The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 33: Then work harder to get him to divorce me sooner.

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Then work harder to get him to divorce me sooner.

Online opinions are always fickle.

The next morning, Cheng Zhiwei found that netizens’ comments had changed because of a woman’s video. In the video, Wu Chengshuang lay on the ground, then someone drove off, and that person said they had taken Cheng Zhiwei back to her room, refuting the claims that Cheng Zhiwei spent the night messing around with Wu Chengshuang.

Afterward, the production team released Cheng Zhiwei’s audition recordings and videos, showcasing her clear and powerful voice. Wen Ya even posted on social media personally supporting Cheng Zhiwei.

Contrastingly, Wu Chengshuang was now accused of intentionally getting Cheng Zhiwei drunk in an attempt to take advantage of her.

Cheng Zhiwei not only proved her innocence but also gained a large following of fans. Netizens left messages urging her not to let the incident affect her and to live her life with determination.

Everything was perfectly resolved.

Cheng Zhiwei tossed her phone aside, took deep breaths to suppress her disgust. So what if the matter was resolved? Zhou Lin had once again protected Bai Zhuzhu.

She could almost picture it—if she were to confront Bai Zhuzhu directly next time, there was no doubt Zhou Lin would choose to side with Bai Zhuzhu.

Ridiculous.

He Ye’s studio was also in Yucheng. After Wu Chengshuang had been fired, He Ye took charge of all music-related matters, and this time’s recording was done in He Ye’s studio.

Lin Yu knew Cheng Zhiwei had returned and sent Wang Mei back to Sparkling Sky City to take care of her.

Yet Zhou Lin uncharacteristically came home on the day Cheng Zhiwei returned.

After quietly eating dinner, Zhou Lin pushed a box towards Cheng Zhiwei, his expression indifferent, "This is your compensation."

Cheng Zhiwei glanced at the box without reaching for it and merely tightened her grip on the spoon, her voice cold, "That’s not necessary."

She found it repulsive.

Zhou Lin set down his chopsticks, the impeccably clean shirt under the light filled with a chill, creating a distant atmosphere; his black hair, like himself, was cold and hard.

His gentleness was reserved for outsiders, while his coldness was always directed at his wife.

"I apologize for what she’s done," Zhou Lin said gravely. He had Secretary Zhang pick out a gift when he returned, but not because he felt guilty for helping Bai Zhuzhu. He simply hoped Cheng Zhiwei would take the gift and be more sensible, to not talk behind his back to his mother.

Cheng Zhiwei harbored no illusions that Zhou Lin would sincerely apologize to her. The gift was just his perfunctory way of dealing, hence she had no desire even to open it.

It seemed like since the day he said those words, their relationship had hit rock bottom.

"You apologize, but in what capacity? As a lover or a husband?" Cheng Zhiwei pushed back her chair and stood up, her eyes full of cold sarcasm.

An apology? It sounded more like a warning.

Zhou Lin’s eyes darkened. Ever since the day Bai Zhuzhu mistakenly used the master bedroom, Cheng Zhiwei had changed drastically—sharp and unreasonably difficult.

"Cheng Zhiwei, you have gotten what you want already, so what else do you desire?" Zhou Lin stood up impatiently, the coldness in-between his brows not easily concealed, mixed with a few strands of mockery, "You also know that an interlude position is better than the end credit song, aren’t you satisfied?"

Cheng Zhiwei braced herself on the dining table, her heart filled with a dense bitterness. Was that opportunity really what she wanted?

All she wanted was fairness, even if Zhou Lin didn’t love her; he should still treat her fairly. Why did he still lay all the blame on her?

Bai Zhuzhu’s provocations and set-ups, it was as if he was blind to them.

Her temples throbbed; her emotions suddenly surged, and she rushed upstairs. In the master bedroom’s drawer, she took out the divorce agreement and then stormed downstairs like a gust of wind, determined to have him sign it today no matter what.

She didn’t want to be his wife for another minute.

Yet, by the time she went downstairs, Zhou Lin’s figure had long disappeared from the dining table.

Tears fell without warning as Cheng Zhiwei squatted on the ground, crying out loud in a breakdown.

...

A week had passed, Zhou Lin had not returned, and after a thorough cry, Cheng Zhiwei’s emotions had somewhat eased.

She wanted to move out of there, she needed money, so she put in more effort to prepare for the recording.

Another week went by, and Cheng Zhiwei went to He Ye’s studio early in the morning.

And just then, Bai Zhuzhu also happened to arrive at the door, and the two met.

Dressed in a moon-white long dress, with her long hair reaching her waist, hanging naturally, Bai Zhuzhu walked over with a smile, "Sister Zhiwei, good morning. Does it make you uncomfortable to see me here?"

Cheng Zhiwei didn’t want to deal with her and walked away.

"What does it matter that you’re his wife?" Bai Zhuzhu’s taunting laugh followed, "Even knowing that it was me who instructed Wu Chengshuang to spread those rumors deliberately, he will help me clear them up without affecting me in the slightest. It’s just a pity, Sister Zhiwei, that you’ve been scolded for nothing."

Cheng Zhiwei turned around, expressionless, and with a look of contempt measured her from head to toe, "Come show off to me when you become the real Young Madam Zhou. After all, right now, you’re just a mistress who can’t see the light of day."

The word "mistress" clearly struck a nerve in Bai Zhuzhu, and she darkened her face. Since there was no one around, she said without any scruples, "As if your marriage was so honorable. If you hadn’t shamelessly slept with him, would he have married you? Let me tell you, your divorce is only a matter of time. You’d better not be arrogant in front of me."

A pang hit Cheng Zhiwei’s heart, but she mocked, "Then you better work harder to get him to divorce me sooner."

These words were true; Cheng Zhiwei couldn’t wait for Zhou Lin to sign the divorce agreement.

To Bai Zhuzhu’s ears, however, it was a provocation.

Her face contorted with anger, then she felt for her purse, "Cheng Zhiwei, just you wait."

Cheng Zhiwei didn’t take this little episode to heart; after going in, she found He Ye and with his guidance made a few minor adjustments to the parts she wasn’t quite satisfied with. After He Ye left, she practiced several times more before she was content.

A staff member came in and said softly, "Miss Cheng, this is the water Mr. He asked me to prepare for you. He told me to remind you not to practice for too long and to take care of your voice."

"Thank you." Cheng Zhiwei politely expressed her gratitude and took a sip immediately.

Soon after, another staff member came in, "Miss Cheng, it’s time to get ready."

"Okay..." Cheng Zhiwei stood up, only to freeze on the spot, her face turning deathly pale.

The staff member, puzzled, asked, "Miss Cheng, what’s wrong?"

Cheng Zhiwei opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Realizing what had happened, the staff member’s face changed, "Miss Cheng, your voice..."

She didn’t dare delay and quickly went to find He Ye.

When He Ye arrived, Cheng Zhiwei, anxious, pulled at him, wanting to speak, but no sound came out when she opened her mouth. She stepped back dejectedly and began to cry silently.