The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 219: After liking for so many years, just keep on liking.

Chapter 219: Chapter 219: After liking for so many years, just keep on liking.

"Wait, President Zhou," Dr. Fang stood up and chased after him to the door, "actually, there’s another way."

Zhou Lin’s eyes were solemn, showing a hint of impatience. He didn’t like this hesitant manner of speaking.

Dr. Fang gave a bitter smile and said, "This method is similar to the one I mentioned before, but instead of making her believe that Ah Lin is dead, this one involves making her completely forget everything about Ah Lin."

Essentially, both methods involved forgetting Zhou Lin, but one seemed more cruel to Cheng Zhiwei, while the other would be much easier for her.

"Hypnotism," Dr. Fang explained, "If she forgets that person and everything related to him, she can start anew."

Zhou Lin’s expression was unreadable, and it was unclear what he was thinking. Without responding to Dr. Fang, he turned around and went to find Cheng Zhiwei.

Cheng Zhiwei’s memories were becoming more and more muddled. Today she’d talk about picking up Ah Lin, then in a couple of days, suddenly say she wanted to watch Ah Lin’s basketball game, and even in the middle of the night she’d go to the kitchen to cook sobering-up soup for Ah Lin.

Her memories were retreating bit by bit, and eventually, she forgot these things and clamored to return home.

Lin Yu couldn’t persuade her, so she arranged for two servants to follow her around, yet there were still times when they were careless.

Cheng Zhiwei took advantage of a moment when the two were busy downstairs to sneak out of the Zhou household,

When Zhou Lin received the news, he was in a meeting. He instructed someone to watch Cheng Zhiwei, and he rushed over himself.

By the time he arrived at the Cheng Family house, Cheng Zhiwei was staring blankly at the empty house, unable to understand why, despite not being away for long, the house was now vacant.

It was as if no one had lived there for a long time.

"Cheng Zhiwei," Zhou Lin called out her name tenderly, "come here."

Cheng Zhiwei slowly looked up at him, her gaze somewhat scattered and vacant, her voice hollow, "There’s been a burglary in the house."

Otherwise, why would it be so empty?

She took out her phone to call the police.

Zhou Lin pressed down on her hand, pulled her into his arms, and rested his chin on top of her head, his dark eyes filled with discomfort, "There’s no burglar. They just went back to their hometown."

Cheng Zhiwei didn’t understand, "Weren’t they out working?"

How did they end up in their hometown?

She struggled, "I want to go find Sister."

Zhou Lin hugged her tightly to himself, "Sister is also in the hometown."

Cheng Zhiwei stopped struggling, her vacant eyes heartbreaking, "Why would they be in the hometown, I want to go back too."

She squirmed out of Zhou Lin’s arms and ran into the bedroom, packing a few clothes at random.

The clothes were quite old, after all, some of her belongings were at Sparkling Sky City, some at Maple Courtyard’s Cheng Zhiyin’s house, but to Cheng Zhiwei, she didn’t care at all.

Grabbing a bag haphazardly, she was ready to leave.

"Cheng Zhiwei, aren’t you waiting for your Ah Lin anymore?" Zhou Lin’s throat moved, aware that her memories were gradually erasing him amidst the confusion, and the desolation in his heart began to grow unchecked.

When she had loved him, he took it for granted.

But now that she truly started to forget him, a sense of absurd pain emerged.

"Ah Lin?" Cheng Zhiwei murmured the name, her expression showing ripples of confusion and loss, as if she found the name very familiar, but couldn’t remember who it belonged to.

"Yes, didn’t you say he was coming back?" Zhou Lin asked softly, "Aren’t you waiting for him?"

"He is already with Seo Zhenzhen," Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes turned red, she turned her head away, a mix of pain and resignation, "I wish him well."

Her memory became confused again.

"Seo Zhenzhen took advantage of your account and replaced the things you did for Ah Lin. I’m sorry, he couldn’t see through people."

"Brother Zhou, you don’t need to comfort me, I know he doesn’t like me." Cheng Zhiwei said with a bitter smile. She had always seen things clearly; liking someone was her own business, irrelevant to whom Zhou Lin liked.

But she also needed to cut her losses in time.

"You..."

"I’m leaving now, goodbye."

Where could she go?

Zhou Lin pursed his lips and pulled her back again, "Cheng Zhiwei, wait, I’ll drive you back tomorrow."

"That’s not necessary." Cheng Zhiwei politely refused, "I can take the bus back by myself."

Zhou Lin’s eyes turned slightly cold, and as he pulled her into his embrace, he pinched the back of her neck. Cheng Zhiwei only felt pain in her neck, and then she fainted.

Secretary Zhang bowed his head and said, "Doctor Fang is ready on his end."

Zhou Lin gently and tenderly picked up Cheng Zhiwei and walked out.

Cheng Zhiwei, having liked me for so many years, then just keep liking me.

Three months later.

Bar private room.

When Cheng Zhiwei pushed the door and entered, the noisy clamor inside hushed for a moment. She looked at the man leaning casually with a cigarette between his lips among the crowd and said helplessly with a smile, "Ah Lin, it’s time to go home."

Several men in the room, each accompanied by a beautiful girl, were the only ones with the spots on both sides of the man vacant. Hearing her voice, the man stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up, picking up his jacket. He was tall and had long legs, and his figure was lean and perfect. However, his face always carried a hint of severity, chilling to onlookers,

But that hint of severity softened into tenderness when he looked at Cheng Zhiwei, and he answered faintly, "I’m coming."

In a corner, sat a man in a dark blue shirt, his hair dyed a light grey, wrapping his arm around a woman in a red spaghetti strap dress. His peach-blossom eyes slightly upturned, he blew a smoke ring towards the woman in his arms and said with a hint of mockery, "Ah Lin now seems to be under strict supervision by his wife."

It was somewhat sarcastic.

Cheng Zhiwei had heard of He Lanzhi, who had apparently just returned from abroad and had specially organized a welcome-back party today.

From first glance, Cheng Zhiwei took a dislike to this man, so she ignored him.

And just quietly waited for Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin took hold of her wrist, his eyes obscured in the dim light. He swept a glance at He Lanzhi and said, "If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all."

He Lanzhi pushed the woman beside him away and walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, staring directly at Cheng Zhiwei with a disdainful aggression, "Miss Cheng is really fortunate, having won Ah Lin’s heart after so many years, just pity Zhenzhen..."

"He Lanzhi, you’re drunk," Zhou Lin interrupted him sharply, his dark eyes as cold as ice.

In the end, He Lanzhi didn’t dare to be frivolous under Zhou Lin’s anger; he flicked the corner of his lip with his tongue, and with a playful laugh, he said, "Even though Ah Lin is married, he should still attend social gatherings. Miss Cheng, aren’t you afraid that keeping such a tight leash on Ah Lin will make him the laughing stock?"

Cheng Zhiwei replied indifferently, "I was just nearby for something, so I came to pick him up. If you’re still discussing business, I’ll leave first."

She handled herself with grace and appropriateness.

Yet as if she lacked affection.

He Lanzhi snorted, "Since you’re here, why pretend to be so innocent?"

"I asked her to come," Zhou Lin warned He Lanzhi, pausing before adding, "This meal, I’ll make it up to you another time."