The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 412 Stop Pretending

Chapter 412: Chapter 412 Stop Pretending

"What do I, a woman, understand?" Cheng Zhiwei muttered these words, fury rising within her as if she had lost her reason. She violently threw her bag at Zhou Lin. "If I had any sense, I should’ve gone with Senior He Ye from the beginning, instead of letting you bully me like this."

"Smack."

Cheng Zhiwei covered her face, disbelievingly staring at Zhou Lin. "You hit me for her?"

Zhou Lin’s hand trembled by his side, but he quickly restrained himself. He frowned and said harshly, "Look at yourself now, how are you any different from a shrew?"

Cheng Zhiwei laughed in anguish. "Now you think I’m a shrew?"

"I’m telling you, I will absolutely not divorce," she gritted her teeth. "Let your Miss He remain a mistress for life."

"Our relationship is innocent, stop spouting nonsense," Zhou Lin said in a completely indifferent tone.

"Yes, we are just ordinary partners," He Mingzhu added fuel to the fire as she persuaded, "Cheng Zhiwei, making a scene here will only make it difficult for Ah Lin. You are, after all, the Young Madam of the Zhou Family; how can you be so ignorant?"

Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes widened, tremblingly raising her hand as if intending to slap Zhou Lin, but her hand had barely risen when she staggered and fell to the side.

He Ye instinctively caught her.

But in the next second, Zhou Lin had swept her up in his arms.

Cheng Zhiwei fainted.

She fainted from anger caused by Zhou Lin.

News of the incident spread like it had wings, and soon, those who were interested knew.

When Cheng Zhiwei woke up, Guo Cuihua was pointing at Zhou Lin and scolding him: "I thought you had repented, but it turns out you’re still incorrigible, bullying Zhiwei like this. What kind of man are you?"

Zhou Lin listened in silence.

"Mom," Cheng Zhiwei called out, tears falling.

Guo Cuihua hugged her comfortingly. "It’s okay, mom is here, let’s go home."

Cheng Zhiwei shook her head, her face filled with grief as she looked at Zhou Lin. "Are you really so cruel, to collaborate with that viper woman, He Mingzhu?"

"It’s just some routine dealings, you’re too sensitive. Besides, didn’t you agree to remarry me partly out of spite?"

"Zhou Lin, you..." Cheng Zhiwei clenched her fingers, "I won’t agree to a divorce."

Zhou Lin looked deeply into her eyes, then turned and walked out.

Cheng Zhiwei cried aloud. Guo Cuihua sighed, "Zhou Lin is not a man worthy of your trust, Zhiwei, better to divorce him."

"But how has he become like this?" Cheng Zhiwei murmured in pain, "For the sake of collaboration, for money, completely disregarding the great harm to Qiqi, how could he qualify as a father?"

Guo Cuihua was about to continue persuading her to divorce when someone pushed the door open and entered.

Guo Cuihua’s heart lifted. "He Ye, you’re here."

Cheng Zhiwei, tearfully surprised, looked over, "Senior?"

He Ye looked at her meaningfully, and as Cheng Zhiwei grew increasingly guilt-ridden, he said to Guo Cuihua, "Auntie, may I have a word with Zhiwei alone?"

"Oh, of course," Guo Cuihua hurried out.

The hospital room was left with only the subtle sound of Cheng Zhiwei’s sobbing.

Cheng Zhiwei, feeling guilty and burdened, found the time unbearable. Just as she was about to speak, He Ye handed her a tissue.

"Stop pretending."

With that single statement, he uncovered the truth behind Cheng Zhiwei’s tears.

Caught off guard, Cheng Zhiwei found herself in an awkward position, unsure whether to cry or to stop.

Eventually, she chose to accept the tissue. "Thank you."

Crying had left her voice hoarse.

He Ye sat down beside her, his demeanor and gaze betraying a mind that had seen through it all.

Cheng Zhiwei looked disheveled and uncomfortable.

He Ye spoke calmly, "What are you all planning?"

Zhou Lin, a man of such capability, wouldn’t need to stage this drama unless it was part of a bigger scheme.

Cheng Zhiwei, willingly helping him and even enduring a slap from him, clearly they shared a common goal.

"Does he want to monopolize the profits of the project?" He Ye asked directly, as if certain Cheng Zhiwei would tell him everything.

"No, it’s not that," Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes were still swollen, yet she was already explaining on behalf of Zhou Lin, "There are things I can tell you, but there are other things... even I don’t know."

He Ye rubbed his thumb and forefinger back and forth, speaking slowly, yet his words alarmed Cheng Zhiwei.

"A minor issue with the He family, I suppose even if he breaks the contract and stops collaborating, it wouldn’t be too disastrous... You’re staging this because he’s encountered big trouble... related to the He family... but not just about the He family..."

In just a few words, he had hit the nail on the head.

Cheng Zhiwei suddenly felt as if the person before her was not the familiar Senior He Ye, but rather a crafty old fox immersed in years of business warfare.

She pursed her lips, shocked by this realization.

She asked subconsciously, "How do you know?"

He Ye’s gaze landed on her cheek, where she had been slapped, yet there wasn’t even a mark.

Indeed, he hadn’t been mistaken before; Zhou Lin had acted swiftly and the sound was loud, but it wasn’t a real slap.

Cheng Zhiwei, realizing belatedly, touched her cheek, growing more embarrassed, "Sorry, Senior."

He Ye narrowed his eyes. "Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell He Mingzhu about this?"

At that moment, He Mingzhu had been standing behind Zhou Lin and had not seen the act, but He Ye had been right beside Cheng Zhiwei.

He had initially been shocked too, but later, the more he thought about it, the more things seemed off. Moreover, He Mingzhu had pretended to send him to check on Cheng Zhiwei, so he simply decided to clarify everything.

"I think, Senior wouldn’t do that," said Cheng Zhiwei, her expression serious. "I trust Senior."

However, Her words angered He Ye. "Do you really understand me? How do you know I wouldn’t do that?"

Did she understand him, to the extent of using him to help Zhou Lin?

Hehe, she had also turned out like this.

Cheng Zhiwei fell silent for a few seconds, then sincerely apologized again, "I’m sorry."

He Ye’s throat tightened.

He abruptly stood up and stormed out furiously.

Cheng Zhiwei ran to the door, but Zhou Lin, who had just returned, blocked her way back. "Where are you going?"

"Senior misunderstood," Cheng Zhiwei anxiously wanted to go out and explain; they really hadn’t used him, just understood him enough to know he definitely wouldn’t tell He Mingzhu.

She hadn’t expected him to get angry.

Zhou Lin wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her back into the hospital room, looking at her cheek for a while before asking softly, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt," Cheng Zhiwei blinked her eyes, since he really hadn’t used much force, "Hey, let me get my phone, I need to call him and explain."

She was worried about it.

"Aren’t you worried I’ll misunderstand?" Zhou Lin felt a bit jealous, having never seen her so eager to explain herself to him.

So what if He Ye misunderstood? Did she care that much?

Cheng Zhiwei earnestly said, "He has helped me a lot; he is a very important person to me."

Zhou Lin took a deep breath before exhaling the uncomfortable feeling in his throat, "No need for you to explain."

Cheng Zhiwei: "..."