The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 82: I Can Release Meng Qiancheng, and I Can Make Him Rot in Jail

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: I Can Release Meng Qiancheng, and I Can Make Him Rot in Jail

Cheng Zhiwei met his gaze, her heart "thumping" suddenly, water droplets trembled on her eyelashes, like her lifted heart, wanting to fall but not falling.

"I already said, I’m not feeling well, I can’t eat." She explained, and was also telling Zhou Lin that her vomiting was because he had forced her.

She didn’t mean to do it on purpose.

"Young Master." Wang Mei, concerned, wanted to persuade him.

"Get out." Zhou Lin turned his head and snapped coldly at Wang Mei.

Wang Mei was stunned for a moment, could only leave, but still worried, stayed nearby to watch.

Zhou Lin walked up to Cheng Zhiwei, his eyes filled with anger as he stared at her for a long time, then he opened his mouth to say disdainfully and darkly, "Cheng Zhiwei, is this your idea of being obedient? Do you think my patience is limited, or do you think my mother will protect you, so you can act recklessly?"

Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes were still filled with mist, her cheeks pale as paper, her gaze a bit scattered.

Zhou Lin had the attitude of needing to trouble her over this matter; she felt very tired, "Whatever you think."

She didn’t want to stay here any longer, turning around to leave.

Her wrist, however, was caught. Zhou Lin stared into her eyes, his eyes fierce, and he gritted his teeth as he called her name, "Cheng Zhiwei, do you believe that I can let Meng Qiancheng go, but also make him spend his life behind bars?"

Her stomach was uncomfortable, her head throbbed with pain, and Zhou Lin was still babbling on.

The irritability in Cheng Zhiwei’s heart surged up like a flame.

She completely lost her patience, her hand raised and she fiercely shook off Zhou Lin’s hand, her clear eyes defiantly looked at him, "Is threatening me all you’re capable of?"

It turned out that deep down, she wasn’t someone who would just take things lying down.

Zhou Lin laughed mockingly, his thin lips curved up, his tone was cutting and venomous, "You want to know what I’m capable of, then fight me till the end. I’ve only just taken action, and you’ve already compromised. What happened to your backbone, has it softened?"

Cheng Zhiwei’s lips trembled, "Zhou Lin, to be fair, I haven’t done anything to wrong you."

It was clearly him, who had been hurting her all along.

Zhou Lin pinched her chin, dragged her closer, his eyes black and full of a chilling cold, "So, you’re saying you’re innocent? How did Zhenzhen’s leg break? Do you want me to remind you?"

He had already tried to be as patient with her as possible these days, but she kept challenging his limits, time after time.

The mist in Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes grew thicker, as if she were about to cry, but the tight press of her lips showed her stubbornness at this moment, "Zhou Lin, don’t act like you’re the victim. My throat was treated with the wrong medicine. Dare you say that it has nothing to do with you?"

Zhou Lin, holding her chin, leaned in dangerously, "You’re saying it’s related to me?"

Cheng Zhiwei let out a sarcastic laugh, "If my throat never gets better, Bai Zhuzhu will be able to get the ending and insert songs. You are so fond of Seo Zhenzhen, surely you can easily fulfill her little sister’s small wish."

Zhou Lin understood, Cheng Zhiwei meant that her throat’s intermittent recovery and worsening were his doing.

The anger building in his chest erupted completely.

So this is what she thought.

"Cheng Zhiwei, if you suspect me, then bring out the evidence," Zhou Lin said, his expression as cold as ice, his tall frame completely enveloping Cheng Zhiwei, the gloominess looking to drown her.

At such a time, Cheng Zhiwei no longer feared anything; after all, she had already completely offended him now, "If suspicion needs evidence, then Zhou Lin, when you said I schemed against you and slept with you, bring out your evidence."

Why should she bear this false accusation for three years, still being brought up from time to time to chastise her?

Sharp-tongued, that was Zhou Lin’s only impression at this moment.

"I haven’t done anything to your throat," Zhou Lin suddenly let go, disgust swiftly spreading in his eyes.

"Brother Qiancheng would never intentionally use the wrong medication," Cheng Zhiwei retorted sharply.

The atmosphere was tense and confrontational.

Zhou Lin sneered maliciously, "After all is said and done, it’s still all about Meng Qiancheng. Cheng Zhiwei, are you trying to frame me just for his sake?"

Cheng Zhiwei closed her eyes, feeling utterly exhausted. Every time they were together, they would argue, never once had they peacefully coexisted. Since Seo Zhenzhen’s return, the frequency of these arguments had increased, each time requiring all her strength, tearing her heart to pieces.

Hurting each other by poking at old wounds.

"Enough, Zhou Lin," Cheng Zhiwei said with a cold laugh, "After all, in your eyes, everything I do is wrong. What’s the use of arguing about it?"

Zhou Lin said nothing, just stared at her deeply, then stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Wang Mei hurried over, concerned about the intense quarrel, "Young Madam, you should communicate nicely about whatever it is, arguing like this really damages the relationship between husband and wife."

Relationship between husband and wife?

Cheng Zhiwei let out a tired sigh. How could there be such a luxurious thing as a marital relationship between her and Zhou Lin?

She said faintly, "Give me a pill, I want to sleep."

"Okay."

Zhou Lin sat in the car for a while until his anger slightly subsided. After the anger, reason returned. He thought about how angry Cheng Zhiwei had been today, questioning him about the medication switch, most likely influenced by Meng Qiancheng’s words. He didn’t know what Meng Qiancheng’s divisive intentions were.

But it was probably not just because of his affection for Cheng Zhiwei and his wish for her to divorce.

However, about the matter of Cheng Zhiwei’s throat medication being switched... She said if her throat was ruined, Bai Zhuzhu would be able to take two positions...

Pulling out his phone, he called Secretary Zhang and gave a few instructions.

Cheng Zhiwei slept until four in the afternoon. Feeling restful, she looked much more spirited. She asked Wang Mei to prepare dinner, and then took it to the hospital to visit Guo Cuihua.

An hour later, in the hospital ward.

The caregiver arranged by Zhou Lin was diligent and responsible, taking very good care of Guo Cuihua. Seeing Cheng Zhiwei come by, the caregiver respectfully greeted her as "Miss Cheng" and then left.

Cheng Zhiwei laid out the meal and handed chopsticks to Guo Cuihua.

Guo Cuihua asked in confusion, "That’s the caregiver found by Ah Lin, why did she call you Miss Cheng? Doesn’t she know you and Ah Lin are married?"

Cheng Zhiwei smiled faintly, seemingly indifferent, or perhaps just accustomed to it, "Very few people knew about our marriage to begin with."

Naturally, the caregivers would be even less aware of it.

"He actually treats you like this," Guo Cuihua said angrily, "Don’t worry, I’ve already spoken to Lin Yu, and she will persuade Zhou Lin to divorce you."

Divorce... The word stabbed at Cheng Zhiwei’s heart like a knife.

"Mom, Zhou Lin..." Cheng Zhiwei wanted to tell Guo Cuihua everything, but when the words reached her mouth, she swallowed them back down.

She didn’t dare to say it.

If Guo Cuihua knew, she would inevitably go to Lin Yu and Zhou Chenyuan, things would escalate, and she might get her divorce, but she would also have to face Zhou Lin’s retaliation, after all, Zhou Lin had warned her not to go to Lin Yu again.

Zhou Lin was capable of anything.

The bitterness in her heart was so intense it couldn’t be dissolved.

Cheng Zhiwei didn’t dare take the risk.