The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 272: I Don’t Want Your Dad, nor Should You Take My Mom

Chapter 272: Chapter 272: I Don’t Want Your Dad, nor Should You Take My Mom

Cheng Yang had never liked Zhou Ruoki, and today at the Zhou Family’s place, Zhou Ruoki had fallen on her own but made him and Cheng Xing take the blame; moreover, Cheng Xing was bullied by his mom.

So Cheng Yang disliked Zhou Ruoki even more.

His most adored mother hugging the person he hated most was something he couldn’t accept.

Zhou Ruoki was scared awake from her sleep, tears streaming down.

Cheng Yang cried out loud in anger, "She’s my mom, my mom!"

With one arm holding Zhou Ruoki and the other around Cheng Yang, Cheng Zhiwei kissed him fiercely on the forehead, "Yangyang’s awake now, huh? Grandma is making mini cakes, do you want some?"

Cheng Yang was not about to be distracted.

He climbed onto the sofa, straining with all his might to squeeze into Cheng Zhiwei’s arms, determined to push Zhou Ruoki off her.

Finally, he successfully clung to Cheng Zhiwei’s neck and made faces at Zhou Ruoki, who could only sit on the sofa after being squeezed off.

Zhou Ruoki was on the verge of tears, looking pitiful.

Cheng Zhiwei, feeling helpless, patted Cheng Yang’s hair and explained patiently, "Ruoki just fell asleep, and Mom was afraid she’d catch a cold so I held her. Is Yangyang jealous?"

"Don’t steal my mom," Cheng Yang said sternly, shouting at Zhou Ruoki.

Zhou Ruoki had taken away He Yuming’s dad, and Cheng Yang felt a sense of crisis.

He needed to protect his mom.

Cheng Zhiwei smiled, "Yangyang, be good. The grandfather of the family we visited earlier fell sick, and Ruoki’s dad went to the hospital. That’s why we let Ruoki stay with us, not to take away Mom. Don’t worry."

"You are Mom’s most beloved treasure, and Mom will always be by your side."

Cheng Yang immediately cheered up and smacked Cheng Zhiwei with a face full of slobbery kisses.

Cheng Zhiwei put him down, "Grandma is making mini cakes, go and try them, they are delicious."

Cheng Yang’s eyes lit up, and he dashed to the kitchen, "Grandma, mini cakes, mini cakes!"

Cheng Zhiwei took Zhou Ruoki’s hand, saying softly, "Ruoki, do you want to eat some mini cakes?"

Zhou Ruoki shook her head.

He was actually a bit hungry, but he had been taught not to eat casually at others’ houses, so he had to endure it even though he was hungry.

Cheng Zhiwei didn’t expose his lie but stood up and went to the kitchen.

Zhou Ruoki sat alone on the sofa, sniffing quietly. He secretly glanced at Cheng Zhiwei in the kitchen.

In that short sleep, he experienced a tenderness he’d never felt before.

He suddenly envied Cheng Yang for having such a gentle mother.

His own mother was never tender to him like that and would even occasionally reveal a look of disgust.

When they were alone, she would only tirelessly remind him to be a good, obedient child to make his dad and grandparents happy.

As for his happiness, nobody cared.

"Ruoki, the mini cakes are really good," a gentle voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Zhou Ruoki looked up dazedly, meeting the tender gaze and the soft, sweet mini cakes by his lips.

Zhou Ruoki instinctively took one and ate it in small bites.

It was really sweet.

Cheng Yang had quickly devoured two pieces and grabbed another, nibbling on it. Upon seeing Zhou Ruoki, he instantly glared discontentedly, "Hey, Zhou Ruoki, I don’t want your dad, and you can’t steal my mom."

He was a man, and he spoke his mind straight out.

Zhou Ruoki looked at the mini cake in his hand, then turned to look at Cheng Zhiwei and softly said, "Auntie, Cheng Yang squeezed the mini cake."

Cheng Yang roared angrily, "Zhou Ruoki."

He had actually snitched.

Because of wasting food, Cheng Yang received a few slaps, and the mini cake, which had gotten squished in his hand, was also forcibly fed to him.

Cheng Yang disliked Zhou Ruoki even more now.

Nothing looked right to her.

At that moment, Cheng Xing woke up and burrowed into Cheng Zhiwei’s arms, rubbing her eyes.

"Mommy."

"Xingxing is awake, do you want to eat some sponge cake?" Cheng Zhiwei was unusually patient with her younger daughter, feeling a heavy burden of responsibility for Xingxing’s frailty today.

If she had eaten more and taken more nutrients during her pregnancy, maybe Xingxing’s health would have been better.

Cheng Xing weakly shook her head.

Cheng Zhiwei touched Cheng Xing’s head and felt she might be running a fever.

She asked Guo Cuihua to help get a thermometer.

Cheng Yang was still angry, "It’s all because Zhou Ruoki bullied Xingxing, that’s why she’s sick."

Zhou Ruoki stood there helplessly, stammering, "I’m sorry."

"I don’t like you," Cheng Yang crisply told Zhou Ruoki, "and you’re not allowed in my house anymore."

"Yangyang, don’t talk like that, you’re scaring your sister," Cheng Zhiwei pulled Cheng Yang back.

Saying these things might have been too cruel for Zhou Ruoki, but she couldn’t blame Cheng Yang, who was just trying to protect Cheng Xing.

But Zhou Ruoki had already apologized, and the fault lay with Seo Zhenzhen, Zhou Ruoki looked pitiful standing there stiffly.

She could only divert Cheng Yang’s attention.

Indeed, Cheng Yang calmed down and sat closely next to Cheng Zhiwei, asking worriedly, "Mom, Xingxing will be okay, won’t she?"

"Yes, she will be okay."

When the temperature was measured, it was close to 38 degrees; Cheng Xing indeed had a fever.

Cheng Zhiwei touched Cheng Xing’s hands and feet, which were not warm.

Her heart sank, fearing the fever might become severe.

Just as she was about to suggest taking Cheng Xing to the hospital herself, Zhou Lin came home.

Zhou Ruoki, feeling wronged, rushed into his arms, "Dad."

Zhou Lin touched her hair, and on seeing Cheng Xing curled up in Cheng Zhiwei’s arms, he immediately sensed trouble, "What’s wrong with Xingxing?"

"She’s got a fever." Cheng Zhiwei lifted the child into her arms.

Zhou Lin had already reached out to take her, and Cheng Xing, dozing off, had an abnormally pale soft little face.

"To the hospital," he said gravely.

"I can take her by myself." Cheng Zhiwei didn’t want Zhou Lin’s help; he could just take Zhou Ruoki back.

"This is not the time to argue about this," Zhou Lin frowned, his tone harsher, "I’m having Zhang Yuanheng arrange for doctors to be ready immediately."

Cheng Zhiwei, not wanting to waste time, could only follow along.

Zhou Ruoki’s eyes were red, "Dad."

He knew if he didn’t speak up, he’d be forgotten here by Zhou Lin.

It wasn’t about fighting for anything; he just wanted to be with his dad.

Cheng Zhiwei thought for a moment and decided to take Cheng Yang along to prevent him from getting upset at home.

At the hospital, Cheng Xing was burning up.

The doctor quickly administered a fever-reducing injection and performed some checks. Cheng Zhiwei held Cheng Xing on a sofa, with Cheng Yang and Zhou Ruoki sitting obediently opposite.

Zhou Lin was on the phone.

Zhang Yuanheng came in with the test results, saw the woman and the two children on the sofa, and let out a long sigh of frustration.

Because he had helped Cheng Zhiwei hide the twins’ birth three years ago, Zhou Lin had cut his hospital investment in half.

These past three years had been miserable for him.

Fortunately, Cheng Zhiwei had finally brought the children back.