The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 204: That Gentleman

Chapter 204: Chapter 204: That Gentleman

In the howling wind, Zhou Lin watched her unsteady silhouette. She slipped, stumbled, and fell down the steps, sliding down a few more.

"Cheng Zhiwei."

Zhou Lin’s brow furrowed deeply as he briskly stepped forward to help her up, grabbing her palm which had already started bleeding.

Cheng Zhiwei pushed him away, gritting her teeth as she got up, "Leave me alone."

"He will never understand your feelings for him, and this self-harm won’t make him fall for you," Zhou Lin tried to hurt her with the coldest words he could muster.

But the Cheng Zhiwei at that moment was not the one Zhou Lin had wounded deeply; she was still the person filled with countless dreams about future love, wholeheartedly giving her heart to the person she cared about.

She couldn’t take any advice, feeling only the need to do something to help Zhou Lin.

Whether Zhou Lin would appreciate her, or reciprocate her feelings because of her actions, was not even within her considerations then.

"No matter if he cares or not, as long as he is well," Cheng Zhiwei said with an impatient expression on her pale face. "Stop following me; stop wasting my time."

The heavy snow blurred Zhou Lin’s expression as he coldly said, "Cheng Zhiwei, over all these years, if he had liked you, he would have fallen for you by now. So you see, what you are doing now makes no sense at all. He won’t like you."

Cheng Zhiwei’s body stiffened slightly, but she didn’t turn back, her voice soft and slow, "It’s alright."

She didn’t care.

Liking someone was her own affair, irrelevant to others. Who Zhou Lin liked was his business, and whom she liked was hers.

Through several debates and tugs, Cheng Zhiwei had reached the mountaintop.

She called out joyfully, eager to find the monk, kneeling on the cushion sincerely praying, and the monk handed her a box. Cheng Zhiwei thanked him and held the box carefully against her chest, like a treasure.

As she left, a young monk asked the senior monk, "Isn’t this the lady who came to return the scriptures not long ago? Why does she seem not quite normal?"

"Be cautious with your words," the senior monk said sympathetically, looking outside.

The young monk quickly bowed his head, but curiously asked, "That box of scriptures is what she came to return recently, right?"

"Yes." The monk nodded and closed his eyes to meditate.

Cheng Zhiwei, ecstatic, nearly ran down the mountain. The ground was slippery; had it not been for Zhou Lin guarding her, she would have almost tumbled down several times.

Once in the car, she was completely soaked, the driver had cranked the heater to its maximum, yet her body still trembled slightly.

But holding the box, she smiled broadly, urging Zhou Lin, "Let’s go back."

Zhou Lin took off his coat and wrapped it around her, trying to take the box from her hands, but she clung to it tightly, refusing to let Zhou Lin take it away.

Zhou Lin felt a mix of emotions, and finally let her be.

Back in Sparkling Sky City, he directly escorted her into the bathroom for a thorough hot bath, gave her a cold remedy drink, and then handed her the box.

Cheng Zhiwei carefully dried off the box, placing it on the desk in the guest room.

She took out her phone, fiddled with it, but found she couldn’t connect to the internet. After inquiring, she realized there was a network issue at home, rendering her phone unusable.

"It’s okay. As long as the recorder works," Cheng Zhiwei didn’t mind.

She read each word, recording line by line, thoughtfully explaining, "When he wants to read, he can read the book; if he doesn’t want to read, he can listen to this recording. Taking care of everything, perfect ... Achoo."

The cold came late but arrived nonetheless.

Cheng Zhiwei seemed much more spirited, but actually, her body was very weak. Having stirred up such a commotion in the snowstorm, it was no wonder she fell ill.

Despite feeling unwell, she stayed up half the night, and when she got up the next day, she suffered from a stuffy nose, ringing ears, and a dizzy headache.

She had no choice but to stagger downstairs to find Wang Mei, who touched her forehead and got a fright, "Young Madam, you have a fever."

"I’ll just take some medicine and sleep it off." Cheng Zhiwei patted her forehead, feeling dizzy as she leaned against the door.

Wang Mei quickly found some fever-reducing medicine for her to take and then called Zhou Lin, coaxing Cheng Zhiwei back to her room to sleep.

Seeing books and papers scattered all over the bed, Wang Mei asked while tidying up, "Did you not sleep last night?"

"I did sleep," Cheng Zhiwei leaned against the table, "just not for long, probably fell asleep around three o’clock."

Wang Mei: "..."

When Zhou Lin arrived home, Wang Mei reported to him. Zhou Lin’s temples twitched, and he immediately went to the guest room.

He had told her the day before to wait until the next day to deal with those things, she obviously hadn’t listened.

In the room, Cheng Zhiwei was sound asleep, sweating profusely and frowning as if in pain.

Zhou Lin checked her forehead; it was still very hot.

He picked Cheng Zhiwei up, intending to take her to the hospital.

Cheng Zhiwei suddenly woke up, looking straight at Zhou Lin with a bewildered and unfocused gaze, "Zhou Lin?"

Zhou Lin’s lips moved slightly, a glimmer of joy flashed through his eyes, "Cheng Zhiwei, do you recognize me?"

Cheng Zhiwei suddenly grasped his clothes tightly, her pupils dilated rapidly, and she spat out a mouthful of hot blood, muttering, "Don’t touch me... hate... sister..."

Her words were intermittent and weak, but that was roughly what she meant.

Zhou Lin’s gaze darkened, the palms of his hands trembling as he held Cheng Zhiwei, he said hoarsely, "It’s okay, I’m here."

Cheng Zhiwei was hospitalized again, after two days and nights of high fever and pervasive nightmares nearly cost her half her life, leaving her looking even more frail. Once the fever subsided, she couldn’t remember what had happened in her dreams.

She felt that being hospitalized for a slight cold was making a mountain out of a molehill, so she wanted to be discharged that very day.

"Zhiwei." Lin Yu appeared at the door.

"Auntie Lin." Cheng Zhiwei called out happily, "What brings you here?"

Lin Yu, having heard the full story from Wang Mei, stroked Cheng Zhiwei’s hair tenderly, took the hearing aid from Wang Mei, and helped Cheng Zhiwei put it on.

Cheng Zhiwei touched the hearing aid, complaining softly, "It’s really strange, why can’t I hear well?"

And she had no recollection of when her hearing had started to deteriorate.

It was as if her ears had suddenly stopped working.

Lin Yu turned her face away, almost shedding tears, but forced a cheerful face, "It will get better."

Cheng Zhiwei’s mind wasn’t on her hearing issue; having finally seen Lin Yu, she quickly asked, "Is Ah Lin doing better?"

Lin Yu suppressed her sorrow, "Yes, much better."

"Then when can I go see him?"

"Let’s wait a bit more."

Cheng Zhiwei, disappointed, uttered "oh" and then tugged Lin Yu’s sleeve, whispering, "Auntie Lin, if it’s inconvenient at your house, I can go stay with my sister. I don’t want to live with that gentleman."

"That... gentleman?"

"The gentleman at the place where I am currently staying. I still don’t even know his name."