The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 37: Unexpectedly, He Asked About Cheng Zhiwei

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Unexpectedly, He Asked About Cheng Zhiwei

Zhiwei paused, turned off the hairdryer, and prepared to leave, her stance screaming that she didn’t want to stay another second.

However, Zhou Lin once again caught her wrist, yet meeting her icy gaze only fueled an irritation in the pit of his stomach, "Everyone knows your throat is having issues, so why am I the last to know?"

Zhiwei didn’t understand what Zhou Lin meant by that. Those who were aware cared about her, and since Zhou Lin had never shown concern before, it was normal for him to be uninformed. What was the point of bringing it up now?

The grip on her wrist tightened; Zhiwei bit her lip and firmly stomped on Zhou Lin’s foot. However, her force seemed insignificant to him, provoking him instead to pull her against his chest and look down at her with dark, intense eyes.

Zhiwei immediately noticed the bite mark on his chin—it was from her biting hard earlier, leaving a visible trace.

She contemplated whether to do it again.

Such persistent and annoying behavior was driving her insane, and yet, she found herself unable to voice her frustration.

Zhou Lin saw through her thoughts, and his other hand grasped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Zhiwei, you said last time that we would each live our own lives, and I agreed. But that doesn’t mean you can flagrantly cuckold me, got it?" Zhou Lin’s eyes fell on the bracelet around Zhiwei’s wrist.

Before Zhiwei appeared, Zhou Lin had actually steeled himself—considering that if she were intimate with Meng Qiancheng, he could just turn a blind eye. After all, it would suit him, and maybe even make her pay dearly for past issues in time.

But the moment that she disregarded the gifts he presented, not giving them a second glance, while a cheap-looking chain from Meng Qiancheng was treated like a treasure and worn at once, a sense of unease rose within him, leading to his loss of control.

He couldn’t help but want to remind her of her status.

Cuckolded?

Zhiwei clenched her fists. Her relationship with Meng Qiancheng was brotherly, nothing that would warrant such suspicion. Besides that, with Bai Zhuzhu constantly at his side, he was hardly in a position to say such things.

But at that moment, she couldn’t move or speak, so she could only stare.

Zhou Lin grew more restless under her scathing gaze, snorting derisively, "What’s with that look? Trying to show how big your eyes are?"

Fury clouded Zhiwei’s mind, aware that her throat was sore and yet he still used biting words, implying since she couldn’t retort, he could bully her as he wanted.

Speech might elude her, but she wasn’t without a mouth.

With her hands on his chest, she stood on tiptoes, intent on biting his chin hard, to grind her teeth.

However, the moment her soft hands touched Zhou Lin’s chest, as if stirred, he stiffened and instinctively backed away. His heel hit the edge of the bed, and he fell uncontrollably backward.

Zhiwei, still clutched by the wrist, was caught off-guard and fell too, ending up lying on top of him, nose to nose, in an intimate pose.

Both were stunned.

It was Zhiwei who reacted first, immediately flipping over to sit up, intending to glare at Zhou Lin fiercely. But wherever her gaze landed, Zhou Lin’s towel had come undone, leaving nothing to the imagination.

If one had to describe Zhiwei’s feelings at that moment, it would be as if a wave of heat surged from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, engulfing and almost burning her to ashes.

To put it simply, in four words: both angry and embarrassed.

Zhou Lin hadn’t expected the towel to fall, exposing himself like this to Zhiwei. But he managed to keep his composure, quickly pulling the towel back to cover himself, then sat up.

The grim expression on his face wasn’t pleasant to look at.

Zhiwei walked a couple of steps, halted, turned back to kick him, and silently mouthed three words. Then she quickly left.

Zhou Lin "heard" and understood: Cheng Zhiwei was calling him shameless.

He gritted his teeth and stood up to change his clothes.

At that moment, his phone rang.

Secretary Zhang reported in detail what had happened at He Ye Studio during the day to Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin’s eyebrows twitched, "Come pick me up."

Downstairs, Lin Yu was trying to persuade Cheng Zhiwei to stay there for the night, but naturally, she refused. Staying here meant she would have to share a room with Zhou Lin, and thinking about the scene she had just witnessed, her decision to refuse was firm.

Just then, Zhou Lin walked downstairs and headed straight out. After two seconds, he turned back and appeared at the living room door, asking Cheng Zhiwei with a frown and impatience, "Are you coming or not?"

Cheng Zhiwei quickly stood up and followed him out.

Lin Yu walked them to the door, grabbed Zhou Lin, and in a tone tinged with undeniable gossip, quietly asked, "Is everything all right with you and Zhiwei? Why did her face turn so red when she came downstairs just now?"

Zhou Lin choked and turned to call out, "Dad."

Lin Yu reflexively turned around, but there was no sign of Zhou Chenyuan. When she looked back, Zhou Lin had already driven away.

"That little brat," Lin Yu cursed, but the thought of Cheng Zhiwei’s flushed cheeks couldn’t help but make her feel delighted.

In the car, Cheng Zhiwei remained seated by the door, keeping an absolute distance from Zhou Lin, her eyes glued to the window outside. Now and then, she would caress the diamond necklace on her wrist, which in Zhou Lin’s eyes, seemed like lingering affection.

But actually, Cheng Zhiwei was just unaccustomed to wearing anything on her hands for so long.

Zhou Lin scoffed, maintaining an attitude of indifference.

After dropping Cheng Zhiwei off at Sparkling Sky City, the car drove away straightaway.

Zhou Lin had never considered this place home, so Cheng Zhiwei didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary and turned to open the door and go in.

After going upstairs, she took off the bracelet and placed it into a box, closed it, and then went to take a shower.

Half an hour later, at Lakefront Apartment, Bai Zhuzhu sat on the couch with some joy, looking at Zhou Lin. She couldn’t help but lean in closer, her voice as soft as clouds, "Brother Lin, are you going to stay here tonight?"

Zhou Lin had called saying he would come over, so she meticulously applied makeup and changed into a pretty dress, all in the hopes of keeping Zhou Lin’s attention.

She had been with Zhou Lin for almost two years. Outsiders might not believe it, but the fact was that their relationship remained quite innocent.

She longed for more, but Zhou Lin always pushed her away.

She knew why and that made her even more unwilling to accept it.

Zhou Lin frowned sternly at her, "Sit properly."

Bai Zhuzhu’s mouth twitched as she moved slightly to the side, her heart filled with disappointment. She considered herself very pretty but couldn’t seem to capture Zhou Lin’s heart.

"Cheng Zhiwei’s throat got injured. Did you do it?" Zhou Lin asked directly, his expression growing dark and frightening.

Bai Zhuzhu’s fingers twisted together tightly, her astonishment followed by an irrepressible sourness and anger. She had thought Zhou Lin sought her out for something important, but she hadn’t expected his first question to be about Cheng Zhiwei.

Her face hung down, her long hair hiding her expression.

Was he starting to care even for the person she hated the most?