The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 252: Perhaps Being Scum, They Feel for Each Other

Chapter 252: Chapter 252: Perhaps Being Scum, They Feel for Each Other

Cheng Zhiwei sat beside Zhou Lin, enjoying his attentive care. Zhou Lin mingled in conversation while also taking care to serve Cheng Zhiwei, whenever she showed a liking for a dish, he would invariably give her a few more bites, and when she was nearly done eating, he would even serve her soup.

Cheng Zhiwei quietly ate and, after a while, stood up and said, "Ah Lin, wait here for me, I’m going to the restroom."

"I’ll accompany you," Zhou Lin said as he stood up.

"No need, I can go by myself," Cheng Zhiwei smiled softly and spoke in a low voice, "You know how it is with pregnant women, always needing to use the bathroom. I’ll be back quickly."

Zhou Lin gestured to summon the He family’s servant, softly saying, "Be safe."

"Okay," Cheng Zhiwei answered and left, holding her belly.

When Cheng Zhiwei came out, the servant was nowhere to be seen. She thought about it but did not return to Zhou Lin; instead, she went to the window.

"Young Madam," Zhang Yuanheng’s voice sounded, quite low, "Why didn’t you go for your prenatal checkup last month? That’s very irresponsible."

He frowned and urged Cheng Zhiwei.

Because he had promised Cheng Zhiwei to keep from Zhou Lin the secret that she was carrying twins, he also did not dare to search conspicuously for Cheng Zhiwei to take her for a prenatal checkup. Now that he had finally run into Cheng Zhiwei, he immediately started to persuade her.

"Prenatal checkups are essential; they’re a responsibility to your child and to yourself."

"I am aware," Cheng Zhiwei appreciated his concern but said she couldn’t go to avoid Zhou Lin finding out.

"The children are innocent; not going for checkups is being irresponsible to them," Zhang Yuanheng was a bit angry, feeling that Cheng Zhiwei and Zhou Lin were selfish, how could they not care about the health of the baby in her womb.

"Okay, then tell me, what’s the purpose of a prenatal checkup?" Cheng Zhiwei asked.

"Of course, it’s to ensure the health of the baby," he replied.

"My child and I are both very healthy."

"I’ve already said I’d help you conceal it; you don’t need to worry," Zhang Yuanheng’s tone softened a lot, "You must go for the checkup."

"I’m not going."

Zhang Yuanheng: "..."

"I know you mean well," Cheng Zhiwei spoke softly and weakly, "but I’m afraid of Zhou Lin finding out, I’m no match for him."

Zhang Yuanheng was left speechless, his expression sour.

Cheng Zhiwei returned to Zhou Lin’s side. As soon as she sat down, her hand was immediately taken. Zhou Lin asked her, "What did Zhang Yuanheng say?"

Cheng Zhiwei cast her eyes down, hiding the slight helplessness in her heart, and said offhandedly, "He was just asking if I still felt any morning sickness."

"Hmm," Zhou Lin responded.

Someone flattered, "President Zhou and his wife really have a great relationship, truly a match of talents and beauty."

"I toast to President Zhou; may you be together until your hair turns white."

Zhou Lin, pleased, accepted all the toasts.

Eventually, Cheng Zhiwei couldn’t stand it any longer and asked him to drink less, causing Zhou Lin to finally restrain himself a bit, the upturned corners of his mouth showing anyone how good his mood was.

"Ah Lin," He Lanzhi and Xu Tian came over with their wine glasses, both were exceedingly beautiful, and had they not scrutinized their characters, they’d appear to be quite an eye-pleasing pair.

The brothers who had grown up almost as close as wearing the same pair of pants, Zhou Lin "hmm"-ed, picked up his glass, glanced at Xu Tian, then turned to He Lanzhi, "Now that you’re married, you should settle down."

He Lanzhi’s face showed an abnormal blush, likely from drinking too much, and he spoke in a complicated tone, almost whispering, "You... you have to take good care of Zhenzhen in the future..."

His eyes reddened, and his expression bore the weight of deep emotion.

Today was his wedding, but his heart was on another woman.

Cheng Zhiwei looked up at Xu Tian, but could see no sadness on her face, only a faint hint of sarcasm.

She felt a pang of distress. What good family’s daughter would willingly marry a profligate like He Lanzhi? Xu Tian had no choice.

"Lanzhi, you’re drunk," Zhou Lin warned in a deep voice, "Go back and rest."

He Lanzhi truly was drunk, or else he would not have ruined his own wedding in front of so many people. Clutching Zhou Lin’s arm, he cried pitifully, "Ah Lin, we’ve both been ruined by these scheming women in this life, both betrayed Zhenzhen; we have let her down."

Cheng Zhiwei had already stood up, now standing beside Xu Tian, her previously tender expression now extremely cold.

"He Lanzhi, that’s enough," Zhou Lin emphasized, not wanting to make a scene at He Lanzhi’s wedding.

"Ah Lin, take good care of her from now on, treat her well," Lanzhi said.

Xu Tian, with her arms crossed, said with a smirk that was not quite a smile: "He Lanzhi, it’s one thing for you to embarrass yourself, but do you have to drag me down with you?"

"Or should I call Miss Seo here to set the stage for a good heart-to-heart," Cheng Zhiwei suggested, holding Xu Tian’s arm, and indeed, she instructed a servant to call Seo Zhenzhen.

But Seo Zhenzhen wasn’t summoned.

No, to be more precise, she did come with the servant, but before she got here, Mother He had intercepted her with two bodyguards. Mother He slapped Seo Zhenzhen across the face and ordered the bodyguards to throw her out.

The scene was chaotic and spectacular for a moment.

Seo Zhenzhen’s screams nearly shattered the tranquility of the entire villa.

Cheng Zhiwei curiously asked, "Why bother inviting her?"

Even though it was just a marriage alliance, it was still a wedding; having it ruined by Seo Zhenzhen like this was too much.

Xu Tian tilted her head back and finished the wine in her glass, a cold smirk rising on her lips, "She came on her own, wanting me to watch He Lanzhi be affectionate toward her, how fitting, it also let his parents witness his depth of feeling."

Otherwise, how could they be utterly disappointed in He Lanzhi.

At that moment, He Lanzhi threw down his wine glass and attempted to chase after Seo Zhenzhen, but was pulled back by Zhou Lin, who scolded with a stern face, "The young master is drunk; take him back to his room."

He Lanzhi sobbed with snot and tears, "I want to take Zhenzhen home."

"I’ll take her," Zhou Lin soothed, "You go back to your room."

The servants quickly grabbed He Lanzhi by the arms, forcibly leading him away.

A joyous occasion had turned into a joke.

The faces of He Lanzhi’s parents were not looking good as they barely managed to see the guests off.

When Cheng Zhiwei and Zhou Lin left, there was no sign of Seo Zhenzhen outside; presumably, Zhou Lin had made arrangements.

Standing by the car, arms crossed, she said, "You and He Lanzhi truly are brothers. Clearly mad about Seo Zhenzhen to the point of distraction, yet willing to clean up each other’s messes, being good to the end. Aren’t you going to see how Zhenzhen is?"

Zhou Lin’s dark eyes unflinchingly stared at her face, his voice low and calm, "Are you angry?"

"Not angry," Cheng Zhiwei said with a placid yet mocking sneer.

"You mean for me to completely disregard her?" Zhou Lin bent down to pull her into his arms, softly coaxing, "I was just fulfilling a friend’s duty to help Lanzhi; I even sent Secretary Zhang to do it. You don’t need to be jealous."

Cheng Zhiwei felt nauseated, "Knowing she should have stayed away, she still went to the wedding. Isn’t that wrong?"

Zhou Lin’s expression suddenly became somber as if he couldn’t comprehend what Cheng Zhiwei had just said, "It was Lanzhi who got drunk and made a scene; what does it have to do with Seo Zhenzhen? Don’t be angry at her."

Perhaps men are naturally slow when it comes to discerning dregs, or maybe, as trash themselves, there’s a certain commiseration between their kind.