The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 212: Cheng Zhiwei, who else believes in those things besides you?

Chapter 212: Chapter 212: Cheng Zhiwei, who else believes in those things besides you?

The servants all said that Cheng Zhiwei had good fortune, that even after such a change, the young master stayed by her side, and the Zhou Family treated her like a precious treasure, saying it was the blessing of several lifetimes.

Wang Mei became angry whenever she heard this and would sternly scold them, forbidding them to discuss the affairs of their employers.

Gradually, no one dared to speak of it at home anymore.

Slowly being cared for, Cheng Zhiwei was quiet and well-behaved. Whatever she was asked to do, she would do; whatever she was asked to eat, she would eat, and the color gradually returned to her cheeks.

Wang Mei was very pleased and took even greater care of Cheng Zhiwei.

As soon as Cheng Zhiwei recovered from her illness, she immediately remembered the task she had not completed. She asked Wang Mei to fetch the scripture for her. Having heard Lin Yu’s words and thinking that Zhou Lin’s situation was poor, she wanted to rush to record the scriptures, then send them to Zhou Lin,

but no one could persuade her otherwise.

Zhou Lin discovered that Cheng Zhiwei’s throat was hoarse when he returned home that evening.

He ate his meal with a stern face, but no one paid attention to his mood.

After the meal, Cheng Zhiwei returned to her room. Wearing her headphones, she read the script with great care, word by word. She would even hold back her coughs until she paused the recording, only allowing herself to cough before continuing again.

When she came out for water, her voice was so hoarse she could barely speak.

Zhou Lin just happened to come out of his study and, without saying a word, went into Cheng Zhiwei’s room and collected all of her things.

Cheng Zhiwei was stunned for a moment and went to grab them back, but Zhou Lin lifted everything out of her reach and said with heavy anger, "Your throat is already like this, yet you still record these pointless things."

Cheng Zhiwei got particularly angry, "It’s none of your business, give it back to me."

She never really liked this Brother Zhou. Now that he had taken something so important from her, her aversion to him deepened.

"Cheng Zhiwei, take a good look, who else believes in these things besides you."

"I believe that’s enough."

Cheng Zhiwei jumped up to snatch them back, but her arm was grasped by a great force. Zhou Lin was extremely irritable. He knew that Cheng Zhiwei was trapped in memories of the past, memories related to him. While these ought to have been warm memories, her self-torment made him angry.

He hadn’t taken it to heart at all initially, so why was she still wearing herself out over it?

"Cheng Zhiwei, stand still for me," Zhou Lin commanded with furrowed brows and a stern scolding tone.

Cheng Zhiwei bit her lip, looking at him resentfully with her clear eyes brimming with moisture and stubbornness.

Zhou Lin released her and spoke without any expression, lecturing, "I understand how you feel, but your health is also important now, as is your throat. Don’t you like singing? If you ruin your throat, how will you sing in the future?"

"I can’t even hear voices anymore, so how can I sing." The retort came quickly and naturally. Cheng Zhiwei blurted it out, then herself was taken aback, not understanding why she would say such a resentful statement.

Zhou Lin’s hand, which had been lifted, froze. An inexplicable emotion swamped his chest, making him feel suffocated.

Cheng Zhiwei was frightened by his dark and terrible expression, her fingers anxiously entwined as she offered a feeble apology, "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lose my temper at you, it’s not related to you."

No, it was related. Zhou Lin felt too abashed to meet her gaze, but his innate pride wouldn’t allow him to lower his head to apologize. He could only soften his tone slightly, "I’m not trying to stop you, but your body is very important too. Can you let your throat rest a bit?"

Cheng Zhiwei looked at the scripture in his hand and stubbornly said, "These are my things."

"I’ve put them in the study, I’ll give them to you tomorrow," Zhou Lin said flatly, adding, "I will definitely give them to you."

Cheng Zhiwei felt this moment seemed familiar, yet also absurd, and her mind briefly wandered. But she quickly came to and shook her head, "No, these are my things."

"Cheng Zhiwei." Zhou Lin frowned.

Cheng Zhiwei repeated, "These are my things."

"I said I would give it to you tomorrow."

Zhou Lin wanted her to give her poor throat a rest for the night.

Yet Cheng Zhiwei stubbornly repeated, "Mine, give it back to me."

Her gaze was firmly locked on the scripture, her pitch-black eyes devoid of any emotional ripples. Upon closer inspection, they even held a few traces of abnormal disparity, and she continued to repeat incessantly, "It’s mine, give it back to me."

Zhou Lin noticed her abnormality and his heart sank. "Cheng Zhiwei, what’s wrong with you?"

At that moment, Lin Yu and Wang Mei hurried over. "I heard the two of you arguing, Zhou... did you bully Zhiwei again?"

Lin Yu glared angrily at Zhou Lin and went over to support Cheng Zhiwei’s arm, comforting her, "Zhiwei, don’t be afraid of him. Auntie will support you."

But Cheng Zhiwei seemed not to hear and kept her focus on the scripture, her mouth still repeating those few sentences.

Initially, Lin Yu didn’t hear her clearly. "Zhiwei, what are you saying?"

It was only when she got close that she heard Cheng Zhiwei’s words clearly.

Lin Yu frowned and yelled at Zhou Lin, "What are you doing? Don’t you know that’s very important to Zhiwei? Give it back to her now."

She was really speechless with Zhou Lin; Cheng Zhiwei was already in such a state, and he still came over to bully her.

However, Zhou Lin didn’t move, just watched Cheng Zhiwei with a complex expression.

"Did you hear me?" Lin Yu raised her voice.

Zhou Lin half-closed his eyes, glanced down at Cheng Zhiwei, and then slowly lowered his raised hand. Cheng Zhiwei suddenly jumped up, snatched the book back, and clutched it tightly to her chest as she hid in the corner behind the door.

"Mine, mine, no one is allowed to take it."

"Ah Lin’s, not allowed to take it."

"It’s mine, it’s mine... Ah Lin..."

As she muttered, tears fell one by one, as if trapped in a terrifying state.

Lin Yu was stunned and stared fixedly at Cheng Zhiwei. Her condition was obviously one of mental instability.

It wasn’t just amnesia; she had even become...

Lin Yu turned her eyes away, not daring to cry in front of Cheng Zhiwei. She wanted to support Cheng Zhiwei, but Cheng Zhiwei desperately shrank back. With her back against the wall and nowhere to retreat, she simply hugged herself tightly, shivering all over.

She was scared.

"Zhiwei, I’m your auntie, don’t you recognize me?" Lin Yu spoke softly, trying to soothe her, but Cheng Zhiwei was lost in her own world, oblivious to her voice.

"Zhiwei." Lin Yu finally broke down crying.

How could it have come to this? She thought Cheng Zhiwei just had amnesia and had hoped that even with the memory loss, she could properly help her start a new life.

But... she wept silently.

"Madam." Wang Mei took Lin Yu to the side and sighed, "Let me try."

She tiptoed to close to Cheng Zhiwei, then crouched down, reaching out to her, "Miss Zhiwei, I’m Aunt Wang, look at me."

Crouching, she carefully edged closer to Cheng Zhiwei, speaking gently, "Was the braised spare ribs tonight tasty? How about Aunt Wang makes you pork dumplings tomorrow, alright?"