The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 155: Conscience is something Zhou Lin does not possess; it’s her fault.

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Conscience is something Zhou Lin does not possess; it’s her fault.

But towards her, Cheng Zhiwei, this woman didn’t show a trace of remorse for the words she had said.

Actually, she didn’t take her, the Young Madam Zhou, seriously at all.

Cheng Zhiwei felt a fire building in her chest; it wasn’t enough that she had been aggrieved by Zhou Lin, but she also had to endure being judged and gossiped about here.

She clenched her fingers, pressed them against the table, and her voice was clear and cold, "As the Young Madam Zhou who can’t win her husband’s heart, don’t I deserve your hospitality?"

The woman’s face turned white instantly, and she hurriedly tried to fix the situation, "Young Madam, you misunderstood, what we said was not..."

Cheng Zhiwei scoffed, "What you said isn’t wrong, I am someone who can’t win her husband’s heart, but regarding your job, I think I still have a say."

"No, Young Madam." The woman finally realized the gravity of the issue and kept apologizing, "It was me being loose-lipped, Young Madam, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please don’t let President Zhou fire me."

Cheng Zhiwei looked at her with contempt, "What are you afraid of? Zhou Lin doesn’t love me, he might not listen to me at all."

"Young Madam, I really didn’t mean it, please be magnanimous and let me off, I have children and elderly at home, I really need this job."

Cheng Zhiwei asked Xiao Hu, "Where is the surveillance room?"

"Follow me."

Xiao Hu led her to the surveillance room. The secretarial office had its own surveillance, which was next door.

Cheng Zhiwei copied the surveillance footage onto her phone but didn’t send it out immediately; instead, she left the company.

At the entrance, the autumn wind whistled; Cheng Zhiwei took a deep breath, the cold autumn air circulating in her lungs was sharp, causing her to cough until the corners of her eyes turned red.

She took a taxi to Zhang Yuanheng’s hospital.

Zhou Lin trusted Zhang Yuanheng, so the medical team specially brought back by Zhou Lin for Seo Zhenzhen was stationed there.

At this moment, Zhou Lin must be there as well.

Hospital.

Zhou Lin glanced at the time; it was already three in the afternoon. He instructed Secretary Zhang, "Find out when she left? What was her reaction?"

He wanted to see how far she would endure for a divorce.

Secretary Zhang made a call and soon reported, "About half an hour after you left, the Young Madam departed."

"Just as expected." Zhou Lin scoffed coldly.

Seo Zhenzhen was wheeled out by the nurse, "All the checks are done, let’s go home, Ah Lin."

Zhou Lin gathered his scattered emotions and pushed Seo Zhenzhen out.

The autumn wind was fierce; Seo Zhenzhen had just gone out when a gust made her cough.

Zhou Lin took a blanket from the car and draped it over her, bending down to meticulously tuck in every edge, asking with a gentle look, "Still cold?"

Seo Zhenzhen clutched the blanket, her smile brilliant, "No longer cold, thank you, Ah Lin."

Zhou Lin stood up and suddenly looked across, where Cheng Zhiwei stood, her expression blank as she watched him.

Their eyes met.

Zhou Lin’s gaze was icy; she had come after all. He just didn’t know how she planned to apologize.

But after a few seconds, Cheng Zhiwei was still standing there unmoved; the autumn wind lifted her hair and brushed across her cheeks, hiding her face.

Zhou Lin frowned and subconsciously lifted his foot, wanting to walk over.

But suddenly, Cheng Zhiwei made a move; she tucked her hair behind her ears, her eyes calm and composed, staring directly at him.

At that moment, Zhou Lin felt she must have something to say to him.

But the truth was, she didn’t come forward to ask anything and just stood there in the whistling autumn wind.

Cheng Zhiwei really had nothing to ask. On the way here, she had been psyching herself up, trying not to get angry at Zhou Lin for leaving her in the office, and to maintain a positive attitude when talking to him.

To ask him what it would take for him to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with her to get the divorce certificate.

Yet it wasn’t until she saw Zhou Lin humbly and gently covering Seo Zhenzhen with a blanket, crouching in front of her to adjust it with meticulous care, as if afraid the cold wind might chill her.

At that moment, the desolation in her heart could have turned into a river.

The angry accusations that had yet to be voiced, and the restrained emotions already tangled, made her head swell. Now, his tenderness towards Seo Zhenzhen was like a bucket of ice water thrown in her face, freezing both her body and emotions.

It made her truly realize that her affection for over a decade was like this elusive autumn wind—cold and scattered.

In fact, when that child was gone, she should have stopped that mistake.

The autumn wind grew fiercer, blowing Cheng Zhiwei’s dress and making her long hair flutter in the air, tangled and wild, just like the entanglement between them over the years.

Did he really get angry and refuse to divorce because he saw Meng Qiancheng and felt she was humiliating him?

No, it was just another one of his capricious excuses, Meng Qiancheng was right.

As for conscience, Zhou Lin had none.

She was wrong again.

Zhou Lin watched her standing quietly there, her cheeks pale from the cold wind, feeling inexplicably displeased, and he lifted his foot to walk over again.

But almost the moment he moved, she hailed a taxi with a raised hand, wrapped her coat around her, and left in the car.

Zhou Lin stared blankly, suddenly feeling ridiculous, as if he had done something wrong.

Haunted, indeed.

At this time, Secretary Zhang spoke up suddenly while holding a phone: "Young Madam has sent a video. It’s from the surveillance."

Zhou Lin took the phone, and in the surveillance footage, the humiliation and mockery from those women hit him squarely in the face. Especially when it came to that child, Zhou Lin felt the veins on his forehead almost popping.

His gaze unconsciously drifted to the spot where Cheng Zhiwei had just stood, and he couldn’t help thinking that she came here because she had been wronged and wanted his support.

On her way here... had she cried?

"Ah Lin, what are you watching?" Seo Zhenzhen suddenly asked, her voice soft, "Did Zhiwei send a message? Is she angry?"

Zhou Lin composed himself, handed the phone back to Secretary Zhang, and picked up Seo Zhenzhen, "I’ll take you home."

As the car door closed, Seo Zhenzhen curiously glanced outside, "Isn’t Secretary Zhang coming with us?"

Zhou Lin said indifferently, "He needs to go back to the office to handle some matters."

"Being your chief secretary must keep him so busy. It’s a pity I’m not useful and can’t share your worries," Seo Zhenzhen sighed softly, "I thought Zhuzhu would be able to help you by staying by your side, yet she has caused you a lot of trouble."

"What did the police say?" Zhou Lin inquired about Bai Zhuzhu’s situation, as he had never asked about her after that incident, making his stance clear.

Seo Zhenzhen’s eyes reddened slightly, and she said softly, "She was sentenced to five years."

"Hmm."

"Because of my special circumstances, Lanzhi helped me apply for a one-year postponement for Zhuzhu so she can take care of me during my surgery," Seo Zhenzhen bit her lip, her shoulders trembling slightly, "Ah Lin, I didn’t consult with you beforehand, sorry."

Zhou Lin tapped his fingers on his knee, not speaking, but it was obvious that he was in a bad mood at the moment, whether because of Cheng Zhiwei or due to Seo Zhenzhen acting without consulting him regarding Bai Zhuzhu.