The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 80: There’s No Limit to Zhou Lin’s Evil

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: There’s No Limit to Zhou Lin’s Evil

Meng Qiancheng’s voice still echoed in her ears, "At first, I also thought it was my negligence, but the more I think about it, I feel there’s something fishy about this whole thing."

Yes, something fishy.

But when you think about it carefully, the fishiness seems rational after all.

Bai Zhuzhu stole her opportunity, she accidentally got the interlude spot, even with so many online compliments about how good her voice sounded, then she was poisoned by Bai Zhuzhu, and her throat developed problems.

If her throat didn’t get better, she wouldn’t be able to complete Director Wen’s task, and when that time comes, if Director Wen replaces her, the interlude spot would also go to Bai Zhuzhu.

A chill rose from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, freezing her thoroughly.

Breathing became difficult.

"Weiwei, you... say something, please—I... shouldn’t have told you all this," Meng Qiancheng said anxiously, "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine," Cheng Zhiwei closed and then opened her eyes, now completely indifferent.

After hanging up the phone, she sat dazed on the bed, not even noticing her phone had slipped from her grasp.

"Thud, thud, thud."

The forceful knocking on the door, and Zhou Lin’s cold, impatient voice, "Cheng Zhiwei, what are you doing in the room, come out now."

Cheng Zhiwei trembled with her lashes, her gaze fixed on the door, staring intently.

Zhou Lin’s malice knew no bounds.

An oppressive suffocation surrounded her, she tried to get up but stumbled and fell to the floor, her head aching terribly as if some brute force wanted to burst out and smash everything, yet her body was completely lacking in strength, unable to even crawl.

As Zhou Lin called out without response for a long while, his complexion turned unsightly, and he called out for Wang Mei to bring the spare key.

Wang Mei quickly brought the key upstairs, and while handing it to Zhou Lin, couldn’t help but advise, "Young Master, no matter what the issue is, you should communicate well with the Young Madam, don’t upset her further."

These two months, Cheng Zhiwei visibly lost weight, even her spirits were down.

Wang Mei tried many recipes to cook nourishing soup for her, but couldn’t keep up with the rate at which she was losing weight.

And all this was because of Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin opened the door expressionlessly, and the first thing he saw was Cheng Zhiwei who had fallen beside the bed.

She lay on the ground, trembling as she reached for her cellphone, like a critically ill patient.

"Cheng Zhiwei."

"Young Madam."

The coldness on Zhou Lin’s face shattered in an instant, and he rushed in, scooping Cheng Zhiwei up in his arms, "Cheng Zhiwei."

His eyes scanned everything around her in a matter of seconds, and after spotting neither a pill bottle nor any pills, his tense chest eased.

Cheng Zhiwei was laid on the bed.

Her head bowed, her long hair messy, covering her expression.

"Young Madam, are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Wang Mei asked with concern, and then glanced at the location of her calf. Cheng Zhiwei sat on the bed with her legs bent, her skirt naturally riding up, revealing a wound on her calf that was bleeding anew.

"Go get the first aid kit and her medication," Zhou Lin ordered coldly, as he knelt to inspect Cheng Zhiwei’s wound.

But at his slight touch, Cheng Zhiwei retracted her calf away.

Her gaze was cold and emotionless.

Wang Mei brought in the first aid kit and the medication.

Zhou Lin rolled up his sleeves and took out the iodine, seemingly ready to treat Cheng Zhiwei’s wounds himself.

"I’ll do it myself," Cheng Zhiwei reached for it.

Zhou Lin lifted his head to look at her coldly, with no intent of handing it to her.

Cheng Zhiwei stubbornly bit her lip, the atmosphere taut.

"Let me do it," Wang Mei offered proactively, "I was the one who applied the medicine when the Young Madam got hurt before."

Zhou Lin took out a cotton swab and spoke indifferently, "Is dinner ready?"

Wang Mei paused, then quickly realized that Zhou Lin wanted to take care of Cheng Zhiwei himself, something that had never happened before, proving that Zhou Lin was willing at last to take Cheng Zhiwei into consideration.

She was delighted and said she would go and cook, then turned and left.

As the cotton swab was dipped in iodine, Zhou Lin steadied his hand and carefully approached Cheng Zhiwei’s wound. Just as he touched it, her leg shrank back.

Zhou Lin thought she was afraid of the pain, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly, softening his tone a bit, "I’ll be gentle, it won’t hurt."

Cheng Zhiwei lifted her foot onto the bed, pulled down her dress to cover her calf, and said, "Don’t trouble yourself."

Zhou Lin’s movements stiffened for a moment, her tone reverting to what it had been in the past, indistinguishable from her compliant and gentle manner over the past three years.

This should have been what he wanted. After all, he didn’t like Cheng Zhiwei. Cheng Zhiwei being quiet and obedient, practically invisible, was what he preferred to see. Her change of behavior recently, acting out of character, had been somewhat bothersome to him, even leading him to suspect she was playing hard to get.

Yet, when she reverted back to her previous demeanor, he found it somewhat unacceptable. Cheng Zhiwei like this suddenly felt like a stranger to him.

If Young President Zhou felt uncomfortable, he wouldn’t allow others to feel comfortable either.

He grabbed Cheng Zhiwei’s ankle with one hand, forcefully pulled her calf out from under her dress, and rested it on the edge of the bed. With the other hand, holding the cotton swab, he proceeded to disinfect her wound bit by bit.

He was even careful to avoid causing her pain, handling her with utmost care.

In their three years of marriage, this was the first time Cheng Zhiwei had received such considerate treatment.

Her nose felt sour, eyes rimming with red, but her heart was still.

Forget it, let him do as he pleases. If she offended him, who knows what he might think up to torment her.

Her calf remained still in place, and once it was taken care of, Cheng Zhiwei silently withdrew it and extended the other foot.

Her rounded toenails showed a healthy pink, and the top of her foot was fair and beautiful.

A beauty, indeed, every inch of her was beautiful.

Zhou Lin’s lips were pressed thinly, his gaze shifting away onto the wound, continuing to disinfect, apply medication, and cover it with gauze carefully.

Once done, Cheng Zhiwei said "Thank you."

A thank you devoid of emotion, indicating politeness and distance.

Then she hopped off the bed, threw on a jacket, pulled open the door, and left.

Zhou Lin slowly put away the medicine box, his expression darkening.

His slender fingers closed the medicine box, took out the ointment to place it in a drawer, and finally took care of the packet of sleeping pills.

He opened the lid and counted, there were still ten pills inside.

Zhang Yuanheng didn’t dare prescribe too many, only giving Cheng Zhiwei ten pills and admonishing her to see him for a checkup should she still suffer from insomnia after they were gone.

Clutching the medicine bottle in his hand, he rose and went downstairs.

The scent of food wafted through the air. Zhou Lin headed to the kitchen, where he handed the medicine bottle to Wang Mei, instructing her to take good care of it.

If Cheng Zhiwei wanted one, she was to be given only one pill at a time.

With such a serious attitude, Wang Mei held the medicine bottle tightly, "Understood, Young Master."

Cheng Zhiwei was watching TV in the living room, her legs curled up, hugging a pillow, coiled in one corner of the sofa. The TV program was a light-hearted and funny variety show, but there was no trace of amusement on her face. If one looked closely, they could see that her eyes weren’t focused on the television at all.

Her unusual quietness was disconcerting.

Zhou Lin watched her for a long time, and she remained in that position, motionless.