The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 139: The thought of a future without Zhou Lin filled Cheng Zhiwei with anticipation.

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: The thought of a future without Zhou Lin filled Cheng Zhiwei with anticipation.

In the ward, Cheng Zhiwei was indeed awake.

Upon seeing her condition, Guo Cuihua stopped in her tracks, her eyes reddening immediately. She knew Cheng Zhiwei had been seriously injured, but had no idea it was to such an extent.

"Does it hurt, Zhiwei?" Guo Cuihua’s tears began to fall, "Damn Gao Wei, how could he do this to you."

It was much more serious than Cheng Zhiyin’s injuries.

Cheng Zhiwei pursed her lips and, upon seeing Guo Cuihua, felt a surge of discomfort in her heart, but after all she had been through, she had learned to control her emotions quite well.

She said softly, "It looks worse than it is, it’s really nothing."

She glanced at Lin Yu, who knew she meant to keep certain things secret, and let out a silent sigh followed by a soft nod.

Cheng Zhiwei gave a grateful smile and raised her gaze to look at Guo Cuihua, "How is sister doing? I haven’t had the chance to visit her yet."

"She’s much better now, but you... how did you get so hurt? Your face..." Guo Cuihua choked up, knowing how a girl values her appearance, uncertain how long it would take for her to recover.

"To be alive is the best outcome," Cheng Zhiwei responded with feigned lightness, pretending to be unconcerned about the situation.

"Zhiwei is right, surviving is the best outcome," Lin Yu comforted Guo Cuihua, "Those who escape great disasters will find greater blessings, look how cheerful Zhiwei is; we shouldn’t add to her troubles."

Guo Cuihua wiped away her tears, "You’re right, but Zhiwei, your father has come back too. He tried to visit you earlier but the people at the door wouldn’t let him in, and he was quite unhappy."

She was subtly reminding Cheng Zhiwei that she should probably see Cheng Shang.

Cheng Zhiwei shook her head firmly, "I don’t want to see him."

"Zhiwei, he is your father," urged Guo Cuihua anxiously, "He can be stubborn at times, but he isn’t heartless. When he heard about the accident, he came back immediately."

Cheng Zhiwei simply shook her head, "I won’t see him."

"Zhiwei."

"Mom, you might not know, but the last time he was here, because of my sister’s situation, I called him. I begged him to just take a look at her, to confirm her safety, but not only did he not go, he also believed Gao Wei’s words, thinking I was causing trouble." Cheng Zhiwei mentioned these incidents with anger and a deep sense of sadness.

There was no need to see such a father, prone to biases and misunderstandings.

She didn’t want to argue either.

A wave of shock passed through Guo Cuihua, and she began to feel some resentment toward Cheng Shang, but she did not show it in front of her daughter and instead tried to justify, "He might have had an emergency at the time."

Cheng Zhiwei looked down at her palms and said blandly, "Perhaps, but after all, there are just too many things that are more important to him than his daughter; it’s normal for him not to care."

The sentiment was tinged with bitterness.

Guo Cuihua wanted to say more, but Lin Yu pulled her away and then smiled, "Zhiwei still needs to rest, let’s go out."

Just then, Zhou Lin walked in, greeted Guo Cuihua with a "Mom."

His tone and demeanor were much more sincere than before in An City.

Guo Cuihua nodded, and she left with Lin Yu.

Zhou Lin placed the thermal container on the bedside table, unscrewed it, and the aroma of food immediately wafted through the room.

He tested the temperature with a spoon, then offered it to Cheng Zhiwei, saying gently, "Xiao Man made this soup at home; try it and see how it tastes."

The spoon reached her mouth, and Cheng Zhiwei drank.

These past few days, she hadn’t thrown any fits, nor had she refused to eat.

At the time, she braced for death, but since she was still alive and she had gotten the results she wanted, she wouldn’t mistreat herself.

Just thinking about a future without Zhou Lin filled her with anticipation.

Whether it was Zhou Lin or Wang Mei feeding her, she accepted it all, striving to replenish her nutrition.

Once she let go, Zhou Lin and Wang Mei were no different in her eyes.

After drinking half a bowl, Cheng Zhiwei shook her head, and Zhou Lin stopped feeding her. He pulled out a tissue and tenderly wiped her mouth.

Cheng Zhiwei’s heart was at peace, treating the situation as if she was being looked after by a nanny.

Zhou Lin covered her with the blanket, and without any hesitation, drank from the same bowl Cheng Zhiwei had used to finish the soup, then sat down on the sofa.

Secretary Zhang would deliver documents at the right time.

At first, she found it noisy, and even thought Zhou Lin was quite good at creating a persona, pretending to be loving in front a busy backdrop.

But as her hearing in her left ear declined, she gradually couldn’t hear the rustling sound of the pen on paper anymore.

From the accident to the present, unless there was an essential meeting to attend, Zhou Lin stayed most of the time in the hospital room, working while taking care of Cheng Zhiwei. As long as he was there, except for the needs that required personal cleaning, he took care of all the big and small matters himself.

Cheng Zhiwei’s mindset was already very good. She felt that her survival was an opportunity given by heaven. Thinking that she would be free from being called Young Madam Zhou in a month’s time relaxed her even more.

Now, the two of them were coexisting in rare harmony.

In the corridor, Lin Yu told Guo Cuihua about Cheng Zhiwei and Zhou Lin entering the cooling-off period before divorce and expressed her own support for it.

"Zhiwei has suffered in these three years. After their divorce, I will give her ample compensation and even want to take her as my goddaughter. She likes singing, right? I will find her the best company to develop her career," Lin Yu sincerely planned Cheng Zhiwei’s future in detail.

Cheng Zhiwei married Zhou Lin during the best years of her life and gave up her own dreams, which filled Lin Yu with guilt.

If she couldn’t be the leisurely lady of a wealthy household, then let her dreams come true.

Guo Cuihua had no objections to their divorce, and was extremely supportive, "It was all our one-sided wishes as parents. We’ve made them suffer."

"It’s Zhiwei who suffered; that scoundrel Ah Lin didn’t suffer one bit," Lin Yu fumed with anger.

"Just because they can’t be husband and wife doesn’t affect our relationship," Guo Cuihua said with a smile as they walked out hand in hand. They hadn’t gone far when they saw Cheng Zhiyin running over, stumbling.

The caretaker followed behind, telling her to slow down.

Guo Cuihua was startled, "What’s wrong, Zhiyin, do you feel unwell?"

Cheng Zhiyin grabbed Guo Cuihua’s arm, asking anxiously, "Have you or Dad received any strange calls? Seen any strangers, or has Dad shown any abnormal behavior on his way back?"

Realizing the severity of the matter, Lin Yu frowned and asked, "What happened?"

Cheng Zhiyin was close to crying, "Dad listened to some nonsense, said my injury was because of Zhiwei’s bad influence. I’m really worried he might trouble Zhiwei."

Having Gao Wei as a cautionary tale, she was highly vigilant and sensed something wrong from Cheng Shang’s words.

Guo Cuihua, in the dark about everything, felt only anger at Cheng Shang’s bias against Cheng Zhiwei, saying, "That bad temper of his, where is he now?"

"He already left."

Lin Yu immediately realized the gravity of the situation.

She calmly said, "It’s alright, Cuihua, help Zhiyin back to the ward. I’ll have someone find him, let’s sit down together and talk it through — any misunderstanding will be cleared up."