The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 38 She is the culprit who caused my sister to become disabled

Chapter 38: Chapter 38 She is the culprit who caused my sister to become disabled

"Zhuzhu, I’ve told you before..." Zhou Lin’s attitude was serious.

"It wasn’t me." Bai Zhuzhu squeezed out these three words through clenched teeth, afraid she couldn’t control herself from questioning Zhou Lin. Clearly, he didn’t like Cheng Zhiwei, he even despised and hated her, so why was he now questioning her regarding Cheng Zhiwei?

Zhou Lin frowned at her, "Zhuzhu."

Bai Zhuzhu suddenly lifted her head, tears already covering her cheeks, her lips trembling, looking exceedingly aggrieved.

She leaned on Zhou Lin to sit down, hugging his arm tightly, looking up at him with obedient and pitiful eyes, "Brother Lin, have you fallen for her?"

Zhou Lin’s complexion drastically changed, and he refuted subconsciously, "What are you talking about?"

Bai Zhuzhu persisted in staring at him, "She’s the culprit who caused my sister to become disabled, Brother Lin, do you still remember?"

Oppressive silence erupted in the cramped space.

Bai Zhuzhu clutched his sleeve, her eyelashes quivering lightly, "I thought you came to care for my sister, but you came to suspect and question me about damaging Cheng Zhiwei’s throat, Brother Lin, you and her... you and her..."

She let go of Zhou Lin’s arm, covering her face and sobbing, unable to complete her sentence.

Under the light, Zhou Lin’s face turned frightfully pale.

Yet Bai Zhuzhu felt that it wasn’t enough. The thought of Zhou Lin questioning her on behalf of Cheng Zhiwei filled her with rage, and she wanted to scream.

"I know I shouldn’t have lost my mind in Shen City and instructed Wu Chengshuang to spread rumors about her, but every time I think about how well she’s living now, even becoming your wife, Brother Lin, while my poor sister is still abroad receiving treatment, I get angry, jealous, I wish I could kill her, why wasn’t it her who had the car accident."

These words became the final straw that broke Zhou Lin’s resolve.

Light as a feather, yet suffocating him.

"Brother Lin, Brother Lin, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that," Bai Zhuzhu apologized through her tears, throwing herself into Zhou Lin’s waist, "I’m not blaming you, I just couldn’t control myself, I don’t blame you, sister won’t blame you either."

Bai Zhuzhu’s sister, Xu Zhenzhen, one followed mother’s surname while the other took father’s.

Xu Zhenzhen was originally Cheng Zhiwei’s close friend, but on the eve of their graduation, devastated by the relationship between Cheng Zhiwei and Zhou Lin, she ran out of the hotel and met with a car accident that destroyed her legs.

She had been receiving treatment abroad for the past three years.

Zhou Lin’s emotions were tumultuous. He pushed away Bai Zhuzhu’s hands and left with big strides.

Bai Zhuzhu chased to the doorframe, apologizing weakly as she leaned on it, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry."

Not until the elevator carried Zhou Lin away did her sorrowful and frail look instantly turn cold, grinding her teeth as she said, "Cheng Zhiwei, you really have some nerve, to have Zhou Lin trouble me because of you."

But what did it matter? She held in her hands a trump card that Cheng Zhiwei could never match.

...

The next morning, Cheng Zhiwei went to the hospital.

The results had already come out.

"It’s poisoning," Meng Qiancheng said with concern, "Weiwei, do you know who drugged you?"

Cheng Zhiwei knew who it was, but she had no evidence at this moment, and she didn’t want to drag Meng Qiancheng into this, so she shook her head and typed to ask him how long the treatment would take.

"I’ll prepare some medication for you, and you’ll be able to speak soon, but for a full recovery, you’ll need to rest for at least three months."

Three months... that was too long.

Zhiwei couldn’t wait any longer.

So Qiancheng arranged for Zhiwei to have nebulization treatment. This method was more effective and would enable her to communicate normally without problems.

Zhiwei’s anxiety was futile; all she could do for now was undergo treatment.

Qiancheng personally instructed the nurse to take good care of Zhiwei and brought her a cup of water, saying tenderly, "Weiwei, have you offended someone? That’s why someone would drug and mute your voice like this. I remember you were about to record a song for some TV drama recently, is it related to that?"

Zhiwei smiled faintly but gave no indication.

Qiancheng sat beside her and continued, "Did you offend someone, or did you get in someone’s way?"

Zhiwei sighed in her heart. Look, even Qiancheng, who had just returned to the country, knew that she was wronged by someone, yet Zhou Lin couldn’t see it.

Since she couldn’t speak, she remained silent.

Qiancheng stroked her hair and reassured, "Don’t worry, I’m here for you."

After one nebulization session, Zhiwei obviously felt much better in her throat. She tried to speak tentatively, her voice was very hoarse, but finally, she could make a sound. Her eyes suddenly lit up with gratitude as she looked at Qiancheng.

"Weiwei, you must come every day for the nebulization," Qiancheng advised meticulously, "Although you can barely speak now, try to stay silent as much as possible to aid your recovery."

"Mm," Zhiwei replied, smiling with curved eyes and brows.

She had just been advised by Qiancheng to stay silent, but she was too happy and couldn’t help it.

Qiancheng had lots of work to do, so Zhiwei took her medicine and went home after that.

That evening, Xu Tian called and invited Zhiwei to a gathering with some old classmates, that’s when she learned about Zhiwei’s vocal cord issues.

Xu Tian cursed Bai Zhuzhu thoroughly, and while at it, ended up cursing Zhou Lin as well.

These past few days, Zhou Lin had been taking Bai Zhuzhu to various events, where reporters took lots of photos. Everyone on the internet knew Zhou Lin was married, they just didn’t know who Young Madam Zhou was. Those unaware of her identity discussed in the comments like it was a joke, wondering if Young Madam Zhou had become a celestial being, transcending emotions and love, since she never responded to these scandals.

Zhiwei had felt heartbroken before, but since she had come to terms with it, her emotions had become much calmer. She said with a hoarse voice, "That’s just the way he is; there’s nothing worth getting angry over."

"Zhiwei."

"You guys have fun," Zhiwei hung up the phone.

Not long after she hung up the phone, Wen Ya’s message came through, inquiring about the specifics of Zhiwei’s throat condition. Zhiwei didn’t hide anything and told the truth. Wen Ya expressed her helplessness and asked if Zhiwei was willing to give up the opportunity this time, offering compensation.

Apparently, someone had let slip about Zhiwei’s injury and inability to speak, and now the internet was buzzing about it.

Wen Ya adored Zhiwei’s voice but also had to consider the drama production.

Zhiwei understood and didn’t accept any compensation from Wen Ya.

Wen Ya: [The decision from our side now is to have He Ye sing your song, but He Ye didn’t agree. He said he’d rather destroy the song than sing it for Bai Zhuzhu.]

Zhiwei was taken aback for a moment, then sent a message: [Doesn’t her team have their own song written?]

Wen Ya: [The song they wrote is just too poor; it’s unusable. Otherwise, I wouldn’t make such a decision. Miss Cheng, could I trouble you to persuade He Ye?]

Zhiwei didn’t agree immediately: [I’ll try.]

This was He Ye’s matter, and naturally, it was up to He Ye to decide. Besides, Zhiwei didn’t want Bai Zhuzhu to touch anything that belonged to He Ye.

Bai Zhuzhu was incompetent herself; not everyone was willing to hold her up.