The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 206: Only by seeing it with his own eyes did he realize how shallow his imagination was.

Chapter 206: Chapter 206: Only by seeing it with his own eyes did he realize how shallow his imagination was.

Cheng Zhiyin’s first words upon seeing her were to ask about Cheng Zhiwei’s situation.

Lin Yu said with remorse, "I’m sorry, I failed to control Zhou Lin."

She had not intervened in time, and now it was too late to manage.

"Zhiwei was kidnapped by Meng Qiancheng and fell into the water, losing some of her memories, but she’s doing well now," Lin Yu didn’t hide the truth from Cheng Zhiyin.

"Where is she? I want to see her," Cheng Zhiyin immediately said, not caring about her disheveled appearance, eager to see Cheng Zhiwei.

Lin Yu shook her head, "I promised Zhou Lin that he would let you go, and I left Zhiwei by his side."

Cheng Zhiyin was stunned, then burst out angrily, "Auntie Lin, how could you do this? Zhiwei has been constantly hurt by Zhou Lin, and you left her there, you... what right do you have to make such a decision?"

Angry, the words just slipped out of her mouth.

Lin Yu was not upset; she understood Cheng Zhiyin’s feelings and hence spoke calmly, "I think, if Zhiwei were making this decision, she would do the same as me."

"I want to see her, you have no right to treat her like this," Cheng Zhiyin said angrily.

Lin Yu fell silent for a few seconds, then slowly said, "Indeed, our family has wronged Zhiwei, but Zhiyin, you need to understand, you also bear responsibility for the current situation."

Cheng Zhiyin was left speechless and turned her face away. If she hadn’t helped Meng Qiancheng steal the documents, she wouldn’t have been caught. Although she didn’t know what Cheng Zhiwei had experienced outside, it must have been something terrible, which was why she had even lost her memories.

"Now is not the time to argue about who is right or wrong," Lin Yu comforted her, "Zhiwei has lost her memories of the past few years, the remembering only the happy times from years ago. This is a good thing. In time, I will find a way to get her to divorce Zhou Lin."

Cheng Zhiyin’s eyes reddened, "Can’t I really see her?"

"You need to go back to your hometown, where Zhou Lin has arranged everything for you," Lin Yu said with great guilt and handed over the mobile phone to Cheng Zhiyin, "and please make a call to Zhiwei to reassure her that she can stay at the Zhou Family’s home in comfort."

Cheng Zhiyin gripped the phone tight, thinking if she told Zhiwei what Zhou Lin had done, she definitely wouldn’t want to stay.

Lin Yu saw through her thoughts and simply said, "I’ve also thought about telling Zhiwei the truth, but right now her health can’t withstand any more shocks."

With one sentence, Cheng Zhiyin’s idea was quashed.

She could only do as Lin Yu said, calling Wang Mei’s number. Zhiwei’s cheerful voice soon came from the other end, "Sis."

Cheng Zhiyin choked up, her voice muffled as she called out, "Zhiwei."

"Sis, what’s wrong? Do you have a cold?" Cheng Zhiwei asked with concern.

"Yeah, a bit of a cold. Zhiwei, Auntie told me about your situation, but I’m out on training right now and it will be a long time before I can come back. Can you stay at Auntie Lin’s house for me?" Cheng Zhiyin cooed, uttering these words against her will and felt a gut-wrenching pain as tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhiwei, I’m sorry.

"Alright then, take care of yourself, I’ll wait for you to pick me up," Cheng Zhiwei advised, "Remember to pick me up."

"Okay," Cheng Zhiyin promised, hurriedly hanging up the phone, fearing Zhiwei would hear her crying if she continued talking.

Cheng Zhiwei returned the phone to Wang Mei with a gloomy face, fiddled with her own phone, and refused to speak.

Wang Mei glanced at Zhou Lin and quietly left the room.

Zhou Lin asked her, "Did you get in touch with your sister?"

"Hmm," Cheng Zhiwei quickly broke into a smile, "Brother Zhou, I’ll be in your care from now on."

Cold politeness, and a hint of reluctance.

Zhou Lin’s face darkened slightly, but he quickly regained his impassive expression.

Brother Zhou? She did not know who had taught her that.

Once Cheng Zhiwei’s fever subsided, she was unwilling to stay in the hospital anymore, persistently pleading to be discharged.

Wang Mei knew she was concerned about the scriptures and offered to bring them to her.

Cheng Zhiwei quickly refused, "No, those scriptures have been consecrated; they can’t be brought to a place like a hospital."

Her devotion was absolute.

Wang Mei said with a smile, "These things are for peace of mind. If your heart is sincere, the spirits will respond. It should be fine to bring them."

"Absolutely not." Lying in bed somewhat bored, she then poked her head out and emphasized to Wang Mei that she must not bring the items there.

Wang Mei agreed.

Holding her phone against her chest, Cheng Zhiwei thought of Zhou Lin’s haggard appearance, her eyes quietly reddening, not knowing how he was faring.

As soon as the sky had cleared, Zhou Lin went to Tongen Temple.

He met with the abbot, who, without a word from Zhou Lin, said, "You’ve come for her, haven’t you?"

Zhou Lin nodded silently.

He was aware of the time Cheng Zhiwei had asked for the scriptures on his behalf and knew that she had knelt down devoutly. But one’s imagination is limited; only upon seeing it firsthand did he realize how shallow his imagination had been regarding her level of devotion.

The abbot stood at the doorway, watching the melting snow, and sighed softly, "The first time she came, it was in the afternoon. I remember clearly because there was a rare torrential downpour that day, and everything was pitch black. When she appeared at the entrance, she was completely drenched, as if she had been fished out of water. It gave the young monk who opened the door quite a scare; he even thought a water ghost had come knocking."

The abbot continued in a low voice, "After that, I never saw her again. With such sincerity, I’m sure her prayers were answered favourably, since what she sought must have come to a good outcome. I did not expect that not long ago she would return the scriptures."

After saying this, he sighed with pity, "It seems the devotee’s recent circumstances are worrisome, aren’t they?"

"What did she say when she returned the scriptures?" Zhou Lin’s eyes remained calm, as if unaffected.

"Only that she no longer needed them and wanted to pass them on to someone destined."

Zhou Lin remained silent for a long while before he thanked the abbot and then descended the mountain.

Two days later, Cheng Zhiwei was discharged from the hospital. The first thing she did after leaving was to prepare to continue the task she had not completed, but Zhou Lin forbade her from staying in the room, fearing an incident if her health had not fully recovered.

He was caring for her, and since it was someone else’s home, Cheng Zhiwei obediently lowered her head and moved all her belongings into the living room.

Before starting, she would wash her hands clean, then meditate for half an hour, and only then would she solemnly open the scriptures. She would first read to herself, and once she had become fluent, she would start recording.

The tenderness radiating from her entire being was filled with hope for that person.

By the time Zhou Lin returned home from his social obligations, it was already around midnight. The living room light was still on, and as soon as he entered, he saw Cheng Zhiwei sitting on the sofa, silently flipping through a scripture book.

He frowned and strode over, taking the scripture book from Cheng Zhiwei’s hands, his voice cold, "What time is it, and you’re still not resting?"

Cheng Zhiwei jumped, seeing clearly that it was Zhou Lin, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She took the book back and humbly continued arranging it, "I’m not tired."

"You’re still sick," Zhou Lin reminded her, his brows furrowed displeasedly. "Do I need to remind you of that?"