The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife-Chapter 143: No One Can Tarnish His Bright Moon
"Cheng Zhiwei, I’m not an idiot." Zhou Lin helplessly pinched the bridge of his nose, "You can’t blame He Lanzhi’s matter on Zhenzhen."
In any case, no one should tarnish his moonlight.
Cheng Zhiwei had gotten her final result, and felt that saying anything more was a waste of saliva.
Just as she was ready to lie down, Zhou Lin suddenly reached out, holding her phone that he had previously taken, his tone much softer, "I just deleted a few things, didn’t touch anything else."
Cheng Zhiwei was taken aback, her laugh filled with sarcasm, "Should I thank Young President Zhou?"
Zhou Lin placed the phone on the bedside table and straightened up, his tone indifferent, "This was originally your phone, so naturally, I’m giving it back to you."
"No need for that, I don’t want someone eavesdropping on my voice all the time." Cheng Zhiwei immediately dunked the phone into a cup of water.
She was not going to want this phone anymore.
Zhou Lin narrowed his eyes and looked down at her, "Do you have to be this way?"
Not a hint of guilt for bugging someone else’s phone, not even an apology.
Truly... so self-righteous.
Cheng Zhiwei spoke faintly, "Of course, I must prove to Young President Zhou that I have no lingering attachment to the position of your wife..."
The atmosphere then turned to ice.
At that moment, a nurse pushed the door open and walked in. It seemed she realized she had come at a bad time, stood hesitantly at the door, and said uncertainly, "It’s time to change the dressing."
Before Cheng Zhiwei could speak, Zhou Lin already said expressionlessly, "Bring it here."
The nurse hurriedly brought the medicine in, and just as she was about to apply it, Zhou Lin scoffed "Get out," leaving the nurse with no choice but to leave quickly.
Once the nurse was gone, Zhou Lin had already uncovered Cheng Zhiwei’s blanket, exposing her still-swollen ankle, touched it gently, and went to warm the ointment in his palm.
"I’ll do it myself." Cheng Zhiwei said with irritation, trying to shift her left foot away.
The warm hand coated with ointment pressed directly against her ankle, and perhaps out of anger, Zhou Lin’s hand was quite heavy. Cheng Zhiwei hissed in pain, almost crying out.
Her left foot had already been seriously injured, and after a tussle with Gao Wei, it had gotten worse. Swelling hadn’t gone down at all, and any movement was excruciating, especially now that Zhou Lin was applying considerable pressure.
But it only lasted a moment.
After Cheng Zhiwei’s cry of pain, the force in Zhou Lin’s hand immediately lightened, and he mocked with a cold snort, "I thought you feared nothing and no one. Can’t handle it now?"
Cheng Zhiwei glared at him, her voice weak, "None of your business."
"Injured and still don’t know to stay put." Zhou Lin used a gentle force to massage the ointment into Cheng Zhiwei’s ankle, letting the medicine penetrate.
The smell of the medicine wasn’t pleasant, but he didn’t seem to mind, his touch growing increasingly suitable.
Cheng Zhiwei looked down at his actions, her expression somewhat distant. If she and Zhou Lin were a real married couple, the sight would have made countless people envious.
Unfortunately, such tenderness was just a performance.
Thinking of Seo Zhenzhen’s provocative words today and Zhou Lin’s attitude, Cheng Zhiwei felt a thousand kinds of discontent in her heart. She kicked her foot up, freeing it from Zhou Lin’s hand, "There’s no need to trouble Young Master Zhou, I’ll do it myself."
Zhou Lin felt a flare of anger at the kick, "Cheng Zhiwei, if you want your foot to heal quickly, then quiet down and stop being pretentious."
"What’s it to you if I’m pretentious? We’re about to get divorced; my pretentiousness has nothing to do with you."
Zhou Lin’s tone became fierce, "You said yourself we are getting a divorce, but we haven’t divorced yet. We are still husband and wife, so how am I of no concern to you?"
Cheng Zhiwei let out a clear, mocking laugh, "Zhou Lin, if you want tenderness and consideration, you can go to Seo Zhenzhen. Really, stop putting on an act in front of me, it’s quite frightening."
It was the first time she had directly accused him of acting to his face.
Zhou Lin’s temper exploded on the spot, the ointment was slammed onto the bed as he stood up straight and looked coldly at Cheng Zhiwei, "I’m acting?"
After being so open-hearted and kind to her, she accused him of pretending?
Cheng Zhiwei just looked at him calmly, her tone flat, "Otherwise, what? Are you going to say you suddenly being nice to me is a guilty conscience?"
That would be more impossible than the sun rising from the west.
In Zhou Lin’s eyes and heart, she, Cheng Zhiwei, was the root of all evil. How could she possibly receive his tender affection? He was clearly just playing the part of a loving husband so that he could later blame the divorce on her.
Or maybe to show Lin Yu his sincerity, making it clear that the divorce had nothing to do with him directly.
It was her initiative.
Yep, his scheme was clicking along quite nicely.
Zhou Lin was so angry he paced back and forth on the spot to regain control of his emotions, but he couldn’t help snorting coldly, "Cheng Zhiwei, you really don’t appreciate what’s good for you."
"Thanks for the compliment," Cheng Zhiwei shot back nonchalantly, her smile unrestrained, "So please, get out. Until you bring the divorce papers, don’t come back here."
Zhou Lin clenched and unclenched his fists, finally letting go, "Okay, Cheng Zhiwei, take care of yourself."
He slammed the door as he left.
Cheng Zhiwei threw herself on the bed, thinking about Zhou Lin’s threats, her lips curled up in a scornful smile, but in the end, her eyes still reddened.
Meanwhile, outside the hospital, Guo Cuihua angrily relayed what had happened inside to Meng Qiancheng.
Meng Qiancheng, holding a bouquet in his hands, asked through clenched teeth, "Seo Zhenzhen said, she plotted for Weiwei and Zhou Lin to sleep together?"
Guo Cuihua nodded, "That’s what Zhiwei said, although Seo Zhenzhen refuses to admit it, but I believe Zhiwei."
Meng Qiancheng scoffed, "Indeed, Weiwei wouldn’t lie."
So it really was Seo Zhenzhen who did it back then; she ruined Cheng Zhiwei’s life.
"Qiancheng, I’m telling you all this, not because I want you to do anything. I just don’t know who else to talk to. Your uncle is completely siding with Seo Zhenzhen now, he doesn’t even care about Zhiwei and Zhiyin anymore. Our family looks like it’s falling apart."
Especially since Cheng Shang talked about cutting ties, the thought alone pained Guo Cuihua deeply.
Meng Qiancheng suppressed his own emotions and reassured her in a low voice, "Auntie, don’t worry. Everything will be okay at home."
After offering some comfort, Meng Qiancheng handed the flowers to Guo Cuihua to give to Cheng Zhiwei, then hurriedly left.
Forty minutes later, Meng Qiancheng appeared at the entrance of the apartment, and as soon as the door opened, he burst in furiously, throwing accusations, "Seo Zhenzhen, why did you do that?"
Seo Zhenzhen was a bit stunned, "What do you mean?"
Meng Qiancheng’s eyes blazed with anger as he spat bitterly, "That night at the hotel, was it you who arranged for Weiwei to be with Zhou Lin? Why did you do that? Do you realize you’ve ruined her life?"
Seo Zhenzhen understood and scoffed disdainfully, "So you’ve come to question me for Cheng Zhiwei’s sake. Yes, it was me who did it. What about it? Are you going to kill me to avenge her?"
"But killing me won’t help, Cheng Zhiwei has already slept with Zhou Lin."
