The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 23 That’s Originally Mine

Chapter 23: Chapter 23 That’s Originally Mine

Cheng Zhiwei felt somewhat unsteady on her feet. After all, she was his wife, and in such a setting, he had absolute authority. Yet he showed no intention of defending her, allowing her to be verbally taken advantage of by this group of men.

Bai Zhuzhu leaned in close to Zhou Lin and whispered deliberately, "Brother Lin, this isn’t right."

Zhou Lin lit a cigarette, the smoke cold and uncaring, "She asked for it."

Cheng Zhiwei’s heart numbed at those three words. She had known all along, so why bother hoping he would help her because she was his wife?

If he had acknowledged her as his wife, he wouldn’t have so easily given away the opportunity she had fought so hard for to Bai Zhuzhu.

She could have left right then, but the thought of the lyrics He Ye wrote for her and the music he composed for her song—ending up in Bai Zhuzhu’s hands—filled her with boundless courage.

Of course, it was also for herself.

She picked up a glass, poured a drink, and extended it to Wu Chengshuang, her smile radiant, "Producer Wu, this first glass is for you."

Wu Chengshuang was taken aback and sneaked a glance at Zhou Lin and Bai Zhuzhu’s expressions. Seeing Bai Zhuzhu nod slightly, he instantly understood.

He purposely said, "Miss Cheng is really desperate for this opportunity. Since that’s the case, why not let loose and enjoy yourself?"

He clapped his hands to summon a waiter and whispered a few instructions.

Cheng Zhiwei smiled radiantly. No matter how difficult they made it, she had decided to stand her ground and not back down.

Zhou Lin’s expression remained indifferent, showing no pleasure or anger.

Bai Zhuzhu served him food, coaxing him in a soft voice to eat more, warning that too much alcohol was bad for the stomach.

The person sitting next to them teased, "Miss Bai’s concern for Young President Zhou makes us all envious."

Bai Zhuzhu blushed and smiled, then worriedly glanced at Cheng Zhiwei, pretending to say, "Don’t be too hard on her, it’s enough if she knows when to give up."

"Miss Bai, you’re too kind. She’s coming to steal your work, and you’re still helping her."

Bai Zhuzhu paused, with an innocent expression, "She made the effort to audition only to be rejected. It’s natural for her to be upset, I can understand."

"So many people auditioned, only she is too precious? The opportunity must be hers? That’s hilarious; who knows, maybe her voice is awful."

Just then, the waiter brought over a small table, and the people nearby quickly cleared the dishes from in front of Cheng Zhiwei to make room for the table in front of her.

The table was covered with full glasses of liquor.

Wu Chengshuang’s smile was wide, "Miss Cheng, if you can finish these fifty glasses, I can give you another chance."

Even for a man who could handle his drink, five glasses might be the limit—asking Cheng Zhiwei, a woman, to drink fifty was blatantly difficult.

"It’s fine if you can’t finish, just spend the night with Producer Wu. Known for cherishing beauty, he’d probably be willing to give you the opportunity," someone said with a dirty insinuation, whistling.

Wu Chengshuang looked at Cheng Zhiwei’s beautiful face. He had long been attracted to her, but with Zhou Lin present, he couldn’t be too overt, pretending to protest, "What are you saying? Do I, Old Wu, seem like that kind of person to you?"

Those things should be done in private.

The man hurriedly laughed and apologized.

Cheng Zhiwei’s face turned slightly pale, yet she still managed to smile, "Does Producer Wu keep his word?"

"Of course."

"If Sister Zhiwei truly wants this opportunity, I am willing to give it up," Bai Zhuzhu stood up, her face creased with concern as she tried to persuade her, "Don’t do this."

Cheng Zhiwei sneered coldly, "That was originally mine to begin with. Why would I need your permission to take it back?"

Bai Zhuzhu bit her lip in a show of distress, "Sister Zhiwei."

She looked at Zhou Lin again, but he remained apathetic.

Feeling frustrated, she leaned back in her chair, "Then I wash my hands of it."

Cheng Zhiwei internally scorned, when had she ever needed Bai Zhuzhu to intervene?

Picking up a glass, she drank it down without hesitation.

Forty-degree baijiu slid down her throat, brining a sharp and spicy burn, Cheng Zhiwei covered her mouth as she coughed violently, forcefully swallowing the discomfort.

Then the second cup, the third cup...

A table full of men cheered them on, not treating Cheng Zhiwei as a person.

After finishing the last drink, Cheng Zhiwei’s vision was blurry, and her slender fingers clung to the edge of the table, with her knuckles white from the effort, to prevent herself from collapsing in a disgraceful heap.

Her fair cheeks were flushed with the rosy tint of alcohol, radiant and dazzling like the morning sun, causing the men at the table to be unable to look away.

Cheng Zhiwei maintained her last bit of sobriety, "Producer Wu, I’ve finished drinking, you have to keep your word."

Admiration and determination shone in Wu Chengshuang’s eyes as he smiled, "Of course."

Cheng Zhiwei slowly straightened her body, her gaze cold but with a hint of drunken haziness, "Good, I’ll wait for your call."

She said this and turned to leave because she knew very well that she couldn’t stay here any longer.

Something bad would happen.

But after all that liquor consumed in one go, her body staggered as soon as she moved.

Wu Chengshuang stood up and conveniently wrapped his arm around her waist, his middle-aged, greasy face leaning in, "Miss Cheng is drunk; I’ll take you home."

Cheng Zhiwei meant to push him away, but for some reason, when her glance fell on Zhou Lin, who sat emotionlessly like a statue, anger surged within her, and the hand she pushed out grabbed onto Wu Chengshuang’s clothing instead.

She whispered seductively into his ear, her voice hoarse and soft, "Then I’ll trouble you, Producer Wu."

Wu Chengshuang’s eyes glistened, cheerfully saying to everyone at the table, "Keep eating, everyone, it’s on me."

"Congratulations to Producer Wu, winning a beauty’s favor."

"A single night in spring is worth a thousand gold; Producer Wu, don’t let Miss Cheng’s kindness go to waste."

Wu Chengshuang left happily with Cheng Zhiwei in tow.

Bai Zhuzhu was extremely pleased yet her expression was one of concern, "Sister Zhiwei... Brother Lin..."

Before she could finish, a harsh "rip" sound rang out.

Zhou Lin stood up, his expression furious as he kicked away his chair with force.

The raucous cheering came to an abrupt halt.

Some looked towards Zhou Lin in confusion, "Young President Zhou?"

Zhou Lin left with a dark expression and brisk strides.

Bai Zhuzhu wanted to follow but was stopped by a cup of drink, "We haven’t congratulated Miss Bai on securing the ots spot yet."

Bai Zhuzhu could only force a smile as she accepted the drink.

Meanwhile, Cheng Zhiwei was being taken to the parking lot by Wu Chengshuang. She wasn’t too worried, as she had already planned with Xu Tian, and someone would soon come to her rescue.

She wasn’t afraid.

Wu Chengshuang was about to shove Cheng Zhiwei into the car when suddenly, he was kicked to the ground.

Cheng Zhiwei leaned lazily against the car, her lips curling sarcastically.

Because the person who arrived was Zhou Lin.

"Fuck, who dares to kick me... Young President Zhou?" Wu Chengshuang, holding his waist and slightly bewildered, wondered why Zhou Lin had followed. But being a crafty one, his eyes swept over Cheng Zhiwei who had her arms folded and he guessed the reason behind Zhou Lin’s kick.

He quickly got up, ingratiatingly saying, "If Young President Zhou fancies Miss Cheng, I’m naturally willing to step aside. Why don’t I arrange for you to stay here?"

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