The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 225: All She Needs to Do Is Be at Ease as Young Madam Zhou

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: All She Needs to Do Is Be at Ease as Young Madam Zhou

In the room, Cheng Zhiwei grasped Zhou Lin, her face still wet with tears, looking at him in agony, "You’re stopping me from going because you know that if I went, those things would be exposed, right?"

Zhou Lin’s throat tightened, and he pulled her into his arms to comfort her, "I’ve already instructed Secretary Zhang to handle it, don’t worry."

Cheng Zhiwei thought, how could she not worry, when she felt like a criminal now.

The four words "intentional injury" sounded and immediately made one’s conscience uneasy.

"Drink some hot water." Lin Yu brought over a cup of hot water and handed it to Zhou Lin, who then passed it to Cheng Zhiwei, comforting her, "Drink some water and get some good sleep. Don’t let your mind wander, okay?"

"Okay." Cheng Zhiwei drank the water and lay down. Within the soft blanket, her limbs stiff, she couldn’t feel any warmth.

Zhou Lin touched her hair and then stood up to leave the room.

Outside the door, Zhou Chenyuan was waiting for him, frowning, "If she wanted to go out and do things, you should have foreseen these consequences. Why didn’t you arrange everything beforehand?"

The scandal of Bai Zhuzhu’s car accident became a hot topic, and though it was eventually suppressed by Zhou Lin’s forceful measures, clearing all traces online, the news had already spread, leaving many people with screenshots or videos.

There would always be people who would remember these things.

Cheng Zhiwei lost her memory and was unaware of the impact such exposure would have, but Zhou Lin should have known. If he had taken preventive measures earlier, the public opinion wouldn’t have fermented so rapidly today.

Zhou Lin didn’t answer Zhou Chenyuan’s question, just said emotionlessly, "I will handle it."

Zhou Chenyuan furrowed his eyebrows, his gaze becoming profound, even flashing a hint of surprise, "Did you do this on purpose?"

Zhou Lin’s lips were tightly pressed, his eyes deep and devoid of any light, "As long as she stays content being Young Madam Zhou, that’s all that matters."

Zhou Chenyuan sighed, "Ah Lin, you might regret doing this."

He had said before that Zhou Lin should carefully consider the consequences of his actions and be responsible for them. He had never suggested that Zhou Lin might regret them, but now, he deeply felt that Zhou Lin’s personality was too obsessive and selfish.

He wanted to keep Cheng Zhiwei by his side, so he chose to clip her wings.

This was far too cruel.

Now it seemed, Zhou Lin’s feelings for Cheng Zhiwei were not absent.

It was just that he was unaware of them.

And that was most hurtful.

"She has a gentle temperament. Aren’t you afraid that this incident might cause her to develop a psychological barrier, to become depressed and withdrawn?" Zhou Chenyuan reminded.

After all, no one can remain indifferent about "causing someone’s death."

Cheng Zhiwei’s temperament was even less likely to.

Zhou Lin’s face was somber, his mood nearly spilling out, his voice heavy, "It’s okay, I will be there for her."

After speaking, he turned and went back inside the room.

Zhou Chenyuan watched his retreating figure and sighed deeply. He regretted a bit that he had agreed to drag Cheng Zhiwei into this mess with Zhou Lin; after all, according to their original plan, Zhou Lin was supposed to divorce her after giving Cheng Zhiwei enough compensation.

But now, not only was he unwilling to let go, he had also done something even more excessive.

Lin Yu came out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her, her eyes red, "How did it come to this?"

Everything was moving in a positive direction, but how did such an incident suddenly occur? How was Cheng Zhiwei going to bear this?

"I want to tell Zhiwei the truth," Lin Yu said softly.

But how much of the truth did she really know? Three years ago, how had Zhou Lin and Cheng Zhiwei ended up in that room together, what had really happened in Bai Zhuzhu’s car accident? She knew too little, and speaking out would only add to Cheng Zhiwei’s mental burden.

Zhou Chenyuan patted her shoulder, took her hand, and led her downstairs, "Let her have some peace by herself."

At dinner, Cheng Zhiwei could hardly eat, managing only a few bites with difficulty before she excused herself apologetically and went to the living room, staring blankly at the TV without really seeing anything.

Seeing that she was in low spirits, Zhou Lin took her for a walk after dinner.

Their breath turned to white mist in the air, hazy clusters forming as Zhou Lin carefully wrapped a scarf around Cheng Zhiwei, his large palm encasing her entire hand.

Cheng Zhiwei’s fingers were ice cold, and when they touched the warmth of Zhou Lin’s palm, she couldn’t help but curl up and struggle slightly.

Zhou Lin gripped even tighter, and the two of them walked shoulder to shoulder outside.

The weather was cold and there were few people out, their steps compacting the thin snow beneath their feet, forming side-by-side footprints that gradually spread outward.

Cheng Zhiwei looked at the expanse of white on the ground and felt a chill in her heart; under the streetlights, their shadows were uneven. Even though they were holding hands, there seemed to be gaps between them.

She thought, no wonder she always felt something strange between her and Zhou Lin, always felt that he lacked the enthusiasm that a husband should have. Now it seemed to her that their marriage might have been a mistake from the very beginning.

He and Seo Zhenzhen were the true lovers.

The cold air rushed into her nostrils and seemingly froze her lungs, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Suddenly, she stopped walking and looked up at the sparse snowflakes falling under the dim streetlight, letting the icy crystals land on her face.

"What’s wrong?" Zhou Lin asked softly.

Cheng Zhiwei turned to look at Zhou Lin, her face still a bit pale, "If you’re willing to divorce..."

Before she could finish, Zhou Lin pulled her into his embrace, his chin rubbing on her hair, his voice soft and gentle, "Don’t mention those two words."

Cheng Zhiwei fell silent, perhaps the weather was indeed cold, for she felt no warmth in the embrace.

"Bai Zhuzhu’s incident was an accident, just like Seo Zhenzhen’s car accident years ago," Zhou Lin’s voice was full of finality, "Everything has been dealt with a long time ago; don’t worry about it."

Cheng Zhiwei’s eyelashes trembled, her eyes sore, "Zhou Lin, I..."

"Zhiwei, just stay by my side, be good, okay?"

His hoarse, indistinct voice covered the top of her head with an ineffable sense of tenderness; Zhou Lin couldn’t help but tighten his arms, "Those things are all in the past, Zhiwei, don’t take them to heart."

"But..."

"The car accidents were unforeseen, not your fault," Zhou Lin cradled Cheng Zhiwei’s face, whispering sincerely, "All the necessary compensation has already been given, those affairs are no longer your concern."

Cheng Zhiwei cast her gaze downward, her heart in turmoil, her fingers involuntarily clutching at his clothes, tears falling, "I’m sorry, I thought you were stopping me because of Seo Zhenzhen."

She even resented him to the point of wanting to take back that spot.

Only now did she realize that he was protecting her.

Zhou Lin lowered his gaze, his lips pressed tightly, emotions swirling within him, all to be smoothed out to stillness in the end, "It’s good that you know."

No matter how she would react upon learning the full truth in the future, for now, he kept her by his side.

Cheng Zhiwei buried her face in his chest, her heart’s turmoil dissolving into relief, "Thank you."

In response, Zhou Lin kissed her, initially a tentative brush of the lips, but eventually it turned into a fierce declaration of possession.

The snow fell bit by bit into their hair, heatedly devoured and invisible.