The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 209: I have a headache every single day I’m with you

Chapter 209: Chapter 209: I have a headache every single day I’m with you

Cheng Zhiwei obediently got into the car, clutching her phone tightly in her palm.

A buzzing filled her head, the wrong time gave her an inexplicable sense of absurdity, as she suddenly found herself feeling out of place in this world.

She got out of the car and went back to her room without saying a word.

Looking at the time on her phone screen, she thought about the moment the phone had almost slipped out of Zhou Lin’s hands. That expression on his face—was it really a slip?

"Knock knock knock..."

Someone was at the door.

Cheng Zhiwei abruptly snapped back to reality, pursing her lips as she stared at the door, not wanting to open it at all.

But after a short silence at the door, the sound of the lock echoed, followed by the door opening, with Zhou Lin appearing at the doorway.

Cheng Zhiwei felt a bit nervous, suddenly standing up from the bed, she moved her phone behind her back, looking at Zhou Lin helplessly, like a child who had done something wrong.

Zhou Lin didn’t enter, just leaned on the door frame and quietly watched her, "Do you... have anything you want to ask me?"

Cheng Zhiwei both nodded and shook her head, feeling she should ask, but somehow she also seemed to want to flee from the truth.

However, after a long silence, she mustered the courage to ask him, "Have I lost my memory?"

"You..." Zhou Lin saw her complexion white as paper, all the vitality she had accumulated over the past few days suddenly vanishing, the truth stuck deep in his throat.

He asked her if she wanted to ask him anything, but when she really did, he found himself unable to speak.

Cheng Zhiwei stepped back, collapsing onto the bed, gripping her phone tightly. Occasionally, blurry images would flash through her mind, but she couldn’t see them clearly.

Zhou Lin said calmly, "Cheng Zhiwei, you have lost your memory."

Cheng Zhiwei’s fingers tightened around the sheets. So she had lost her memory—that’s why recalling things felt so difficult, and her head hurt.

"Why did I lose my memory?" she asked. "Is it because of you?"

Zhou Lin took a step forward, staring into her eyes, "Yes."

Cheng Zhiwei felt her strength drain away bit by bit, shaking as she asked, "What is our relationship?"

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be living here.

"You are... my wife." Those five simple words were difficult for Zhou Lin to say, but by the end, his tone became extraordinarily firm.

Wife

That word struck Cheng Zhiwei’s brain like a hammer, causing her head to ache severely. She crouched down, covering her head, mumbling under her breath, "Wife?"

"No, I’m not."

She rejected this identity from the bottom of her bones, as if it were a curse that brought harm.

"Cheng Zhiwei." Zhou Lin’s expression changed abruptly, he strode forward urgently wanting to help Cheng Zhiwei up.

A flash of white light caught his eyes, and Zhou Lin instinctively blocked it, feeling a sudden sharp pain on his arm.

Cheng Zhiwei held a pair of scissors in her hand, the blade still dripping blood. Clenching them, she slowly stood up, her voice trembling, "I told you, don’t come any closer."

Zhou Lin stared hard at the scissors, speaking through clenched teeth, "Cheng Zhiwei, you..."

When had she hidden a pair of scissors on herself?

He raised his hand to snatch the scissors away.

"Don’t come any closer." Cheng Zhiwei screamed, her leg collided with the edge of the bed. Suddenly her emotions and rationality both collapsed, a wave of helpless despair spread over her, and she pointed the blade at herself.

Zhou Lin’s face turned ghastly pale, his outstretched hand froze mid-air, his voice husky, "Cheng Zhiwei, don’t."

Cheng Zhiwei shook her head, her headache intensifying. The forgotten memories in her mind were pulling at her, at one moment taking shape, at the next shattering into pieces.

It made her feel like she was on the verge of going insane.

Her entire body began to tremble violently, the tip of the scissors rubbing against her neck leaving a fine trail of blood.

Zhou Lin watched, his heart thumping with fear, wanting to rush over and snatch the scissors away, but he dared not, fearing she would truly harden her heart and hurt herself.

He could only feign calm, his voice steady as he said, "Cheng Zhiwei, let’s talk this out, don’t hurt yourself."

Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes reddened, her gaze slowly focusing, filled with hatred: "Zhou Lin."

She called his name.

She recognized him.

Zhou Lin clenched his fingers, his heart tightening, "Yes, Cheng Zhiwei, I’m here."

Cheng Zhiwei’s face was tear-streaked, her smile bleak, she asked him madly, "What on earth do you want?"

"Put down the scissors, and we can talk slowly." Zhou Lin took a step forward, but with every move he made, Cheng Zhiwei pressed the scissors a little closer to her own neck.

Blood flowed, staining her fair neck red.

Zhou Lin reacted quickly, halting his steps, not daring to move any closer.

"Cheng Zhiwei, put down the scissors, and I’ll agree to anything you say."

"Including letting my sister go?" Cheng Zhiwei asked hatefully.

"She’s been released and has gone back to her hometown, cleared of all charges," Zhou Lin explained, "You can call to check if you don’t believe me. She went back home when you last had that fever."

Cheng Zhiwei tightened her grip on the phone, "You call my mom."

Without hesitation, Zhou Lin dialed Guo Cuihua’s number, then switched to speakerphone.

"Zhou Lin, what have you done to Zhiwei again?" Guo Cuihua’s icy voice came through.

"Mom," Cheng Zhiwei called out hoarsely, "Is sister there?"

"Zhiwei," Guo Cuihua exclaimed in surprise, her voice much louder, "Zhiyin is back, how are you? Just wait patiently, Mom will find a way to bring you home."

Cheng Zhiyin had really returned home, that was good.

Cheng Zhiwei thought that although their hometown was not as prosperous as Yucheng, they had their pensions and retirement funds, so living out their old age there would be fine. With their parents by her side, her sister would surely have a good life.

With that in mind, she had no more worries.

"Mom, I’m fine, you guys live well at home," Cheng Zhiwei said, her head bowed, a shadow over her, "Hang up."

Zhou Lin ended the call, his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes deeply fixed on Cheng Zhiwei, "Can you put down the scissors in your hand now?"

"Zhou Lin, my head hurts too much." Cheng Zhiwei curved the corners of her mouth, her voice low with a hint of resolve, "Every day with you brings me headaches."

"It’s okay, I’ll take you to see a doctor."

"I often can’t sleep, even sleeping pills don’t help, always worrying about who you’re going to hurt next around me, I’m really too tired."

"Cheng Zhiwei, stop talking." Zhou Lin’s face changed slightly, he had caught the underlying meaning in her words.

Cheng Zhiwei smiled faintly, "I’m really tired."

The scissors aimed right at her heart, swiftly raised.

Zhou Lin moved incredibly quickly, lunging towards her, but as he did, the raised tip of the scissors turned and stabbed into Zhou Lin’s chest instead.

With his body already leaning forward and Cheng Zhiwei exerting all her strength, the tip of the scissors plunged entirely into his sweater.

The white sweater was quickly stained red.