The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 233 If You’re Willing to Divorce, I’ll Keep the Child

Chapter 233: Chapter 233 If You’re Willing to Divorce, I’ll Keep the Child

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point, Zhou Lin’s face turned extremely pale, and in his irritation, he tried to take a few steps but almost fell over due to the injury on his left leg. Overwhelmed with anger, he kicked a nearby stool and sent it flying.

Zhang Yuanheng quickly had the female doctor fetch the test results, sending her away.

Cheng Zhiwei showed not the slightest intention of yielding.

Zhou Lin’s throat rolled, and his whole being radiated profound displeasure.

Zhang Yuanheng cautiously said, "We need to wait for the test results, let’s all calm down... Besides, a pregnant woman needs to maintain a good mood, really..."

His last sentence was meant for Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin’s face was dark, and he said no more.

The results came out quickly, and without any surprise, Cheng Zhiwei was confirmed to be pregnant.

Without a trace of joy, she sat motionless for a while, clenched her fingers, attempted to stand up, but almost fell over as her body swayed.

The next second, she was already in Zhou Lin’s arms.

Zhou Lin personally took Cheng Zhiwei back, arranged for several servants from the Zhou Family to come over, and issued a stern command that if anything at all happened to Cheng Zhiwei and the child, they would all be punished.

All the servants in the villa were thus on tenterhooks, keeping a vigilant eye on Cheng Zhiwei.

Everything she ate and did would be detailed in reports to Zhou Lin.

Aside from her less-than-good mood, everything was well.

When Lin Yu heard the news, she wanted to visit Cheng Zhiwei but was refused; Zhiwei didn’t want to see anyone at the moment.

Zhou Lin, except for necessary meetings and social engagements, spent most of his time at home, day after day, accompanying Cheng Zhiwei.

In half a month’s time, he had lost a noticeable amount of weight.

"What do you think of the wedding dress designs?" Zhou Lin embraced Cheng Zhiwei, asking tenderly in a low voice by her ear, "If there’s one you like, I’ll have it made right away."

On the computer screen in front of them were four different styles of wedding dress photos, all beautiful.

"By March, the weather will have warmed up, which will be perfect for holding a wedding." Zhou Lin kissed her forehead, "By then, we’ll bring my parents and sister over to witness our happiness."

Mentioning his parents and sister was the only thing that softened Cheng Zhiwei’s indifferent expression; she had planned to go back to her hometown after getting a divorce, but with this pregnancy, Zhou Lin was even less likely to agree to a divorce.

Looking at those beautiful wedding dresses, Cheng Zhiwei’s expression dropped by three degrees, and in a rarely soft voice, her palm resting on her lower abdomen, she asked, "Do you really like this child?"

Zhou Lin was startled, seeing her gentle expression, thinking she had finally come around, and immediately became happy. He took her hand, "Yes, Zhiwei, that’s our child. Can we keep him?"

He, of course, was extremely fond of the child.

"Fine, if you’re willing to get a divorce, I’ll keep the child."

The air suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Zhou Lin’s dark gaze bore into Cheng Zhiwei, while her own eyes lingered on the beautiful wedding dresses, her face a serene kind of cruelty.

He loosened his grip on her inch by inch, then stepped back two paces, because rage was scorching his reason and he feared he might hurt her if he couldn’t restrain himself.

"Cheng Zhiwei," he called her by her full name, his voice as cold as ice, "Do you want to make him grow up in a single-parent family before he’s even born?"

Cheng Zhiwei supported herself with one hand on the table, "So, it’s also possible not to keep it."

As his words fell, Zhou Lin still couldn’t control his temper, reaching out to grab her chin with a harsh and icy expression, "How could you say something so cruel?"

He had long been ready to spend his life with her, gradually treating her with the respect due to a wife, yet she actually wanted to abort the child.

Cheng Zhiwei stood still, her expression indifferent. Only where Zhou Lin couldn’t see, her fingernails dug into her palm, pressing down hard, "Why not, Zhou Lin? My amnesia is related to you, isn’t it?"

Zhou Lin was full of aggressive energy, "What are you trying to say?"

"I may not remember, but I’m not a fool. I know that I don’t like you."

"You don’t like me?" Zhou Lin stared directly into Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes, his body torn by immense pain and panic.

She clearly liked him so much. How could she not like him?

His aggression faded away, and he pulled Cheng Zhiwei into his embrace, holding her tightly, "Don’t say things like that, Zhiwei. We can be happy together."

Cheng Zhiwei closed her eyes, letting him hold her, and spoke indifferently, "The child is in my womb. Even if you have someone watch me twenty-four hours a day, I can still find a way to abort this child."

Such cruel words, yet she spoke them so lightly.

Utterly cold.

Zhou Lin’s palm tightened, as if he wanted to merge her into his own embrace, "Zhiwei, what else do I need to do for you to stay?"

Cheng Zhiwei smoothed over her inner pain inch by inch, laughing scornfully, "Don’t you find it extremely ridiculous to say these words now? Zhou Lin, when you knocked me nearly off the ship for Seo Zhenzhen, I knew then that our marriage was not a happy one. Even if I can’t remember, I need to correct this mistake."

Feelings etched into one’s bones don’t change with amnesia.

Dislike is dislike.

"I’m sorry." Zhou Lin felt chilled to the bone. He heard not just indifference in Cheng Zhiwei’s tone, but also hatred.

Of course, if she didn’t hate him, she wouldn’t be talking about not wanting the child.

But all he had were those powerless three words—I’m sorry.

Cheng Zhiwei pushed Zhou Lin away and turned to walk outside, her voice utterly bleak, "I want your answer tomorrow morning.

Cheng Zhiwei returned to the bedroom, closed the door, and the tears that had been brimming in her eyes finally fell down. Her hand gently touched her abdomen, and she bent over, mouthing "I’m sorry" again and again without making a sound.

Using the child as a bargaining chip for divorce, what an incompetent mother she was.

But to break free from Zhou Lin, this was the only thing she could do.

That night, Zhou Lin didn’t return to the bedroom. Cheng Zhiwei lay in bed tossing and turning, sleepless all night.

The next morning, around six o’clock, Aunt Wang opened the door and immediately smelled a strong scent of cigarette smoke. She glanced into the living room and saw Zhou Lin sitting on the couch, visibly haggard, with cigarette butts piled up like a small mountain in the ashtray on the coffee table.

He had sat here all night, smoking all through the night.

"Young Master," Aunt Wang called out softly. "The Young Madam is pregnant now. You should smoke less; it’s not good for her."

Zhou Lin extinguished the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray and stood up to open the window, the cold wind striking his face with bone-chilling coldness.

Aunt Wang had worked for the Zhou family for many years and had watched Zhou Lin grow up. Seeing his utter dejection, she stepped forward and asked, "What’s the matter?"

Zhou Lin looked up into the distance, his brows knit tightly as if he was grappling with an insoluble knot, his complexion pallid, "Aunt Wang, tell me, is it I who have done wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Aunt Wang knew right away that he had argued with Cheng Zhiwei and quietly persuaded him, "The Young Madam is pregnant now, and it’s normal for her emotions to be erratic. Please be more patient and try not to get angry."