The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 62: It was just learning to repeat what he had done.

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: It was just learning to repeat what he had done.

Meng Qiancheng and Seo Zhenzhen were both children sponsored by the Cheng Family, and they had both lived in the Cheng household. Meng Qiancheng’s stay was shorter, but during those four years, they had a good relationship.

Meng Qiancheng didn’t expect Cheng Zhiwei to ask him this, and was taken aback. The gaze behind his glasses flickered imperceptibly before he slowly said, "We’ve been in touch once, she initiated contact with me."

Cheng Zhiwei was caressing her cup, gazing at the misty steam. She thought there was something wrong with her thoughts. It was the grudge between her and Seo Zhenzhen, but in her heart, she hoped that Meng Qiancheng wouldn’t associate with Seo Zhenzhen.

With a bitter smile, she discarded her selfish thoughts and spoke again, "You once said that Bai Zhuzhu resembled Seo Zhenzhen, that’s when I knew, Bai Zhuzhu was her sister, her very own sister."

"I only found out after returning too," Meng Qiancheng said, taking a seat beside her, his gaze always gentle, "Weiwei, Zhou Lin never truly liked you, why are you still troubled by these matters?"

"I... I just..." Cheng Zhiwei found the words in her heart hard to voice. She just felt that after so many years, it wasn’t worth it; she wanted to...

"Do you want him to suffer as well?"

His voice was extremely faint, carrying a slight and barely perceivable seductiveness.

Meng Qiancheng pushed his glasses up slightly, his eyes warm and gentle, but beneath that gentleness, something was germinating.

"Weiwei, there’s nothing wrong with your love. The one at fault is Zhou Lin, he shouldn’t have provoked you while at the same time entangling himself with Seo Zhenzhen, turning you two against each other, even to the point of paying a price for it. Look, after making such a mess, he still married you, and now, for Seo Zhenzhen, he’s abandoned you again."

Every word pierced Cheng Zhiwei’s heart, dredging up the restrained unwillingness and thoughts that couldn’t be spoken aloud to others, one by one.

"Weiwei, you spent the best years of your life on Zhou Lin, only to be met with his revenge time and again. Previously, it was you, now it’s your uncle and aunt. In the future, who else will suffer because of him?" Meng Qiancheng’s eyes gleamed with resolve and confidence.

"I’ve said it before, if anything happens to him, that’s his retribution," Meng Qiancheng said emphatically, "None of the Zhou Family are good people."

Cheng Zhiwei bit her lip, staring at the cup that no longer steamed, her mind a battleground. Meng Qiancheng was right, whatever happened, it would be Zhou Lin’s retribution, she was clearly not in the wrong, but they insisted on painting her as the villain.

No, no, no... another voice rose in her mind. She couldn’t do such a thing. Divorce was the best choice after all. She and Zhou Lin were worlds apart; she should finalize the divorce and distance herself from Zhou Lin as soon as possible. That would be better.

She remained silent.

Disappointment flickered through Meng Qiancheng’s eyes, but he quickly concealed his emotions and gently smoothed Cheng Zhiwei’s hair, "Our Weiwei is just too kind. If I were in your shoes, I would have made Zhou Lin’s life a misery."

A sigh escaped him, filled with helplessness.

Cheng Zhiwei placed the cup on the table, her voice floating gently, "I just want to lead a simple life."

She needed to hurry and get the divorce, staying far away from Zhou Lin.

As for revenge, Cheng Zhiwei was well aware that causing trouble for Zhou Lin would be futile, and besides, if it came down to the Zhou Family’s interests, Zhou Chenyuan and Lin Yu wouldn’t just stand by and watch.

Although her marriage was unhappy, both Zhou Chenyuan and Lin Yu had treated her exceedingly well; Cheng Zhiwei couldn’t bring herself to do anything that would hurt them.

Meng Qiancheng didn’t continue the conversation, "Zhang Yuanheng has prescribed you some medicine; your throat should recover soon. I’ll drive you home."

"There’s no need, Doctor Meng," a neither salty nor bland male voice rang out. Zhou Lin appeared at the door expressionless, his indifference scholarly as he glanced at Cheng Zhiwei, "Cheng Zhiwei, come here."

Cheng Zhiwei ignored him, raising the corners of her lips to Meng Qiancheng, "I’ll go back by myself, you get on with your work."

Meng Qiancheng playfully flicked her forehead, his words carrying a subtle message, "Come to me if there’s anything. Don’t be foolish and get mad anymore; the madder you get, the happier it makes some people. Don’t ruin your health over it."

Cheng Zhiwei touched her forehead, her smile bright and radiant, "I understand, Brother Qiancheng, goodbye."

"Goodbye, I’ll find you for lunch once I’m done being busy."

"Sure."

The two talked about having dinner as if no one else was around, with Zhou Lin’s face growing increasingly dark, thoughts tumbling in his eyes.

Cheng Zhiwei picked up her purse and left, brushing past Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin unceremoniously reached out and grabbed her wrist, his large palm completely encircling her slender wrist. Cheng Zhiwei was annoyed, her eyes full of cold light.

Zhou Lin ignored her, holding onto her wrist without changing his grip, and met Meng Qiancheng’s gaze head-on, sparks flying between them.

He warned directly, "Stay away from her."

Meng Qiancheng pushed his glasses up and smiled leisurely, "Those four words, you should also take to heart, Young President Zhou."

Zhou Lin looked at him deeply and dragged Cheng Zhiwei away.

Meng Qiancheng’s face turned cold in an instant, extremely frigid.

Zhou Lin pulled Cheng Zhiwei all the way to the parking lot, forcefully pressed her against the car door, and said coldly, "I warned you, stay away from Meng Qiancheng."

Cheng Zhiwei couldn’t move and just looked at him mockingly, "It’s none of your business."

It was a look that showed she didn’t believe him at all.

Zhou Lin pinched her chin, leaned in close, his unique scent instantly enveloping her, making it difficult for Cheng Zhiwei to breathe.

His handsome face was covered with frost as he said, "Stupid, he never intended to cure your throat, don’t you understand yet?"

Cheng Zhiwei met his gaze unflinchingly, her voice laced with icy sarcasm, "He has already explained it."

"Explained it, or just found a scapegoat?" Zhou Lin’s lips curled into a cold smirk, "With such clumsy methods, how can you be so foolish, not to see through them?"

He was very angry.

Cheng Zhiwei laughed softly, "Me? I just unconditionally... trust him."

For the first time, Zhou Lin felt a sense of powerlessness overwhelm him, especially those last two words, which seemed deliberately provocative to him.

"You trust him?"

Cheng Zhiwei lifted the corners of her lips, her smile suddenly brilliant, "I trust him, just like you trust Seo Zhenzhen."

Zhou Lin’s chest heaved, a surge of anger making him dizzy, "Don’t fucking drag Zhenzhen into everything."

As his words landed, he faced Cheng Zhiwei’s sarcastic, disdainful smile, "Zhou Lin, aren’t you being too double-standard? You can unconditionally trust Seo Zhenzhen, but why can’t I trust Brother Qiancheng? I do trust him, what can you do about it?"

Every word was a challenge.

Zhou Lin was filled with a cold fury, the hostility in his brow and eyes intensified; he pulled open the car door and shoved Cheng Zhiwei inside.

Cheng Zhiwei sneered. Seo Zhenzhen really was his precious treasure; just mentioning her was enough to infuriate him like this.

Yet she had only repeated what he had done before. Why was he so angry, acting as if she had wronged him?