The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 237: I Drink a Bowl, He Drinks a Bowl, No More

Chapter 237: Chapter 237: I Drink a Bowl, He Drinks a Bowl, No More

Cheng Can couldn’t sit still any longer, his corpulent body bouncing up from the sofa as he pointed at Cheng Shang’s nose and scolded, "Look at what a fine daughter you’ve raised, talking back to her elders, what a piece of work. And here I was, kindly suggesting Lin Jun, such a great kid, for Zhiyin."

"A forty-year-old kid?" Cheng Zhiwei curled her lips and let out an unapologetic laugh, "If he’s so great, how come he can’t find a wife?"

Cheng Can was furious with embarrassment, but Cheng Zhiwei was firm, and he could only vent his anger on the gentle Cheng Zhiyin, "Don’t think I don’t know, you’re just a hen that doesn’t lay eggs, what man would want you..."

"Get out." Cheng Shang, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up harshly, pointing at the door and directing Cheng Can to leave.

He was a professor, moreover, a history professor, when he got really angry he could only kick people out.

Cheng Can was even more furious, "I’m your sister."

She didn’t leave and wanted to keep causing a scene.

Just then, the front door suddenly opened, and two men in black suits entered. They held Cheng Can by the arms, one on each side, and dragged her out.

Aside from Cheng Zhiwei, the other three members of the Cheng Family were all stunned.

Cheng Can’s voice screeched from the still-ajar front door, "Cheng Shang, you heartless thing, how dare you treat me like this..."

The rest of her voice faded away, likely dragged into the elevator.

Cheng Shang’s face was a pale mix of green and white as he pointed at Cheng Zhiwei’s nose and exclaimed, "You...how could you humiliate your aunt like that?"

The two suddenly appearing men were clearly bodyguards, and in this family, only Cheng Zhiwei, who had just returned home, had them; they were her people.

Cheng Shang was deeply angered. No matter how unruly and troublesome Cheng Can was, she was his sister. For her to be dragged out like that, it was nothing short of a humiliation.

Cheng Zhiwei frowned, "So, you mean to say, you want my sister to marry that forty-year-old man?"

"Of course not, but you can’t do something like this either, she’s an elder." Cheng Shang sat down on the sofa with a thump, so angry that his head hurt.

"She doesn’t act like an elder..."

"Zhiwei, stop it," Guo Cuihua gave Cheng Zhiwei a look, interrupting her, "It’s not easy coming back, don’t get angry over these things."

Cheng Zhiyin took hold of Cheng Zhiwei’s arm, whispering, "Let’s go back to our room."

Wang Mei followed them into the room and apologized, "I’m sorry, Young Madam, I acted on my own initiative."

The two men were summoned by her; seeing that Cheng Can was very aggressive and that Cheng Zhiwei was getting angry, she thought it would be better to remove her, so as not to affect Cheng Zhiwei’s mood.

"It’s okay." Cheng Zhiwei understood her.

Wang Mei then left to help Guo Cuihua in the kitchen.

In the room, Cheng Zhiyin urged Cheng Zhiwei not to clash with Cheng Shang, "Dad won’t let aunt get away with this."

Cheng Zhiwei and Cheng Shang had long been at odds, water and fire, and she knew Cheng Shang’s character well: he was all about saving face. Considering the kindness Cheng Can showed him by paying for his education, he might actually go through with such things.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made her endure so much because of her and Zhou Lin...

Zhou Lin’s matter?

Endurance?

Cheng Zhiwei froze, not knowing why such a phrase suddenly appeared in her mind, yet it seemed so fitting...but the more she tried to think, the more uncomfortable her head became.

"Zhiwei, what’s wrong?" Cheng Zhiyin noticed her sister’s sudden pallor and immediately asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Cheng Zhiwei shook her head, casting out the jumble of emotions, "It’s nothing, just that relying on him is less dependable than relying on yourself."

It was clear she was talking about Cheng Shang being unreliable.

Cheng Zhiyin couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "How can you say such things about Dad."

"You also know that when Dad was able to study, Aunt and Second Aunt made a lot of efforts. He prides himself on being a gentleman, believing in repaying the smallest kindness with the most abundant gratitude. If Aunt pressed too hard, he might actually sell you off just to repay the favor."

Cheng Zhiwei did know about these matters. After all, every time they returned to their hometown when they were children, if there was any conflict with the kids from Aunt and Second Aunt’s families, Cheng Shang would always ask the sisters to give in to them.

Back then, what Cheng Shang mentioned the most was that his education was all thanks to Aunt and Second Aunt’s support, and that their family should be good to Aunt and Second Aunt because people must not forget their roots.

Thinking of these things, Cheng Zhiyin also fell silent, speaking only after a long while, "It wouldn’t go that far, would it?"

Over the years, Cheng Shang had also helped the Cheng Family a lot. When Cheng Can’s eldest son, Cheng Zhiwu, got married and needed a house, Cheng Shang contributed 200,000 for the dowry, and he did the same for the children from Second Aunt’s family when they got married.

And with other small matters, Cheng Shang was almost always ready to help.

With so much given over the years, it wasn’t necessary to "sell" a daughter just to repay a favor, was it?

Cheng Zhiwei hugged Cheng Zhiyin’s arm, leaning affectionately on her shoulder, "Don’t worry. If he has such thoughts, I will definitely oppose it to the end."

After all, in Cheng Shang’s eyes, she was a rebellious and unfilial daughter.

"So, who is this Lin Jun?" Cheng Zhiwei asked again. Actually, if the person was decent, then Cheng Zhiyin could consider meeting him.

However, knowing Cheng Can’s personality, Cheng Zhiwei didn’t believe she would introduce someone good to Cheng Zhiyin.

Cheng Zhiyin gave a bitter smile, "He is my aunt’s husband’s brother, who owns a chicken farm."

"My aunt’s husband’s brother?" Cheng Zhiwei’s values were shaken, "Is she planning to turn you into her sister-in-law or what?"

This social status, this family relation, was just too explosive.

Cheng Zhiyin was helpless too. When Cheng Can had first arrived, she had praised her brother as if he were without compare in heaven and earth, noting the lukewarm reaction from their family, she had become obstinate.

"She probably thinks that since I’m divorced and don’t have a good reputation, I’m more than a good match for her brother in the Lin family."

"So what if you’re divorced, it’s not like you’re a criminal." Cheng Zhiwei became angry, "She just wants to marry you off to some old bachelor. Look, you said that Lin Jun owns a chicken farm, he must have some means. And if you marry him and don’t have children, later on, the property and all would still end up with her..."

At that point, Cheng Zhiwei bit her tongue, her expression contemplative.

She hadn’t hit the nail on the head, had she?

Cheng Zhiyin also had a sudden realization, "Maybe that’s really it. What man doesn’t want children? She finds Lin Jun a wife who can’t have children, then nobody would inherit Lin Jun’s wealth, and it would all be theirs."

The sisters looked at each other, both thinking, could this really be true?

If so, then Cheng Can was really manipulative.

"That’s their business. In any case, I will not let you marry a forty-year-old man," Cheng Zhiwei snorted coldly.

Cheng Zhiyin nodded, "Mm."

After all, she couldn’t have children and didn’t want to marry and be looked down upon.

After a while, Wang Mei knocked on the door and called out to Cheng Zhiwei, "Young Madam, the soup is ready. Would you like some?"

Feeling a bit hungry, Cheng Zhiwei, holding Cheng Zhiyin’s hand, went to the kitchen, where Guo Cuihua served them each a bowl.

Cheng Zhiyin took a sip and said, "It’s really good."

After drinking two bowls, Cheng Zhiwei heard Cheng Zhiyin’s surprised remark, "Zhiwei, aren’t you afraid of getting fat?"

The soup was delicious, but drinking two bowls was a bit challenging.

Cheng Zhiwei touched her stomach, saying unhurriedly, "I drank one bowl, he drank one bowl. It’s not too much."