The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 46 You never went this far for Seo Zhenzhen back then, did you?

Chapter 46: Chapter 46 You never went this far for Seo Zhenzhen back then, did you?

"You can protect her, but let me tell you, if I find out it’s her, this time I won’t be merciful." Lin Yu issued a stern threat; this time, she meant to follow through.

"I will handle this matter," Zhou Lin said, looking down, emotion undetectable in his voice.

Lin Yu wanted to say something, but ultimately sighed in resignation before finally saying, "Take good care of Zhiwei."

Cheng Zhiwei lay in bed, closed her eyes, and the vision of that person plummeting before her resurfaced—too gory for her to fall asleep.

The room’s light was on as well, giving her some sense of peace.

She woke up the next day with dark circles under her eyes.

Wang Mei knocked on the door, "Young Madam, the police are here."

After changing her clothes, Cheng Zhiwei looked out the window and saw the police car in the yard; presumably, the police hadn’t discovered any clues overnight and had come to question her again.

At the police station yesterday, the police questioned her, but no matter what they asked, she remained silent, appearing dazed, as if scared witless, and eventually, the police gave up and didn’t continue.

But she knew they would come back to question her sooner or later.

The sound of a lock clicking came from behind; Cheng Zhiwei turned around and saw Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin looked crisp and energetic, unaffected by yesterday’s events, and Cheng Zhiwei couldn’t help thinking how heartless this man must be to remain so indifferent.

One day, for the sake of venting anger on Seo Zhenzhen, he could even go as far as to break her legs.

Lost in thought, Zhou Lin finally spoke, "The police are here, Cheng Zhiwei, go downstairs."

Cheng Zhiwei tugged at the corner of her lip, a coldness blossoming layer by layer in her eyes. She walked up to him, her voice hoarse. "Release Xu Tian."

Zhou Lin narrowed his eyes, and in a flash, rage swept through his reason, yanking Cheng Zhiwei in front of him, he sneered coldly at her icy face, "Are you threatening me with this?"

Cheng Zhiwei fearlessly met his gaze, repeating, "Release Xu Tian."

Zhou Lin pushed her away fiercely, and Cheng Zhiwei tumbled onto the bed. Clutching the covers tightly, she no longer cared about whether that person’s suicide was related to Zhou Lin or not; she only knew this was a good opportunity to save Xu Tian.

She could have spoken slower yesterday and said something, but she didn’t, waiting for this chance to negotiate.

Zhou Lin’s chest was knotted with complex emotions such as disappointment and betrayal; he had never imagined that Cheng Zhiwei would do such a thing.

She knew full well that he would never do that kind of thing.

"Cheng Zhiwei, do you think this will threaten me?" he reminded her angrily of this fact.

Cheng Zhiwei leisurely brushed the hair falling in front of her ears, revealing a pale and cool cheek. "Legally, I am still your wife; someone will believe what I say."

Zhou Lin scoffed contemptuously, "Someone as despicable as you has no right to be my wife."

Cheng Zhiwei pulled open a drawer and threw the divorce agreement in front of Zhou Lin, "Sign it, or release Xu Tian."

She bet Zhou Lin would choose the latter.

After all, just one word from her as Young Madam Zhou could significantly impact him.

And he did not want a divorce.

Zhou Lin’s face was grim as he let out a sinister sneer and took out his phone to call Secretary Zhang, squeezing the words through gritted teeth, "Release Xu Tian."

He did not hesitate—indeed showed no hesitation in choosing the former, not even considering divorce.

After putting down the phone, he grabbed Cheng Zhiwei’s chin, his face coming close to hers, his voice as dark as a demon from hell. "Cheng Zhiwei, remember what you did today."

During these days, his patience and compassion for her had already dissipated entirely.

A terrible chill emanated from his body, and he left.

Cheng Zhiwei stood up, straightened her clothes, and went downstairs.

The police asked her about the situation at the scene yesterday. Cheng Zhiwei told the truth, only mentioning that Zhou Lin just happened to come out of the apartment building’s main entrance when the person jumped.

Thus, the person jumped after Zhou Lin had left, and although it didn’t rule out other suspects, at least it could prove that it wasn’t Zhou Lin who pushed the person from the rooftop.

The police then asked Cheng Zhiwei why she went to look for that person.

Cheng Zhiwei sat upright on the sofa, her hands resting on her knees, her gaze lifting slightly to meet Zhou Lin’s.

Zhou Lin understood her meaning in an instant, his complexion changed as he was about to speak, but she had already slowly said, "Because I suspected she was instigated to drug me and harm my vocal cords."

"Who?" The police looked at each other, promptly asking.

"Cheng Zhiwei, your throat is uncomfortable, don’t talk." Zhou Lin spoke first, his eyes containing a warning.

Cheng Zhiwei took a deep breath and exhaled the name, "Bai Zhuzhu."

The air turned oppressively tense in an instant.

The police asked some other questions, but Cheng Zhiwei’s throat was sore, so she wrote down the answers.

An hour later, the police finally left.

The door "clicked" shut.

Zhou Lin grabbed Cheng Zhiwei’s shoulders, dragging her up from the sofa, and called out her name word by word, filled with a hatred wishing to grind her to dust, "Cheng Zhiwei, do you know the impact this will have on her, are you really so intolerant?"

Cheng Zhiwei laughed sarcastically. How could she be considered intolerant? If Bai Zhuzhu hadn’t provoked her time and again, bullying her, she wouldn’t have cared at all about how close or affectionate they were.

"Young Master," Wang Mei rushed over, anxiously urging him, "Young Madam still has injuries, please be gentle."

Cheng Zhiwei’s elbows, forehead, and even her back still bore the marks of bruises – those left by Zhou Lin when he was protecting Bai Zhuzhu without a thought for Cheng Zhiwei.

A night had passed, and they were less conspicuous, but still a shocking sight.

Zhou Lin saw them but only felt disgust and impatience. He warned Cheng Zhiwei in a deep voice, "I’ve already released Xu Tian. You better stop at this point, otherwise, I fear she won’t last many days outside before she has to go back in."

"Zhou Lin." Cheng Zhiwei coughed twice and laughed mockingly, "You know very well why my throat is like this, otherwise you wouldn’t have gone looking for her, would you?"

"See, you know what kind of person she is, yet you still protect her. What are you, Bai Zhuzhu’s lapdog? Even with Seo Zhenzhen back then, you weren’t like this."

The words ’Seo Zhenzhen’ completely shattered Zhou Lin’s rationality.

The hands that had been clutching her shoulders moved up to Cheng Zhiwei’s neck, Zhou Lin’s veins bulging, and he looked as ferocious as a beast.

"Cheng Zhiwei, you’re asking for death."

"Young Master." Wang Mei’s face turned pale with shock as she tried to pull Zhou Lin, "Stop it... Young Madam can’t breathe, Young Master..."

Cheng Zhiwei couldn’t catch her breath, but she only looked at Zhou Lin and laughed, her gaze neurotic as she watched him, provocatively laughing like a daredevil.

Her breath grew scarcer, her chest ached with the strain, and the intense pressure on her neck exacerbated the already damaged vocal cords.

"Young Master, if you don’t let go now, Young Madam will really lose her ability to speak forever," Wang Mei screamed.

Zhou Lin abruptly let go, coldly and indifferently said, "It would be for the best if she became a mute."