The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 216: I’m Waiting for Ah Lin

Chapter 216: Chapter 216: I’m Waiting for Ah Lin

Lin Yu whispered, "Zhiwei, let’s not bother with him. I’ll take you out to have fun in a bit."

Cheng Zhiwei shook her head and said, "Auntie Lin, I won’t go. I’ll just stay at home."

"Why won’t you go? I’ve made plans to play mahjong with several friends. You should come and enjoy yourself with us."

"No, no, I won’t go. He’ll be upset if I do."

If she went, she wouldn’t be able to chat with Ah Lin whenever she wanted, and she certainly didn’t want that.

Lin Yu glared at Zhou Chenyuan angrily, "Look what he’s done, making Zhiwei as scared of him as a mouse is of a cat. Is he trying to turn the world upside down?"

Zhou Chenyuan didn’t dare to speak up and could only softly and gently try to appease.

After finishing her meal, Cheng Zhiwei returned to her room and stared at her phone, waiting for a message to arrive.

Lin Yu and Wang Mei checked on her several times and, seeing that her mood was quite good, felt relieved.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the second Wednesday of the week.

Zhou Lin had promised earlier to take Cheng Zhiwei to a music concert and had carefully prepared flowers and chocolates, not for any reason other than not wanting her to be wooed away by some smooth-talking guy.

However, he had waited outside for over half an hour and still had not seen Cheng Zhiwei.

With a stern face, he asked Secretary Zhang, "Where is she?"

Two minutes later, Secretary Zhang said, "The Young Madam went to the airport."

"The airport?"

A sinking feeling filled Zhou Lin’s heart. What was she doing at the airport?

After listening to the phone call, Secretary Zhang added, "She said she’s picking someone up."

When Zhou Lin rushed to the airport, Cheng Zhiwei was still standing in the same spot, staring unblinkingly at the exit, afraid of missing the person she was waiting for.

But there were hardly any people left exiting.

Cheng Zhiwei did not find the person she was waiting for.

Zhou Lin stood behind her for a long time, but she did not notice him, stubbornly waiting.

Zhou Lin’s expression grew more and more displeased. It was the first time he had actively accompanied a woman to a music concert, but she had stood him up without so much as a word, and now she was treating him as if he were invisible.

Secretary Zhang clearly noticed the man beside him growing colder and colder and thought about reminding Cheng Zhiwei. However, Zhou Lin stepped in front of Cheng Zhiwei first, completely blocking her view, "Cheng Zhiwei, what are you doing here?"

Cheng Zhiwei lifted her eyes lightly, her voice filled with pure joy, even her brows and eyes curved with a smile, "I’m waiting for someone."

"Waiting for whom?" Zhou Lin glanced briefly at the sparse crowd at the exit, unable to discern who she might be waiting for.

Cheng Zhiwei tucked her fallen hair behind her ear, a hint of shyness on her face, but her tone remained bold and straightforward, "I’m waiting for Ah Lin."

Zhou Lin’s stern expression froze momentarily; he thought he had misheard. Frowning, he asked again, "Who did you say you’re waiting for?"

"Waiting for Ah Lin," Cheng Zhiwei moved aside, her eyes filled with anticipation as she continued to watch the exit, her voice laden with annoyance, "Don’t stand here in my way. Otherwise, Ah Lin won’t be able to see me."

Zhou Lin’s pupils contracted, his face growing dark and grim—he heard her say she’s waiting for Zhou Lin?

But he was right there, and the excuse made up by Auntie Lin while he was abroad...how did Cheng Zhiwei suddenly end up at the airport to pick someone up, and that someone was...

He turned his head and whispered an order to Secretary Zhang to check.

A few minutes later, Secretary Zhang returned and said, "There’s nothing, but I asked the airport staff, and the Young Madam has been standing here for almost an hour."

An hour?

She was still waiting here?

Zhou Lin’s somber voice rang out, "Did he tell you to wait here for him?"

"Yeah," Cheng Zhiwei was very happy today and found Zhou Lin more pleasing to the eye. She picked up her cellphone and showed Zhou Lin, "Look, the message he sent me."

"Message?" Zhou Lin’s voice grew heavy.

Wait a minute... He suddenly grabbed Cheng Zhiwei’s wrist, his gaze firmly locked on the penguin avatar.

He remembered that avatar so well, how it accompanied him through so many days and nights.

Why was that account logged into her phone?

Cheng Zhiwei didn’t expect Zhou Lin to snatch her phone again; she stomped her foot in anger, "Give me back my phone. What’s wrong with you, snatching people’s things like that? It’s mine."

Zhou Lin clutched the phone tightly, one hand forcefully encircling Cheng Zhiwei’s waist, pulling her close to him, his words edged with a chilling cold, "How do you have this account?"

Cheng Zhiwei couldn’t reach her phone, her breath heavy with annoyance, glaring at him, "Give me my phone back."

"Cheng Zhiwei," Zhou Lin suddenly raised his voice, his gaze darkened as he stared at Cheng Zhiwei, "How do you have this account? Answer my question."

Cheng Zhiwei was startled by his burst of anger and resisted fearfully, "It’s mine."

"Yours?" Zhou Lin was stunned. How could it be hers?

It was clearly Seo Zhenzhen’s.

While he was distracted for that moment, Cheng Zhiwei managed to break free, seized her phone back, and retreated two meters away, warily watching Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin swallowed hard, his voice going husky, "Cheng Zhiwei, come here."

Cheng Zhiwei shook her head, stuffed her phone into her overcoat pocket, then clutched the pocket with her hand, shaking her head defensively.

Zhou Lin didn’t mention the phone again; his tone seemed somewhat filled with suppressed anger, as if holding back something, "You’ve been waiting here for an hour now, and he hasn’t shown up. Aren’t you going to ask?"

Cheng Zhiwei was taken aback. Yes, why hadn’t he come out?

She frowned with worried impatience, her gaze repeatedly darting towards the exit, but there was nothing to see there.

She clutched her pocket, her face turning pale. Could something have happened?

Zhou Lin had quietly moved to her side and whispered, "Do you want to send a message to ask?"

"Oh, sure," Cheng Zhiwei took out her phone, logged into the secondary account, and sent a message.

Zhou Lin could see clearly again; the entire conversation box contained only the messages she’d sent, with no replies.

Most of the messages were also sent late at night.

Realizing that she had looked sleepy at breakfast recently, Zhou Lin understood. He leaned close to her ear and whispered again, "Did he tell you to come here to pick him up at this time?"

"Yes," Cheng Zhiwei stretched her neck to peer inside, tapping her foot anxiously.

Zhou Lin asked solemnly, "But there have been no buses from that place since six o’clock."

Cheng Zhiwei’s lips were parted, her eyes clouded with confusion. She looked towards the exit and then back at Zhou Lin, as if she didn’t grasp the meaning of his words.

"Cheng Zhiwei, have you forgotten that you were supposed to go to a concert with me today?" Zhou Lin’s heart sank, his tone gentle and patient, "I’ve come to pick you up."

"Concert?"

It seemed like there was such an arrangement?

She immediately apologized guiltily, "I’m sorry, I forgot."

Zhou Lin almost whispered, "Take a look at your phone. Did he really send you a message?"

Cheng Zhiwei subconsciously looked at her phone screen, her expression suddenly stiffening. It clearly should have been a conversation between two people, but somehow, the entire chat box contained only the messages she had sent.

It was always... without anyone... responding...