The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 372 He’s More Legitimate than You

Chapter 372: Chapter 372 He’s More Legitimate than You

"Is it my fault that I was misunderstood and hurt by you?"

"Is it my fault that my identity was deliberately hidden when I was a child?"

"Is it my fault that now I just want to live a peaceful life?"

All of Cheng Zhiwei’s emotions erupted at this moment as she wept, her body nearly trembling, "Zhou Lin, what right do you have to make me stay?"

She shakily picked up her phone and showed Zhou Lin all the photos and screenshots she had received three years ago when she was pregnant.

"Do you think that by hypnotizing my memory, making me forget the harm you’ve done me, I could accept you?"

Those photos and online screenshots appeared in front of Zhou Lin after three years, tearing open the past he’d tried so hard to hide.

His deep eyes were turbulent.

The hand holding Cheng Zhiwei’s wrist weakly let go, eventually hanging by his side, clenched into a fist.

"Where did you get these?" His voice was hoarse as he asked.

When Cheng Zhiwei came back, she mentioned the hypnosis, knowing that her memory had been hypnotized, completely forgetting the things Zhou Lin had done.

But at that time, Cheng Zhiwei didn’t go to Doctor Fang to undo the hypnosis.

He knew it was because of the child; he wanted to turn the page on the past.

He also thought that by pursuing her anew, he might be able to change her mind.

But seeing those photos, he knew how badly he had erred.

She didn’t want to recover her memory, not because she had forgotten the past, but because she had something in her hands that constantly reminded her of it.

"Where they came from isn’t important. The important thing is that this is the reality." It was truly difficult for Cheng Zhiwei to feel anything for Zhou Lin anymore.

Even though he was the father of her child.

But that was all.

"Can’t you not leave?" Zhou Lin lowered himself to the point of almost begging.

He had the capability to keep her, but because of his feelings for her, he felt restrained.

Cheng Zhiwei wiped her tears, turned her gaze away, and said coldly, "No."

The atmosphere was oppressively uncomfortable.

Cheng Zhiwei looked at the belongings she had yet to pack, slowly calming down, "Zhou Lin, stop pestering me, please let me go."

What she said was letting go.

Zhou Lin clenched his fist and smashed it against the wall behind her, his eyebrows and eyes both cold and mournful.

Cheng Zhiwei closed her eyes, a wry smile forming on her pale cheeks, "You’re eventually going to have an arranged marriage with He Mingzhu anyway. Do you want our child to watch his dad stand next to another woman every day?"

"I’ve said it, I won’t agree to an arranged marriage," Zhou Lin’s brow furrowed into a hard knot.

He’d stated it before.

"But I don’t want to be with you either." Cheng Zhiwei pushed him away and bent down to continue packing.

She had made herself clear.

The next second, Zhou Lin’s arm scooped her up and trapped her anew between his embrace and the wall.

His face was cold, his temper visibly flaring.

Endless.

Cheng Zhiwei’s face turned sour, "Zhou Lin, I’ve made it very clear, stop bothering me, okay?"

She was angry, and her tone wasn’t pleasant.

Zhou Lin firmly pinned her with his body, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at him, his anger stern, "You don’t want to be with me, but you’re waiting for He Ye?"

He mentioned He Ye with utmost scorn, "Do you actually want such a useless man?"

Cheng Zhiwei’s temper flared instantly; even though her relationship with He Ye had ended without result, it didn’t affect her immense gratitude towards him.

Zhou Lin had no right to look down on him.

"I am waiting for him, what’s it to you?" Cheng Zhiwei retorted sarcastically, "He is certainly more legitimate than you."

The already tense atmosphere became fraught with hostility.

Zhou Lin gave a bitter laugh, his grip tightening on her chin as he whispered in her ear with a low chuckle, "He might be more legitimate than me, but he can’t even propose, utterly lacking in freedom, you think he could actually marry you?"

"I’m willing," Cheng Zhiwei arched her eyebrow and snorted.

Tears remained in her eyes, her pale cheeks flushed with anger.

But it was because of another man.

Jealousy obliterated Zhou Lin’s rationality.

He had wronged her, he was sorry for her. No matter how he apologized, she never softened her heart towards him, but for the same He Ye, she could forgive him so easily and still wait for him?

Zhou Lin couldn’t tolerate it.

His eyes were as deep as stagnant water, his emotions tumultuous.

He lowered his head, his thin lips lingering by her ear, his voice suggestively low, "I once thought he could treat you well and that’s why I considered letting you go."

Even, at one point, he could only drink alone to numb the heart-wrenching pain of losing her.

But He Ye turned out to be no different.

"Cheng Zhiwei." Zhou Lin’s grip on her chin loosened, his fingers caressing her mouth’s edge, his tone darkening, "Don’t you already know what kind of person I am?"

Cheng Zhiwei’s heart trembled, her reason returning; he was right, she knew all too well what kind of person he was.

She was crazy to have used He Ye to provoke him.

Racked with regret.

Her fingers resting on his chest tightened slowly, her lips pursing, and her tone softened, "I apologize, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things."

"An apology, you’re not wrong, it’s my fault," Zhou Lin coldly interrupted her.

He never should have let go.

A bad premonition sent a chill down Cheng Zhiwei’s back.

All she could do was grit her teeth and continue, "Zhou Lin, listen to me, He Ye and I have already broken up."

"You said you were waiting for him to come back?"

"That was a bluff," Cheng Zhiwei answered quickly, fearing that being one second too slow might make the man lose his mind.

Zhou Lin laughed scornfully, "Just now you were convincing in saying you didn’t care if he could marry you, seemed quite willing."

"Zhou Lin, I’ve said it, we’ve already broken up."

"But I don’t believe it."

Cheng Zhiwei was left speechless.

She asked in frustration and desperation, "Then what do you really want?"

Zhou Lin lowered his head further, his lips grazing her earlobe, now resting at the corner of her lips.

Cheng Zhiwei thought he was going to kiss her, her expression stiffening.

Zhou Lin sensed it, let out a self-deprecating laugh, stood up slightly, and released her from his restraint, then led her to the window.

Looking down from above, they could see clearly the man standing by the flower bed downstairs.

It was He Ye.

"He’s been under your apartment for several days now," Zhou Lin commented, not too happily, "This is what you call breaking up?"

Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes widened, staring at the figure downstairs, her heart surging with pressure; of course, she knew He Ye had been downstairs for several days.

More precisely, from the day he returned, he had been there waiting.

Just that Cheng Zhiwei, wanting to make him give up hope, hadn’t gone downstairs, nor answered his calls or replied to his messages, giving him the cold shoulder.

She thought, if He Ye couldn’t wait any longer, he would eventually leave.

"It’s none of your concern." Cheng Zhiwei looked away and reached to draw the curtains.

But her hand had barely moved when it was held down by Zhou Lin.

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