The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 192: Forced Acceptance is Still Acceptance

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Forced Acceptance is Still Acceptance

Wang Mei hesitated, momentarily at a loss for how to respond. Although she didn’t know exactly what had happened, when Cheng Zhiwei came home covered in blood that day, she could guess that it was related to her inability to eat.

But she couldn’t say it.

Seeing her hesitant expression, the usually gentle Cheng Zhiyin’s demeanor turned sarcastic, "It must be related to Zhou Lin, after all. Zhiwei’s fever and loss of appetite are all aftermaths of Zhou Lin’s torment."

"Miss Zhiyin."

"You don’t need to explain for him. I have eyes and can see. If Zhou Lin had even a bit of patience with Zhiwei, he wouldn’t treat her so harshly." Cheng Zhiyin thought about it and felt heartbroken. Cheng Zhiwei was still feverish and even had injuries on her forehead. This harsh method only worsened Cheng Zhiwei’s already frail body.

Even if she can eat again, does that erase the harm he has caused Cheng Zhiwei?

In the end, Zhou Lin has never treated Cheng Zhiwei as his wife.

Wang Mei was at a loss for words. Having taken care of Cheng Zhiwei for three years, she knew exactly how Zhou Lin treated Cheng Zhiwei,

"You may leave. I will stay here with Zhiwei," said Cheng Zhiyin softly, tightening her grip on Cheng Zhiwei’s hand.

Cheng Zhiwei had lost much weight, her hand was nothing but bones.

In that moment, Cheng Zhiyin felt certain that her decision to stay was right.

Wang Mei quietly left and, upon entering Zhang Yuanheng’s office, saw Zhou Lin. He stood by the window, shrouded in smoke, gazing outside with his deep black eyes, his thoughts unknown.

In fact, he had spent most of the past few days in the hospital, though he never showed himself to Cheng Zhiwei, instead staying in Zhang Yuanheng’s office.

After ceding half the management rights, he didn’t fight desperately to regain them as Zhou Jinzhong had expected; instead, he seemed to give up, rarely even visiting the company.

The outside world was now speculating whether he planned to leave Zhou Group, disheartened.

"Young master." Wang Mei approached, "Smoke less, it’s bad for your health."

"How is she?" Zhou Lin asked indifferently.

"She’s asleep. Miss Zhiyin is with her, but Miss Zhiyin has a great misunderstanding about how you treated Young Madam,"

"Let her be," Zhou Lin said, unconcerned, as it had been intended for her to witness.

Wang Mei said nothing more and turned to leave but encountered Seo Zhenzhen.

Seo Zhenzhen, in her wheelchair, greeted Wang Mei with a smile, "Aunt Wang, how is Zhiwei doing?"

Wang Mei, who disliked her, gave her a cold shoulder and walked away without responding.

Seo Zhenzhen scoffed and wheeled herself into the office, her tone filled with deep worry and helplessness, "Ah Lin, you didn’t go to the office again today, did you?"

Zhou Lin crushed out his cigarette and turned to look at Seo Zhenzhen, "Why are you here?"

Seo Zhenzhen bit her lip, her eyes filled with reluctance. She had been shocked when Zhou Lin decided to share power to protect Cheng Zhiwei because she hadn’t expected Zhou Lin to do that. Of course, given Zhou Lin’s personality, he definitely wouldn’t actually share power with Meng Qiancheng. At that time, he could have just thrown Cheng Zhiwei under the bus for the same effect.

But he chose to protect Cheng Zhiwei, and even last time when Cheng Zhiwei hit her, Zhou Lin had not taken a stance in the end.

Suppressing her emotions, Seo Zhenzhen asked softly, "Is Meng Qiancheng hard to deal with? You don’t seem happy."

"Did you finish your treatment today?" Zhou Lin’s voice was low and distracted, talking about something meaningless. At this point, the treatment was naturally complete.

Seo Zhenzhen raised her head and looked into his eyes. She could tell from his carelessness that his mind was elsewhere. She couldn’t help but ask, "Is something wrong with Zhiwei? Is she unwell?"

"She’s fine," Zhou Lin said casually, clearly not wanting to discuss Cheng Zhiwei.

Seo Zhenzhen said indifferently, "Now that Zhuzhu has been laid to rest, I hold no more resentment towards her. I hope her health improves soon."

Zhou Lin thought of the mess and frowned, but his expression remained unchanged. "Just prepare well for the surgery. Don’t think about other things."

It was still evasion, which made Seo Zhenzhen feel uneasy. She couldn’t help but ask, "Ah Lin, are you and Zhiwei planning to get a divorce?"

She ended up asking the question anyway.

Zhou Lin looked down at her, his tone mild and distant. The emotion that flashed through his eyes for a moment was too quick to be deeply examined. "Zhenzhen, just prepare well for the surgery."

He did not answer directly.

Anxiety swirled in Seo Zhenzhen’s heart, but she was always understanding and thus only smiled, saying, "I’m being nosy, Ah Lin. I will go back first."

"Okay."

No explanations, no attempts to keep her.

His remoteness was like a sudden cold breeze.

The next day when Wang Mei brought breakfast, Cheng Zhiwei forced herself to eat some. She still felt nauseous and vomited miserably, but ultimately managed to eat a bit, not as messy as the day before.

Being forced to accept was still acceptance.

Cheng Zhiyin’s eyes were red with extreme distress, and she looked coldly at Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin watched Cheng Zhiwei eat her breakfast before leaving, monitoring her like a prisoner.

After Zhou Lin left, Cheng Zhiwei turned around to comfort Cheng Zhiyin, "Being able to eat a little is good. After all, I can’t rely solely on nutrition injections for three meals a day. It’s fine."

Cheng Zhiyin gently touched her forehead and said softly, "You have a fever again. How can you say it’s fine?"

Meals turned into bouts of vomiting, which would be unbearable for anyone, let alone for someone ill like Cheng Zhiwei.

"The doctor gave me an anti-emetic injection. I guess I’ll be able to eat normally in two days," Cheng Zhiwei said, showing a lot more positivity about her recovery since Cheng Zhiyin was there.

"Vomiting so much every day would override your stomach too, not to mention the serious side effects of the hasty medication."

"It’s okay," Cheng Zhiwei said softly. She just wanted to recover quickly so Cheng Zhiyin could leave this place, far from all these messy issues.

As Cheng Zhiwei said, after getting injections and forcing herself to eat daily, she seemed to be able to accept it, and her fever only occasionally spiked.

When she finished a small bowl of wontons, Wang Mei was thrilled, "Young Madam can finally eat properly again, that’s great. When we get back, I’ll make you some nourishing soup."

Zhou Lin’s expression was indifferent, his words very cold, "Since you can eat now and are mostly better, let’s go back."

Cheng Zhiyin looked furious, as Cheng Zhiwei was clearly not much better, yet he was asking her to leave the hospital at this time.

Before she could speak, Cheng Zhiwei already spoke out, "That’s fine. I don’t want to stay in the hospital forever. It’s too depressing."