The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 287: Zhiwei, Don’t Dislike Me, Don’t Like Someone Else

Chapter 287: Chapter 287: Zhiwei, Don’t Dislike Me, Don’t Like Someone Else

"Young Madam, I know you must feel wronged, but look at President Zhou like this, his wound is still bleeding. If something... if something really happens, what should we do?" Secretary Zhang practically wanted to kneel down to Cheng Zhiwei and beg for mercy.

"If he doesn’t want to live, why do you stop him?" Cheng Zhiwei sneered in extreme anger, and a chill seeped through her calm face, "And you’ve got the wrong person. You should be looking for Seo Zhenzhen, not me."

"Young Madam, Young Madam, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda." Secretary Zhang blocked Cheng Zhiwei’s way.

He was very clear that Cheng Zhiwei couldn’t leave at this moment; he couldn’t persuade Zhou Lin.

"Move." Cheng Zhiwei, lifting her bright eyes, walked straight ahead.

She was sure Secretary Zhang wouldn’t dare to truly block her.

However, unexpectedly, Zhou Lin, who had fallen to the ground, somehow managed to get up and then grabbed her wrist with a pale face, staggering.

"Zhiwei, I’m sorry, I’m sorry."

He kept apologizing incessantly, but it failed to move Cheng Zhiwei’s heart.

Cheng Zhiwei felt nothing but disgust, yet Zhou Lin was drunk, and the blood on his hands was sticky and terrifying.

She couldn’t stand it any longer and yanked hard downwards.

Zhou Lin staggered, then suddenly collapsed onto her, his head drooping.

He had fainted.

Caught off guard, Cheng Zhiwei was forced to bear his weight and almost passed out. If it weren’t for Secretary Zhang and Zhang Yuanheng’s quick reaction, holding Zhou Lin from left to right, she would have been knocked to the ground by him.

Even so, he still didn’t let go.

His large palm clung to Cheng Zhiwei’s wrist like a vice.

Cheng Zhiwei’s wrist was chafed red, and she couldn’t break free.

"Don’t struggle anymore. It’s only you who will get hurt in the end. Just leave it like this and go to the hospital." Zhang Yuanheng couldn’t bear to watch anymore, telling Cheng Zhiwei not to hurt herself.

Cheng Zhiwei had no choice but to go to the hospital passively.

Zhou Lin had lost a lot of blood and even entered the operating room. Cheng Zhiwei had no choice but to "accompany" him the whole time.

Once in the ward, Zhang Yuanheng considerately asked if Cheng Zhiwei needed another bed brought in next to Zhou Lin’s for rest, but she refused.

What a joke. Two beds together—what’s the difference from one bed?

It’s no different from sharing a bed.

She sat on a chair all night and only when she couldn’t stay awake anymore did she lean on the edge of the bed and fall asleep.

When she woke up, it was already bright daylight.

She sat up and found herself lying on the bed, while Zhou Lin was sitting in the chair she had occupied yesterday, getting an IV.

Zhou Lin’s face was paler than yesterday, yet he curved his brows and eyes with a low, soft voice, "You’re awake."

Cheng Zhiwei had calmed down by now, got out of bed to straighten her clothes, and stepped out to leave.

She couldn’t be bothered to talk to him.

Zhou Lin stood up, and the needle on the back of his hand bent due to his movement, causing his hand to instantly swell up.

"Zhiwei." Zhou Lin simply tore off the needle and stared silently with lowered eyes at her expressionless face, "About yesterday..."

"Yesterday, you saved me, and I thank you for it." Cheng Zhiwei had not much to say, "I will pay for the medical bills. What else do you need as compensation?"

A polite yet cold demeanor.

A wound unseen.

Zhou Lin’s heart overflowed with bitterness in an instant. All he could feel from her was endless indifference and a wish to avoid him at all costs. He couldn’t help but masochistically ask, "Your visit yesterday... was it just because..."

"It was only because you saved me. Secretary Zhang said you refused to see a doctor and asked me to persuade you," Cheng Zhiwei blocked his affectionate words.

In other words, if it weren’t for him saving her, taking a knife for her, she wouldn’t have gone to see him at all.

That was all.

He had foreseen such an answer, yet he still felt a heartache beyond compare because she had voiced it.

"Zhou Lin, the things you did to me won’t change just because I’ve been hypnotized and lost those memories," Cheng Zhiwei said even more ruthlessly, "You may be able to deceive yourself, but I can’t. I will never forgive you."

"I haven’t cursed you, and that’s because you are the father of my child. I don’t want our grudges to affect their growth, not because I will forgive you. If you can understand that, then please don’t ever show up in front of me again," she said.

"Just like yesterday, even if Huang Ye had killed me, I wouldn’t have wanted you to be the one to save me."

Because she didn’t want to have any relationship with him anymore.

Exes should be like the dead to each other.

And so it was between her and him.

Zhou Lin’s vision turned dark. He braced himself, his palm lifting as if wanting to touch Cheng Zhiwei’s face. But due to her indifferent gaze, which she did not avert, he subconsciously retracted his hand.

"Zhiwei, do you really hate me that much?" he couldn’t resist asking, "You used to like me so much."

His voice trembled, a sign of excruciating pain.

He had lost the person who used to treat him with all her heart.

Cheng Zhiwei looked at his expression, unswayed, only sarcastic. "Yes, I used to like you very much. But your heart was made of stone, a stone I couldn’t warm."

"No, you have already warmed it," Zhou Lin insisted as he grabbed her hand and pressed it to his own chest. "Look, it’s beating so fast, all because of you."

Cheng Zhiwei pulled her hand back without hesitation. Her gaze at Zhou Lin was not only mocking but also pitying, "There’s no point, Zhou Lin. The moment you threatened me time and again with my friends and family, I stopped liking you."

More so, he had even resorted to despicable means to erase her memory.

Such selfishness.

"Zhiwei, don’t stop liking me," Zhou Lin pleaded with teary eyes. "Don’t like someone else."

For the rest of his life, he was willing to give his all to make up for her.

Cheng Zhiwei stepped back, simply shaking her head. "Huang Ye is at the police station. If you have time, go see him; he will give you the answer to the incident at the hotel six years ago."

After saying this, she turned and walked away.

The sound of something heavy falling to the ground came from behind her, but she didn’t look back.

She walked forward determinedly and courageously.

Actually, there was no need for Zhou Lin to personally go to the police station, as soon as Cheng Zhiwei had left, He Ye arrived.

He brought a recording, Huang Ye’s account of what happened six years ago.

The incident at the hotel six years ago marked the beginning of the misalignment of feelings between Zhou Lin and Cheng Zhiwei. Without that incident, they might not have married, but they would certainly not have parted ways as they had now.

And all of it had started from nothing more than Seo Zhenzhen’s jealousy.

Leaving the recording pen on the table beside the hospital bed, He Ye spoke in a calm voice, yet with an unusual force, "Zhou Lin, because of your extremism, you’ve already destroyed the best in her. Do you still intend to entangle yourself with her in the future, letting her live in terror all her life?"

His light questioning painfully pricked Zhou Lin’s heart, word by word.

"When she loved you, you didn’t cherish her. So when she leaves, you should gracefully let go."