The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 413: Mingzhu is His Person

Chapter 413: Chapter 413: Mingzhu is His Person

He Ye almost stormed all the way to the parking lot in a huff.

He actually knew that he and Cheng Zhiwei were impossible now, but still, he felt uncomfortable inside, especially when he saw her actually cooperating with Zhou Lin in their act—the discomfort reached its peak.

Now that he thought about it, it was jealousy.

Jealousy that the most unlikely person had her.

The car door opened, and He Mingzhu’s somewhat cold voice came through, "How is Cheng Zhiwei?"

He Ye’s expression briefly crossed with barely detectable disgust, concealing it in an instant, becoming indifferent, but he did not answer He Mingzhu’s question.

"Are you listening to me?"

From the time He Ye returned to the company and, with the help of He Rongwei, took up a senior management position, He Mingzhu’s attitude towards He Ye had taken a complete one-eighty—harsh and exacting, but nominally she claimed it was to train him, which had earned her a good reputation.

He Ye looked downcast and calmly said, "She was crying."

He Mingzhu’s eyebrows twitched; she was very suspicious, which was why she had secretly followed He Ye to the hospital.

She was aware of the depth of Zhou Lin’s feelings for Cheng Zhiwei. With the sudden conflict between the two, she felt doubtful; thus, she had arranged for He Ye to visit Cheng Zhiwei.

Thinking of probing the truth as well as creating an opportunity for Cheng Zhiwei and He Ye.

If Cheng Zhiwei grew closer to He Ye, she might kill two birds with one stone.

After all, with He Ye currently engaged to Wen Yi, getting rid of him was not easy. He Ye too was obtuse, not realizing it was time to leave despite her obvious intentions.

"Crying?"

"That slap was so loud, you know it well," He Ye said nearly through gritted teeth.

To He Mingzhu’s ears, however, it sounded like a grinding, heart-wrenching concern.

Her mood suddenly lightened and her tone softened a bit, "After all, you had a relationship with her. You should accompany her now to prevent her from thinking too much."

He Ye hummed in response.

He Mingzhu sighed softly, patting his shoulder, "I know you hate me because of what happened last time, but I did it for your own good, after all, father has always wanted you in the company, and now your relationship has improved a lot, hasn’t it?"

"And auntie is also happy. It’s good when the family is harmonious." She persuaded gently, adopting the posture of an elder sister showing concern for him, "As for Cheng Zhiwei, once you’ve secured your position in the company, I will talk to dad, and he will agree."

He Ye looked out the window in irritation, "We’ll see."

He didn’t agree right away, because he knew He Mingzhu well—she was a very suspicious person, and only by hesitating did she feel she had control over him.

He Mingzhu then said no more, only instructing the driver to return home.

...

Cheng Zhiwei, under Zhou Lin’s watch, had completed her medical examination in the hospital to ensure that there were no complications with her abdominal injuries.

But just as the examination was over, she saw the first unwelcome visitor in the ward.

Zhou Jinzhong arrived leaning on a cane, dressed in a dark red tang suit, his expression extremely stern.

"Third Uncle," Zhou Lin greeted him expressionlessly.

Cheng Zhiwei, looking unwell, returned to the hospital bed.

Zhou Jinzhong frowned disparagingly, "Cheng Zhiwei, you are Zhou Lin’s wife, how could you act so thoughtlessly, causing a scene with a collaborator? Do you think you’re too comfortable now?"

Cheng Zhiwei replied coldly, "Did you also come to urge me to divorce? How interesting, Uncle, even meddling in your nephew’s marriage, aren’t you overstepping?"

It was the first time Zhou Jinzhong witnessed Cheng Zhiwei’s sharp-tongued retort; although she was never really submissive before, she hadn’t been as prickly as she was now.

He flew into a rage, "Cheng Zhiwei, with your current behavior, how are you fit to be Madam Zhou? Aren’t you afraid to disgrace yourself by speaking out?"

"You are forcing me to divorce, to let that malicious woman He Mingzhu rise to the position—it’s you who should be ashamed."

"Let me tell you, Cheng Zhiwei, bungling the collaboration won’t keep you safe."

"I don’t need fake kindness from you, Third Uncle."

Zhou Jinzhong stood up, giving a warning and threat, "Zhou Lin, sort this matter out by next Monday, or I will convince them to call a board meeting to see if you are still fit for your position."

When the door of the ward closed, Cheng Zhiwei frowned, "Why has he popped up again?"

"As long as the centipede dies, it doesn’t stiffen immediately; seizing the chance is natural for him." Zhou Lin looked out the window, his expression very calm, "I have already arranged everything; you will leave here in a month."

Cheng Zhiwei walked over and tugged at his clothes, her brows showing some concern, "What exactly are you planning?"

So far, she was in the dark about his plans, knowing only that he needed her to cooperate in acting.

Zhou Lin turned and hugged her, tenderly nuzzling her soft cheek, "I will handle everything; you just need to follow what I say."

Cheng Zhiwei felt uncomfortable inside, even now he still chose not to tell her, even if not detailing the plans, at least he should give her an overview.

He was as arbitrary as ever.

"Okay." Cheng Zhiwei closed her eyes, feeling uncomfortable inside, yet knowing it was better not to distract him at this moment, thus she agreed to everything.

Zhou Lin bowed his head and kissed her forehead, pulling her snugly into his arms; he wouldn’t repeat Zhou Chenyuan’s old path, nor let his child live in fear.

Zhou Lin had prepared for a month, but plans couldn’t keep up with changes.

Within just a week, there was a huge shift.

No other reason, but Zhou Chenyuan suddenly fell critically ill, at death’s doorstep, unwilling to die in the hospital, he insisted on returning home.

Zhou family’s old house.

Zhou Chenyuan lay in the master bedroom, the painkillers were less effective due to excessive consumption, his whole body ached.

It was a matter of a day or two at most.

Zhou Chenyuan had something to explain, leaving only Zhou Lin with him.

Lin Yu’s eyes were red from crying, Cheng Zhiwei accompanied her outside.

In the room, Zhou Chenyuan, pulling on his last breaths, spoke weakly, "I had already arranged a way out for you, why didn’t you listen to me?"

He was so emotionally agitated that he breathed more rapidly.

Marrying into the He family, a strong alliance, was enough to contend with that person.

Zhou Lin stood by the bedside, silently listening to Zhou Chenyuan’s anxious complaints, which wasn’t truly complaints, just his worries about what would happen after his death.

Worried about Lin Yu.

Marrying into the He family, at least Zhou Lin could protect himself and Lin Yu, and with Cheng Zhiwei no longer tied to the Zhou family, she could also be safe.

This arrangement was the result of his deep contemplation.

Yet Zhou Lin persisted in defying him, choosing the most difficult and dangerous path.

"He Mingzhu is that man’s person," Zhou Lin said slowly.

Those light words carried a weight of thousands of pounds, crashing deeply into Zhou Chenyuan’s heart.