The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 181: Just Because Her Surname is Cheng

Chapter 181: Chapter 181: Just Because Her Surname is Cheng

Cheng Zhiwei left the hospital, only to find Zhou Lin was still in the parking lot when she got there.

As she opened the car door, she saw his stern profile, head bowed, looking at his phone.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she got into the car.

Neither of them spoke a word.

Back home, Wang Mei had already prepared dinner. Cheng Zhiwei ate a few bites and then stopped, about to head upstairs, when Zhou Lin suddenly said, "Do you really not want to sit and have a meal with me?"

"No, I’m full," Cheng Zhiwei turned her head, offering a light explanation.

The dishes on the table were mostly Cheng Zhiwei’s favorites, made by Wang Mei who noticed her poor appetite these past days; there were hardly any dishes to Zhou Lin’s taste.

"You just picking at your food like that, looks like your taste really has changed," Zhou Lin sneered, his words carrying a double meaning.

He had just seen her hugging He Ye not long ago, and today, Meng Qiancheng was offering her heartfelt comfort—clearly, there were plenty of sensible men around.

Cheng Zhiwei did not want to argue with him and turned to leave.

"Cheng Zhiwei," Zhou Lin’s cold voice rang out, carrying suppressed anger, "Do you really think Meng Qiancheng becoming one of the Zhou Family will be able to help you? You’re too naive."

"I never thought he would help me." Cheng Zhiwei thought Zhou Lin was being unreasonable. The hug had taken her by surprise; she hadn’t had the chance to reject it.

Besides, he had been caught hugging Seo Zhenzhen many times and had never reflected on it.

"Never thought? You would throw yourself at him?"

"That was a misunderstanding."

Zhou Lin suddenly stood up, his expression dark and grim. He walked over to Cheng Zhiwei, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look into his eyes.

"Cheng Zhiwei, let me tell you, if I ever find out you’re doing anything against the Zhou Family, I won’t let you off," Zhou Lin released her and stepped back, the light casting shadows over Cheng Zhiwei.

Cheng Zhiwei, expressionless, turned around and left, "Think whatever you want."

She didn’t feel like explaining anymore.

After a quarrel, Cheng Zhiwei thought Zhou Lin would leave as he had before, but he didn’t. Past eleven o’clock, after a shower, he pulled her out of the warm, comfortable bed.

It was an unapologetic pull, grasping her arm and yanking her out of bed, "Can’t sleep, huh?"

Water droplets from Zhou Lin’s head fell onto Cheng Zhiwei’s cheek.

They were cold.

Cheng Zhiwei, who had just managed to get sleepy, was instantly wide awake, her temper flaring as she stared at him disheveled, "What are you doing?"

"Drying my hair."

Zhou Lin glanced at her nightgown, which barely had two thin straps, and casually grabbed a robe to drape over her.

Cheng Zhiwei suppressed and then suppressed again the urge to hit him; she vividly remembered how just a few hours ago he had coldly warned her not to harbor any ulterior motives.

Now this... Was he a eel spirit?

Suddenly so changeable.

But following the principle of avoiding trouble if possible, she angrily took out the hairdryer and roughly messed with his hair.

Zhou Lin’s voice was quite clear above the roar of the hairdryer, "There’s a family dinner tomorrow night, I’ll pick you up.

"A family dinner?" Cheng Zhiwei instantly reacted, "Is it because of me?"

Zhou Lin touched his semi-dry hair, took the hairdryer from her hands, his dark eyes cool, "Meng Qiancheng won’t stand a chance, don’t back the wrong horse."

Cheng Zhiwei sneered, "Then you’d better step it up."

Zhou Lin stared at her for a few seconds, then said seriously, "Stand by my side."

Cheng Zhiwei found it laughable, sarcastically retorted, "Weren’t you just warning me to keep in line a moment ago?"

Zhou Lin was angry, but he grabbed the blanket and covered her from head to toe, "Sleep it off."

...

At the Zhou Family’s dinner party, all the members of the Zhou family were seated together—old and young, filling a long table with more than twenty people.

Cheng Zhiwei and Zhou Lin had come together by car.

Upon entering the house, Cheng Zhiwei saw that the seat next to Lin Yu was still vacant and walked over towards it.

Just as she was about to sit down, Zhou Hui, sitting diagonally across, spoke up, "Cheng Zhiwei, that place is not for you, it’s for Brother Qiancheng—your place is over there."

She pointed with her chin, indicating a spot at the very end of the long table.

Cheng Zhiwei gave her a calm glance and simply sat down.

Zhou Hui angrily slammed the table and stood up, "Cheng Zhiwei, are you deaf? I told you not to sit there."

Cheng Zhiwei settled in her seat before looking up at her, "Did you arrange the seating?"

"Of course not."

"Then what right do you have to dictate terms here? I’ll sit wherever I want," Cheng Zhiwei responded firmly.

"You... you, a murderer who stole your best friend’s boyfriend and ruined someone’s family," Zhou Hui jumped up and cursed, "Someone like you doesn’t deserve to sit here. Don’t disgust us."

"You can leave." Zhou Lin’s eyes were icy cold, sweeping over her with a chill.

Zhou Hui gritted her teeth and heaved with anger but could only sit down with resentment. Today’s family dinner was of great importance, and she of course couldn’t leave.

Let them gloat for a little while, huh.

Lin Yu took Cheng Zhiwei’s hand and comforted her in a whisper, "Don’t listen to her nonsense."

Cheng Zhiwei softly hummed in agreement and asked Lin Yu, "How come you managed to gather all the Zhou family members together?"

She had initially wanted to help, but Zhou Lin didn’t allow it.

Lin Yu, looking worried and visibly tired, glanced at Zhou Lin but still forced a spirit to comfort her, "It was his dad’s idea—don’t worry, just sit next to me and enjoy the food."

Cheng Zhiwei had a bad premonition, "Mom."

"It’s nothing, Zhiwei. This is a matter between men; just sit by my side and eat well," Lin Yu insisted on not continuing the subject.

Cheng Zhiwei instinctively looked at Zhou Lin, her worry was evident, but she quickly composed herself.

Why worry about what he would do? Being so proud, with an attitude unafraid of the world, she should listen to Lin Yu—just eat and drink as recommended.

Having realized this, she stopped looking at Zhou Lin and concerning herself with the pointing and gossip—she told herself to relax.

Zhou Chenyuan and Zhou Jinzhong came in together, Meng Qiancheng assisting Zhou Jinzhong by the arm. If one didn’t know better, Meng Qiancheng might be mistaken for Zhou Jinzhong’s own grandson.

Zhou Hui, smug, shot a glance at Cheng Zhiwei, waiting for her to be chased away.

After all, the two foremost seats were those of Zhou Chenyuan and Zhou Jinzhong, and she sat next to Zhou Jinzhong. The seats around her were filled with close relatives of the Zhou family, all properly assigned, and nobody wanted to move.

Only Cheng Zhiwei was an outsider.

Indeed, Meng Qiancheng surveyed the room, his gaze finally landing on Cheng Zhiwei.

Zhou Lin stretched his neck to watch.

In the next second, Meng Qiancheng’s eyes shifted, and he said indifferently, "Huihui, you move to the other side."

That side, referred to the spot at the very end of the long table specially left for Cheng Zhiwei by Zhou Hui.

Zhou Hui protested, "Why should I? Cheng Zhiwei should be the one to move."

Meng Qiancheng’s gaze turned colder, "Simply because she bears the surname Cheng."

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