The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 42 How should I beg, by kneeling down before you?

Chapter 42: Chapter 42 How should I beg, by kneeling down before you?

Bai Zhuzhu’s voice had barely faded when she suddenly, fiercely slapped her own face, immediately leaving a bright red handprint on her cheek.

She then messed up her own hair and squeezed tears from her eyes. At the same time, the two black-clad bodyguards had already let go of Cheng Zhiwei.

In a mere instant, Bai Zhuzhu covered her cheek and began her sob-filled performance, "Sister Zhiwei, I know I was wrong. Please don’t hit me, don’t hit me. I’ll definitely beg Brother Lin to release Miss Xu."

The next second, a force from behind Cheng Zhiwei pushed her forcefully away. Caught off guard, she fell to the ground, her elbow striking the floor hard and sending waves of severe pain.

And Bai Zhuzhu had already been picked up, with Zhou Lin gently and tenderly asking, "Zhuzhu, are you alright?"

At the same time, a cold and deep gaze swept over Cheng Zhiwei and landed on the two black-clad bodyguards, "Are you dead? You just watch her getting bullied and do nothing to stop it?"

One of them said in a low voice, "Miss Bai said she meant no harm, so we just..."

"Brother Lin, don’t be angry. Sister Zhiwei didn’t mean it. She was just worried about Miss Xu and that’s why she did it." Bai Zhuzhu nestled in Zhou Lin’s arms, speaking in the most fragile voice, but from Cheng Zhiwei’s angle, she could just make out Bai Zhuzhu’s provocative smile.

His piercing gaze was as sharp as ice, stabbing towards Cheng Zhiwei from Zhou Lin’s eyes—the hate, loathing, and disgust in them so vividly clear.

"Cheng Zhiwei, can’t you even plead properly?"

A dense pain covered her entire heart, spreading to every limb, as Cheng Zhiwei slowly stood up. There was a moment when her rationality nearly shattered but she pressed it down and pulled it back together.

Zhou Lin said she was there to beg Bai Zhuzhu, and he wasn’t wrong. She had indeed come to plead.

Bowing and scraping was the attitude she was supposed to have.

Her dark eyes unblinkingly fixed on Zhou Lin, her voice incredibly strained, "How should I beg you, do you want me to kneel down and beg?"

"Sister Zhiwei, please don’t be like this." Bai Zhuzhu flopped down from the sickbed, wanting to get close to Cheng Zhiwei, but feeling scared, she carefully reached for Cheng Zhiwei’s clothes.

Cheng Zhiwei frowned in disgust and stepped back, avoiding her.

Bai Zhuzhu held back tears, her lips quivering pitifully, "Sister Zhiwei."

Zhou Lin, with his arm around Bai Zhuzhu’s waist, carried her back, "You’re not fully healed, why are you moving around?"

The bright and shining concern was something Cheng Zhiwei had never been privy to.

She closed her eyes, tucking away those sour emotions deep inside her heart. As she watched Bai Zhuzhu’s mouth open and close, "Even if I had been killed in that incident, it wouldn’t be Miss Xu’s fault. Brother Lin, please don’t fight with Sister Zhiwei over me. I’m really fine, I’m doing very well."

While Bai Zhuzhu claimed to be doing well, she reached up to rub her forehead and nestled weakly into Zhou Lin’s embrace, "Brother Lin, I... I feel a bit dizzy..."

Zhou Lin called for a doctor, then comforted Bai Zhuzhu, asking her to lie down in bed, before walking over to Cheng Zhiwei, looking down at her from a superior position, "Cheng Zhiwei, Zhuzhu was just stabilizing, and you come to distress her. Aren’t you being too cold-blooded?"

Cheng Zhiwei looked up, her eyes devoid of any emotion, staring straight at Zhou Lin as if he wasn’t the lover she was supposed to be most intimate with, but rather a stranger with whom she was somewhat acquainted, "Zhou Lin, what will it take for you to release Xu Tian?"

She had realized by now, Bai Zhuzhu was never going to let Xu Tian go; she could only turn to Zhou Lin now.

If Zhou Lin refused to help, she still had to beg him for assistance.

As expected, Zhou Lin’s indifferent expression was laced with mockery, "I will not let Xu Tian off. Cheng Zhiwei, I advise you to be sensible, persuade Xu Tian to sign off early, and take responsibility for her actions."

"Zhou Lin, we have at least had three years of matrimonial affection. I’ve never asked you for anything before, but this time, I’m begging you, please let Xu Tian go." Cheng Zhiwei mustered tremendous courage to utter such words about three years of matrimonial affection.

In truth, there was no such affection between them.

"If you agree to let her go, I promise I’ll never appear before you and Bai Zhuzhu again," Cheng Zhiwei offered her final compromise; she had reached her limit.

After saying so much, the strain on my throat reached its limit, and I couldn’t control the two soft coughs that escaped.

Zhou Lin’s face instantly turned ugly, "Shut up."

"Sister Zhiwei, honestly, I think it’s not a big deal for Miss Xu to be detained in the police station for a few days. It’s actually a good opportunity for her to endure some hardship and change her character. Don’t worry, I have connections there. I’ll make sure they take good care of Miss Xu, and absolutely won’t let her suffer."

Yet Cheng Zhiwei could hear the coercion and warning in that voice.

She suddenly lost all her strength, feeling a mix of irritation and oppression, "Zhou Lin, what exactly do you want?"

The impatience in her tone left Zhou Lin indifferent, with a scoff he said, "I’ve said it before, when asking for favors, one must show the appropriate attitude. Cheng Zhiwei, is this the attitude of someone seeking a favor?"

"Zhou Lin, Xu Tian is innocent."

"Can a single claim of innocence nullify everything?" Zhou Lin said with a sarcastic lift of his lips. "Cheng Zhiwei, aren’t you being too naive?"

"Do you really want me to kneel before you?" Cheng Zhiwei’s fists clenched with difficulty.

"Can you do it?"

It was a standoff, neither willing to back down.

Suddenly, Cheng Zhiwei felt resigned, realizing that all Zhou Lin wanted was to see her, Cheng Zhiwei, bow down before them.

Her knees bent, and she knelt down.

Humiliating?

Humiliating.

But no matter how humiliating, it was futile beyond showing her current weakness and powerlessness. Indeed, she could not save Xu Tian; she had no choice but to do this.

"Sister Zhiwei," Bai Zhuzhu’s voice was filled with suppressed excitement, the thrill making her want to laugh out loud three times. If it weren’t for Zhou Lin’s presence, she would certainly record this moment with her phone and share it, so that everyone would know that Cheng Zhiwei had knelt before her.

Zhou Lin himself was shocked, then furious. When Xu Tian had cursed him in every way imaginable, Cheng Zhiwei had never spoken a good word for him. And now, just because Xu Tian had been detained by the police, she was willing to kneel?

"Young Madam," Secretary Zhang was stunned.

If the lady knew of this, she wouldn’t know how Bai Zhuzhu would die.

Zhou Lin strode over to Cheng Zhiwei, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her up. The storm clouds gathered on his face as he grated out, "Cheng Zhiwei."

She had knelt so easily, did she still remember that she was his wife, the Young Madam of the Zhou Family?

Despicable.

Cheng Zhiwei stood up expressionless, coughed, the taste of blood in her mouth, "Release Xu Tian."

"Never," Zhou Lin said coldly with two words.

Cheng Zhiwei’s face instantly paled. At that moment, the word ’humiliated’ truly surged up from the depths of her heart. She realized then that from the very beginning, Zhou Lin never intended to let Xu Tian go.

He had her kneel to satisfy Bai Zhuzhu’s spite.

To humiliate her, Cheng Zhiwei.