The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 385: Which Option Isn’t Rubbing Salt in Her Wounds

Chapter 385: Chapter 385: Which Option Isn’t Rubbing Salt in Her Wounds

"Do I have a choice?" Cheng Zhiwei’s fingers clenched white.

Whichever option was like rubbing salt into her wounds.

Zhou Lin felt bad inside. If he could, he wished he could use this slow way of getting along to untie her knot. But now, he was out of time.

He could only use the way that she hated again to achieve his goal.

Rubbing her cheek with his fingers, Zhou Lin said indifferently, "Indeed, you don’t have a choice."

No matter what she chose, she would be by his side.

"Zhou Lin, you’re truly disgusting." Sour tears welled up, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall, "Back then you hurt me so badly, you couldn’t wait for me to leave, and now you want to remarry. Do you find it fulfilling to have me at your mercy like this?"

Cheng Zhiwei harbored a fullness of grievances.

"You should know your dad called me there today. It was for something. Zhou Lin, you’re about to enter into a marriage alliance. Your parents won’t agree."

As she spoke, she looked away, "You also know I’m preparing to take Yangyang and Xingxing and leave this place. If Qiqi is willing to leave with me, then I will take him too. If not, I hope you can take good care of him."

She paused, then continued, "I don’t know why Uncle Zhou chose He Mingzhu, but I can only warn you. She’s not a good person. If you marry her, I hope you can protect Qiqi well."

The reminder before parting was not particularly heartwarming.

Zhou Lin stared at her defiant face, partly disbelieving, "You’re not even going to take Qiqi?"

His anger spread.

He certainly didn’t know she could be so heartless.

Cheng Zhiwei closed her eyes momentarily. What could she do when Zhou Ruoki was adamant that Seo Zhenzhen was his birth mother and believed she had killed his "birth mother"? She had already tried her best to communicate with him.

But he secretly took Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing out.

Whether he had a purpose or not, whether he was pure-intentioned or not, this action was unforgivable.

Cheng Zhiwei knew she wasn’t a qualified mother because when it came to her children, she chose to protect Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing.

"I didn’t abandon him. I am just respecting his choice." Cheng Zhiwei brushed off Zhou Lin’s hand, "You also know that I’m preparing to leave Yucheng."

Of course, he knew. It was because he knew, that he couldn’t control his emotions.

"Cheng Zhiwei, you can’t leave."

Cheng Zhiwei’s gaze fell. When she came back from overseas, it was because her parents were still here, and she wanted to be closer to home.

But now, she didn’t have a home.

Cheng Shang and Guo Cuihua had become Seo Zhenzhen’s parents. Due to the truths that she still didn’t understand from back then, she suddenly became a criminal.

So, what was there to miss in Yucheng?

Besides, once she left, He Mingzhu would be at ease, and she could live more peacefully.

"I’ll go if I want to go. You have no right to order me." Cheng Zhiwei turned to go back inside.

She had already found the city where she wanted to settle and had bought a house there. As soon as the paperwork was done, she would leave immediately.

Zhou Lin’s expression finally turned gloomy. He didn’t give Cheng Zhiwei the chance to go inside, but instead grabbed her hand to draw her back, firmly in control, then took out his cell phone to call Secretary Zhang, ordering him to come over.

The limit of tolerance is an eruption.

Zhou Lin erupted.

She could refuse to remarry, and she could let the children call him Uncle; he could accept all that, but he wouldn’t accept her leaving.

"Zhou Lin." Cheng Zhiwei screamed, shaking with anger, her palm slapped upwards.

It didn’t hit Zhou Lin’s face, he intercepted it with one hand.

A woman’s strength is not on the same level as a man’s.

The anger unleashed by Cheng Zhiwei was inconsequential in front of Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin’s jaw clenched tightly, engulfing Cheng Zhiwei with his imposing presence.

He was determined to have her.

Secretary Zhang arrived quickly and took the sleeping Cheng Yang into his arms, handing him over to a professional nanny.

Cheng Yang didn’t feel a thing.

Cheng Xing was different; she lacked a sense of security, and once picked up, she immediately woke up, began struggling at the sight of a stranger, her mouth pouted, ready to cry.

Cheng Zhiwei had no more time to squabble with Zhou Lin and immediately took over soothing her with a gentle and soft voice.

Cheng Xing lay on her shoulder, weakly asking, "Mommy, where are we going?"

She saw Cheng Yang being taken away.

Cheng Zhiwei’s mouth was filled with bitterness, and tears suddenly rolled down.

Cheng Xing, with confused eyes, saw her and her eyes reddened instantly.

She too wanted to cry.

"Be good, Xingxing. We are going to Daddy’s house," Zhou Lin’s tone softened.

The two children had known Zhou Lin’s identity early on, but because they didn’t like him much, they had never called him Daddy.

Now that Zhou Lin had brought up this title, Cheng Xing buried her head into Cheng Zhiwei’s shoulder, refusing to look at him.

Zhou Lin didn’t mind because they had countless times to get along in the future.

"Let’s go," Zhou Lin said almost hugging Cheng Zhiwei’s waist, leading her downstairs, his voice low, "You don’t want to scare Xingxing, do you?"

Children were Cheng Zhiwei’s Achilles’ heel.

Especially now, with this soft spot right in her arms, she needed to control even her rage, fearing to frighten Cheng Xing.

She could only grit her teeth and be led away.

Wang Mei was taken along, too.

In the car, Cheng Xing fell back into a drowsy sleep. Zhou Lin kept observing her and only when she did, he spoke in a low voice, "I know you hate me, but I have no regrets."

He didn’t regret using such despicable and forceful means today to take her back.

Cheng Zhiwei silently watched out the window, not saying a word.

She didn’t even want to speak to him.

She even felt uncomfortable breathing the same air as him.

Cheng Yang was placed directly into bed in the room at Sparkling Sky City, prepared long ago. Cheng Xing was different; she clung tightly to Cheng Zhiwei’s clothes, her wet eyes filled with dependence.

Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes brimmed with acid but she couldn’t show it in front of the child. She stroked Cheng Xing’s hair, whispering, "Sleep, Xingxing. Mommy is here with you."

Cheng Xing held onto Cheng Zhiwei’s fingers, whispering softly, "Mommy’s unhappy. You don’t like Uncle Zhou. You don’t want to be here."

Cheng Zhiwei smiled bitterly. She disliked Zhou Lin. She was unhappy, but what could she do? She didn’t have the right to choose.

"Go to sleep, Xingxing. You have kindergarten tomorrow."

"Then I can go to school with Qiqi," Cheng Xing cheered up.

She really liked Zhou Ruoki.

Cheng Zhiwei’s heart clenched. All her sorrow turned into worry.

Yes, Zhou Ruoki also lived here and would be in the company of Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing from now on.

Thinking of this, Cheng Zhiwei panicked.

She always unconsciously thought about the unfinished business on the day Seo Zhenzhen died.

Instinctively, she hugged Cheng Xing tightly, opening her mouth, wanting to tell her not to get too close to Zhou Ruoki.

But in front of the child, she couldn’t say it after all. They were siblings.