The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 450 Give it to Him

Chapter 450: Chapter 450 Give it to Him

Cheng Zhiwei looked at Zhou Lin, who had suddenly appeared by her side, and was extremely surprised. She asked subconsciously, "Why have you come back?"

Although the look in his eyes still held some resentments, his tone was extremely gentle, "I’ve come to pick you up from work."

Cheng Zhiwei glanced at the time, "But I’m not off work yet."

"That’s okay, I can wait here," Zhou Lin responded, very understanding, "After all, I have nothing but time now, unlike President He, who is busy all day."

He Ye didn’t mind his sarcastic tone but instead stood up generously, "Zhiwei, I’m leaving first. Once the studio moves, I’ll come to see you, Yangyang, and Xingxing."

Cheng Zhiwei nodded, "Goodbye, senior."

A shadow flickered in Zhou Lin’s eyes as he watched He Ye’s retreating figure get into the car through the glass.

He really knew how to take advantage of loopholes, moving with such a carefree air that it made himself look like a persistent clown.

Still, such gentlemanly behavior was doomed to make him the loser.

Zhou Lin turned his gaze away, landing it on the bouquet of red roses, and snorted coldly to Cheng Zhiwei who had already stood up to leave, "Don’t want the roses? Those were specially given to you by your senior."

He hadn’t spoken much since his return, but every word was tinged with sarcasm.

Cheng Zhiwei looked at him for a while, then went over to carefully pick up the roses and hugged them in her arms, her smile blossoming, "Thanks for the reminder."

She returned to the company with the roses.

Zhou Lin: "..."

She really dared to take them.

It left him grinding his teeth in irritation.

He also liked to get angry, especially upon seeing He Ye, which made him feel full of crisis and bristle like an irritated cat.

As soon as Cheng Zhiwei entered the company, she attracted various kinds of looks and even received nods and greetings from some.

It was treatment she had never received before.

Cheng Zhiwei didn’t mind; she nodded back at those who greeted her and then calmly accepted all sorts of scrutinizing looks.

She went to find Ding Kun.

Ding Kun, holding a contract, was lost in thought at his desk.

Cheng Zhiwei placed the roses in front of him, "What’s wrong? Is the contract signed?"

Ding Kun’s eyes were red, and he sounded despondent, "I’m sorry."

Cheng Zhiwei tapped on the table, "Sorry?"

Ding Kun’s voice was hoarse and slightly trembling, "Sorry, sister, they insisted on taking the contract."

It turned out that shortly after Cheng Zhiwei and He Ye left, Ding Kun had received a message from Bai Xue inviting him to meet.

He went to the rooftop.

Bai Xue was standing at the railing, looking down.

Ding Kun’s heart skipped a beat and he instinctively showed concern, "Xuexue, don’t stand there, it’s dangerous."

Bai Xue chuckled, her delicate face blooming like a flower, her tone unusually familiar, "How come you’re still so unflappable as before?"

Ding Kun pursed his lips, his fingers gripped tight and then slowly relaxed, looking a bit colder, "Did you call me here for something?"

He knew what it was about, but he couldn’t help but ask.

Bai Xue slowly walked over to him, stating uprightly and confidently, "Give that contract to Brother Zhang."

Zhang Feng was Bai Xue’s manager.

Due to his seniority, everyone called him "Brother."

Ding Kun turned pale, disappointment in his eyes as he looked at Bai Xue, "Bai Xue, that’s meant for Cheng Zhiwei, not for anyone else."

Bai Xue’s beautiful brows slightly furrowed, seemingly puzzled by Ding Kun’s refusal.

Especially for someone he had just met a few days ago.

Not enough benefits?

She added, "Brother Zhang has promised to give you one million. Ding Kun, do you know what one million means? It means you can leave here, lead a better life back home, get married, and have children."

That was indeed very tempting for the average person.

Yet Ding Kun did not agree; he came here only to lose all hope.

"I said, it’s not yours—it’s for Cheng Zhiwei from President He."

Bai Xue’s face turned cold, "Ding Kun, must you be this way?"

Ding Kun turned to walk away.

Only to find Wen Jie standing at the doorway.

He was smoking carelessly, looking down on Ding Kun contemptuously, "Ding Kun, you should know these kinds of opportunities are too big for Cheng Zhiwei. Giving it to Zhang Feng would be good for both you and Cheng Zhiwei."

"I can also promise you that I will sign you and give you decent opportunities in the future."

Ding Kun clenched his fists.

"And Cheng Zhiwei, she’s just a newcomer in the company, getting such a big opportunity might not be good for her," Wen Jie threatened, "You don’t want her to be unable to stay here, right?"

Ding Kun’s face changed again and again, "The contract personally delivered by President He, even if I gave it to you, what would you do if he finds out you switched people? He would be angry."

Bai Xue saw an opening and quickly spoke, "I am not trying to steal her opportunity, just hoping to add my name to that contract and participate with Cheng Zhiwei."

In this situation, Ding Kun wasn’t going to gain anything.

But Bai Xue thought one million was compensation enough.

Ding Kun’s eyes were red; he had no choice.

Even if he felt humiliated.

But he was helpless.

"Cheng Zhiwei won’t agree."

"Then you have to persuade her."

Ding Kun had nothing to say, finally only able to mutter, "Fine."

Bai Xue smiled gently, "Thank you, Ding Kun."

Wen Jie scoffed disdainfully, "At least you know what’s good for you."

This was why Ding Kun apologized; he felt useless. Cheng Zhiwei had given him such a good opportunity, but he couldn’t keep it.

And now he was dragging Cheng Zhiwei down too.

And if Bai Xue got involved, Cheng Zhiwei would likely be pushed aside.

And if President He found out the contract had been altered without his knowledge, who knew if he would get angry or if it would impact Cheng Zhiwei.

Countless issues weighed on Ding Kun, and he could solve none of them.

"Let her have it," Cheng Zhiwei said indifferently.

Ding Kun looked up, "What?"

He thought he heard wrong.

"But..."

"Just one more or one less person, that’s all," Cheng Zhiwei knew how much Ding Kun had been wronged.

She finally felt a trace of compassion.

Ding Kun suddenly stood up, his voice still nasal, "Then I... sister, I’ll take you out to eat."

Cheng Zhiwei’s head buzzed a bit, "Do you really like crying? Xuexue didn’t break up with you just because of this, did she?"

"I didn’t," Ding Kun was embarrassed.

No matter how you looked at him, he just seemed like someone easy to bully.

So innocent.

No wonder he had struggled in the entertainment industry for so long and couldn’t make a splash.

For a moment, Cheng Zhiwei wasn’t sure who was leading whom.

"No need."

"No, I must treat you," Ding Kun pulled out a bank card, "There’s one million here, I’ll share half with you."

"Huh?"

"It’s the compensation Zhang Feng offered," said Ding Kun through gritted teeth, "Don’t turn down free money."

Cheng Zhiwei smiled, suddenly finding him somewhat amusing.

"Alright, let’s go eat."