The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 415: I Only Regret Not Killing Him from the Start

Chapter 415: Chapter 415: I Only Regret Not Killing Him from the Start

Lin Yu took a deep breath, walked to Zhou Chenyuan’s bedside, and took his hand, calmly shooing people away, "Chenyuan needs to rest, everyone please leave."

Zhou Jinzhong’s cane tapped twice on the floor, his smile more forced than genuine, "Chenyuan’s so young to have contracted a terminal illness, it’s a loss for the Zhou family. Luckily, Chenyan is back. What I mean is, let Chenyan join the company and help Ah Lin keep an eye on things. This would be beneficial for the company’s development. Chenyuan, what do you think?"

Zhou Chenyuan was not yet dead, but Zhou Jinzhong had already cornered him at the bedside.

"I disagree," Zhou Lin rejected coldly and indifferently, "Grandfather had already said, let Second Uncle stay abroad for his health, the company matters need not trouble Second Uncle anymore."

Zhou Jinzhong’s face tightened with anger as he frowned at Zhou Lin, "Your Second Uncle has an extremely high business acumen. Having him join would be great for Zhou Group’s development. Moreover, he has been overseas for twenty years, his illness has long since healed, and he has his own company. He’d only be acting as a consultant for Zhou Group."

Zhou Lin still replied with four words: "I do not agree."

"This isn’t up to you to decide," Zhou Jinzhong scoffed coldly, pressing Zhou Chenyuan for an answer, "Chenyuan, what do you think?"

"I’m in charge of the company now, Third Uncle."

"I’m asking your dad..."

"My dad is not dead yet because you tortured him to death." Zhou Lin suddenly raised his voice, roaring furiously, "Or is it that Third Uncle wants to force him to die now, so Second Uncle can take over?"

The old house was crowded, and the door was not closed; Zhou Lin’s voice, once raised, immediately attracted many people.

Zhou Jinzhong’s old face turned red, yet he still argued sharply, "Zhou Lin, I’m also thinking of what’s best for Zhou Group. You’re even struggling to maintain the cooperation with the He family now, and who knows, you might go bankrupt later. Chenyan is willing to come back and help you; you should be grateful."

"That’s enough, Third Uncle," Zhou Chenyan sighed helplessly as though resigned, "Since Ah Lin does not agree, let’s drop it. Besides, big brother is still here. By asking this way, big brother might think I’ve come to snatch his inheritance."

"But you two are blood brothers, half of the company belongs to you."

"But big brother has been managing it all these years."

"If it weren’t for him driving you away back then..."

"Enough." Lin Yu smashed the cup on the bedside table, red-eyed, looking at everyone, teeth chattering, and hysterically yelling, "All of you get out!"

Zhou Chenyan’s gaze faltered as if wounded, calling out in a low trailing voice, "Ah Yu."

Lin Yu felt an icy chill in her heart.

But no matter how fearful, she still had to face this devil.

"I told you to get out!" Lin Yu gasped for breath, glaring at him malevolently.

Zhou Chenyan’s eyes momentarily surged with emotion, a burst of malevolence, yet just as quickly, it was repressed.

He spread his hands with a helpless smile, as if Lin Yu was being unreasonable and he was indulging her, his tone flippant, "Alright, sister-in-law, don’t be angry. I’ll leave, and you take good care of big brother."

If one had to describe Zhou Chenyan in words, it would be unrestrained and unscrupulous.

Cheng Zhiwei finally understood why Zhou Chenyuan wanted Zhou Lin to form an alliance with the He family through marriage.

Such a Zhou Chenyan gave the impression of being unfathomable at first glance.

And a man with no bottom line.

A crowd of people left the room.

Lin Yu stared blankly at Zhou Chenyuan; Zhou Chenyuan gripped her hand tightly, and they both saw sorrow in each other’s eyes.

Zhou Chenyan was back, that devil had returned.

"It’s my fault, I can no longer protect you," Zhou Chenyuan spoke hoarsely, his body ached, and his heart ached even more.

But he was powerless now.

Lin Yu shook her head firmly; more than twenty, nearly thirty years as husband and wife, they understood each other and were very clear about the events back then.

"It’s me, if it weren’t for me back then, you wouldn’t have left that calamity behind." Lin Yu wept in sorrow.

He wanted to marry her, so he made a deal with the old master and sent the Zhou Chenyan, who should have been jailed, abroad under the pretense of seeking medical treatment, leaving behind a hidden danger.

And if Zhou Chenyan had the slightest chance to catch his breath, he would turn the tide.

Now Zhou Chenyan has returned, he won’t spare anyone.

"I have no regrets," Zhou Chenyuan breathed heavily, "my only regret is that I didn’t kill him at the start."

Instead, due to the old master’s and his own secret guilt, they allowed Zhou Chenyan to rise and collude with Zhou Jinzhong.

By the time he thought to do that deed, it was too late.

"Don’t talk like that," Lin Yu covered his lips with her hand, crying uncontrollably, "Chenyuan, Ah Lin is still here, Ah Lin will protect me."

Thinking of Zhou Lin, Zhou Chenyuan could only sigh, "He’s stronger than I am."

At least, he would not compromise.

But would try by all means to put an end to it all.

He was just afraid he couldn’t defeat Zhou Chenyan.

"Next life... let me meet you first..." Zhou Chenyuan reached up to touch Lin Yu’s cheek before his hand heavily dropped.

Lin Yu knelt by the bed, covering her mouth and crying out loud.

Zhou Chenyuan died.

The funeral followed his instructions to keep things simple.

Past nine in the evening, Cheng Zhiwei persuaded Lin Yu to rest for a while, and upon exiting the room, she encountered Meng Qiancheng.

To be precise, he was waiting outside for her to come out.

Cheng Zhiwei paused, then attempted to leave without a word.

Meng Qiancheng spoke first, "Weiwei."

His tone was as gentle as ever.

But Cheng Zhiwei no longer felt it to be brotherly; instead, it was now just strange.

Nevertheless, she nodded politely, "Mr. Meng."

Mr. Meng?

Meng Qiancheng’s fingers curled up instantly, a flare of anger crossing his heart, but he concealed it.

He slowly smiled and said, "I thought, when you dragged me into the sea, all the past grievances between us were erased."

Cheng Zhiwei looked up at him quietly.

The light was behind him, with him standing against it, making it hard to see his expression clearly.

"If everything could be erased with a stroke, then perhaps there wouldn’t be so much hatred in this world. Your father would not have returned from afar to seize power," she said evenly, her tone dripping with irony.

Irony - that Meng Qiancheng stood there with feigned sincerity, speaking of erasing all with a stroke.

If he really could do that, he would have stayed abroad for life and never return.

Meng Qiancheng’s amiable expression cracked.

He tilted his head, contemplatively staring at Cheng Zhiwei, with a hint of lament, "I heard you’re the mother of three children now; it seems to have changed you a lot."

Cheng Zhiwei didn’t want to have an extensive conversation with him there, with so many guests around. If seen, it would certainly lead to idle talk.

"I have things to do, I must be going," she said coolly, turning to leave.

But Meng Qiancheng blocked her way with a turn of his body, his voice low and intimate, "Weiwei, let’s talk."

"There is no need."

"Weiwei, do you really have to be so cold-hearted towards me?"

Cheng Zhiwei frowned in annoyance; the scene was indeed suffocating.

"Enough, Meng Qiancheng."

"Weiwei..."

"Zhiwei." From the end of the hallway, He Ye suddenly spoke up, breaking the suffocating atmosphere.