The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 47 Deliberately Arranged

Chapter 47: Chapter 47 Deliberately Arranged

Cheng Zhiwei erupted into a terrifying coughing fit, clutching at her throat as she convulsed, shrinking into herself. The thick scent of blood spread to every corner of her mouth, reminding her that she might really become mute.

Wang Mei called the driver over, and together they helped Cheng Zhiwei into the car and went to the hospital.

Meng Qiancheng had just finished his rounds and returned when he saw that Cheng Zhiwei had tortured herself into this state again. His temper flared, and he called her by her full name, "Cheng Zhiwei, are you trying to anger me to death?"

This time, the external pressure was the last straw.

Her entire throat had swelled up.

"You must be hospitalized," Meng Qiancheng wrote out the orders and instructed Wang Mei to go pay, "I should’ve known I needed to watch over you personally."

Cheng Zhiwei wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying because she was engrossed in the news on her phone, where the headline "Young President Zhou of Zhou Group Suspected of Murder" glared prominently in the trending searches. Clicking on it even revealed a video of a man kneeling and wailing at the entrance of Zhou Group’s building.

The timestamp was from this morning, when the police had come to her house for questioning.

Meng Qiancheng saw this and, annoyed, snatched the phone away from her, "He almost strangled you to death, why do you still care about him?"

Cheng Zhiwei didn’t care about Zhou Lin; what she was thinking was that the man was adamantly accusing Zhou Lin of being the murderer, even causing a scene at Zhou Group’s door – it all seemed too deliberate, as if someone had orchestrated it.

It was because of such a deliberate setup that a trace of doubt began to stir in the depths of Cheng Zhiwei’s heart – maybe, just maybe, it had nothing to do with Zhou Lin?

But then again, what did this have to do with her? She and Zhou Lin had already fallen out. Whether he was innocent or not, the police would find out.

There were enough people to care about that.

In the afternoon, He Ye and Xu Tian came.

Xu Tian had lost a lot of weight, but her sharp tongue was the same as ever, cursing Bai Zhuzhu and Zhou Lin, carefully avoiding any mention of whether she had been ill-treated at the police station – Cheng Zhiwei knew she was doing it so she wouldn’t worry.

This version of Xu Tian, who she had helped to rescue, made Cheng Zhiwei feel it was worth it.

Cheng Zhiwei asked He Ye to take Xu Tian home, then settled down quietly in the hospital for treatment.

However, this tranquility was soon shattered.

The man who had made a commotion at the entrance of Zhou Group now caused a stir at the hospital, insisting Cheng Zhiwei testify for him, claiming she had witnessed Zhou Lin committing murder at the scene. In short, he was adamant about seeing Cheng Zhiwei, but was barred by security and couldn’t enter, so he made a ruckus at the entrance instead.

Cheng Zhiwei quietly observed from the window, without any intention of going down.

"Weiwei, you’re still here," Meng Qiancheng panted with relief, walked over to stand by her, and looked down with her, "What on earth is going on?"

Cheng Zhiwei simply shook her head.

She couldn’t put it into words even if she wanted to.

"Zhou Lin has been cruel and vicious to you, you..." Meng Qiancheng hesitated, "No matter what you do, it would be understandable."

Cheng Zhiwei looked at Meng Qiancheng, confused, her bright eyes serene as still waters.

Meng Qiancheng’s intended words rolled around in his throat several times, seeming incredibly difficult to vocalize. He finally let out a pained sigh, "Weiwei, what I mean is, Zhou Lin is just scum. He hurt you like that, so why should he still have a good life? If you want to do anything, it would be his just deserts."

Zhiwei’s cheeks under the sunlight were pale, with blue veins faintly visible. She looked down at the man below, her gaze deepening bit by bit.

"Weiwei." Meng Qiancheng raised his hand to touch her hair, gently and softly calling her name, "I’m not leaving after returning this time. If you are willing, I will always take care of you."

"That man downstairs, he came because of Zhou Lin, but now he intends to drag you into this mess. Look, it’s Zhou Lin who has brought you trouble, causing you such distress. He really doesn’t deserve to be a good husband."

In the window, Meng Qiancheng’s expression was reflected, somewhat obscure.

Zhiwei’s gaze hardened as she shook her head. She understood Meng Qiancheng’s meaning. She could use the man downstairs to take revenge on Zhou Lin, but if she did that, what difference would there be between her and Zhou Lin? Besides, after making such a scene to save Xu Tian, she was now physically and mentally exhausted. She truly had no energy left to scheme against Zhou Lin.

Meng Qiancheng’s eyes darkened slightly, and he smiled faintly, "Alright, we’ll do as our Weiwei says. The most important thing now is to recover your voice."

Some things, there’s no rush.

Just then, the door to the sickroom was pushed open. Bai Zhuzhu, with her hair disheveled, glared at Zhiwei with hatred and asked shrilly, "Cheng Zhiwei, why are you doing this?"

Zhiwei turned around, her gaze cold and unmoving as she looked at her, devoid of even a trace of variation, making any expression of disgust seem superfluous.

"Why did you say those things to the police? Do you know how hard you’ve made it for Brother Lin?" She stood there, her eyes swollen with tears, appearing as if she’d do anything out of love for Zhou Lin, "If you have an issue, take it up with me. Why are you making things hard for Brother Lin, why are you treating him like this when you were the one who wronged him in the beginning?"

The reason Bai Zhuzhu mentioned ’making things hard’ was because Lin Yu found out about Zhiwei being poisoned, prompting Zhou Chenyuan to personally call the chief of police to ensure a thorough investigation into Zhiwei’s poisoning, insisting on impartial justice. This meant the police investigation would inevitably be meticulous, and the truth would surface sooner or later.

Her bluster here was aimed at provoking Zhiwei, wanting to convince her that even knowing the truth, Zhou Lin would still stand by Bai Zhuzhu.

But Zhiwei had long given up on Zhou Lin, and Bai Zhuzhu’s deliberate choice of words, apart from appearing laughable to Zhiwei, had no other effect.

Perhaps her heart still ached, but she had long grown accustomed to this pain.

Her cold expression was like that of someone watching a clown’s performance.

Bai Zhuzhu bit her lip, clutching the corner of her clothes and shedding pitiable tears, switching to a pleading tone, "Sister Zhiwei, I beg you, please let Brother Lin go. He really can’t take much more of you pushing him."

Push him?

If Zhiwei could speak, she really would have liked to ask Bai Zhuzhu, hadn’t it always been them forcing her?

From Bai Zhuzhu shamelessly using her master bedroom to stealing her opportunities, and then framing Xu Tian—all these acts were initiated by Bai Zhuzhu, were they not all provocations by her?

"Sister Zhiwei, you already have the astonishingly talented Senior He Ye and such a gentle Doctor Meng. Why can’t you be satisfied? Why do you keep clinging to Brother Lin?" With a single phrase, Bai Zhuzhu almost branded Zhiwei with the words ’wanton woman,’ "I only have Brother Lin, and our relationship is pure and innocent. Why just can’t you tolerate me?"

Zhiwei stood quietly, Bai Zhuzhu’s questioning and sobbing voice in her ears seemingly merging with the accusation from Zhou Lin that morning about her inability to tolerate others,

So disgusting.

Fingernails almost fully buried into her palm, Zhiwei closed her eyes and tugged at Meng Qiancheng’s clothes, silently opening her mouth, "Get her out."