Shang was gasping with anger, a rage so palpable that Cheng Zhiwei could hear it clearly through the phone.

Not knowing what had gone wrong, she could only try to explain, "Gao Wei has been domestically abusing my sister, if you don’t save her, she won’t survive."

"Cheng Zhiwei." Disappointment saturated Cheng Shang’s tone, "I just sent your sister a video call, she has already been discharged and returned home, her condition is very good. Not only is there no sign of being beaten up but also, it appears quite harmonious."

"Discharged? How could she be discharged?" Cheng Zhiwei immediately said, her voice pitching with urgency.

"Gao Wei’s mother has promised to take good care of her, your sister agreed herself, of course she was discharged."

"Impossible." Cheng Zhiwei immediately said.

Cheng Zhiyin had suffered a miscarriage and had been resuscitated from a significant hemorrhage; how could she possibly have agreed to be discharged.

And considering the photo showed Cheng Zhiyin seriously injured, how could Cheng Shang say she was in good condition?

There was a problem here.

"Cheng Zhiwei, you’ve caused enough trouble. Your sister and Gao Wei have had some conflicts, but she has chosen to forgive Gao Wei and is striving to manage her family well. How can you repeatedly try to destroy her marriage?" Cheng Shang’s interrogations were resounding.

"She is not like you; she is an adult, able to take responsibility for her own actions and make any decision after careful consideration."

"Unlike you, only capable of shameful acts."

Like a heavy hammer striking her mind, Cheng Zhiwei bit her lip hard, her eyes stinging with the urge to cry. She desperately held back and could only beg Cheng Shang, "Dad, no matter how much you dislike me, I’ll accept it, but please, as a favor to me, could you? Please go check on my sister at her house and see if she’s really all right."

Her tone was very low, hoping only that Cheng Shang might cool off and decide to check on Cheng Zhiyin.

But, Cheng Shang’s response left her feeling as if she had plunged into an ice cave.

"I’m at the airport, about to fly to An City."

"Dad, you can’t go, please check on my sister, I’m begging you. Just this once, and afterwards, I’ll do everything you say, Dad."

"We’ll discuss any issues when I get back." Cheng Shang hung up coldly.

The busy tone from the phone gnawed at Cheng Zhiwei’s nerves.