Chapter 121: Chapter 121: My Stomach Hurts So Much, Zhou Lin

Cheng Zhiwei bit her lip gently, her cries subsided, but she started talking to herself like she’d lost her sanity, "He’s sick, I have to be with him, he’s afraid of the dark, afraid of pain, I... I must find him."

As she finished speaking, she reached out to pull at the car door, looking as if she was about to jump out.

Zhou Lin pulled her back forcefully, the anger that he had been holding back flared up like a wildfire, his tone was strict, "Cheng Zhiwei, stop this nonsense."

Cheng Zhiwei collapsed into Zhou Lin’s arms, clutching at his clothes and started crying again, "I liked him first, that day I was going to confess to him, why, why did he choose Seo Zhenzhen... it was me who helped him through the dark times... why would he do this to me... why betray me..."

Her mumbled voice was soft and indistinct; in the quiet car, Zhou Lin only made out one sentence clearly—she said it was she who had helped him through the dark times.

But the truth was, the one who helped him the most wasn’t her, it was Seo Zhenzhen.

Zhou Lin picked up Cheng Zhiwei and held her in his arms, knowing full well she was too inebriated to be coherent, yet he still said, "Cheng Zhiwei, you chanted scriptures and prayed for me, you did help me, but it was Zhenzhen who was there for me word by word through the nights when I couldn’t sleep and had nightmares, always there whenever I reached out to her, that’s what true giving is, do you understand?"

In those dark years, the long-unused QQ suddenly lit up with messages, he merely glanced at it in the darkness, thinking it was sent to the wrong person, since everyone used WeChat for messaging at that time; QQ was just there as an icon on the phone.

Yet that person kept sending messages every day, sharing nice songs, complaining about the strict teachers, or which shop’s food was tasty and which was truly awful, chattering endlessly.

Zhou Lin thought this person probably mistook him for a confidante or a diary, and it must be a girl.

With sleepless and dull nights stretched before him, he entertained the messages to pass the time, surprisingly not growing impatient but gradually reading each message seriously and, eventually, even looking forward to them.

Plunged into darkness, yet feeling someone pulling you towards the sunlight, was redemption.

It wasn’t until one day, when a whole day passed without a single message, that he couldn’t resist and sent a message back.

As soon as the girl found out, she immediately apologized to him, saying that she always saw his QQ avatar as grey, thinking it was an abandoned account, so she kept ranting and sharing her life every day, never expecting that there was a real person behind it.

The two of them started chatting like this, the weaknesses and fears that he could not confide to anyone else, he slowly shared with her, and no matter how late, she would always respond in time, a light in the darkness, even if just a little, was always longed for.

A year passed this way, and Zhou Lin was finally able to return to a normal life, the first thing he did was wanting to meet her, only to find out later that she had known his identity all along and had always liked him, approaching him in that way because she feared he would think she had an ulterior motive.

But in fact, she merely wanted the best for him, and now that he had his normal life back, she was ready to withdraw from his life.

The words they shared would become secrets deeply buried in their hearts.

But how could Zhou Lin resign himself to that? Through more than a year of texting, he could feel her innocence and kindness.

He wouldn’t mind her deception, he wanted to meet her.

So, they set a time and place to meet, and to make it easier to recognize her, Zhou Lin even mailed her a green hair clip.

That hair clip, later on, appeared on Seo Zhenzhen’s head.

Thus Zhou Lin knew who it was that had pulled him out of the darkness.

"But it was me who was with him, it was me," Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes slightly cleared in their delirium, her tone fierce yet soft, "Tell me, why do you like Seo Zhenzhen?"

"Is it because I’m not as pretty as her, or is it my chest isn’t as big as hers, my legs not as long?" Cheng Zhiwei, acting crazy again, cupped Zhou Lin’s face with both hands, puffing up her cheeks angrily.

The alcohol was strong and fragrant, mixed with her breath, full of sweet aroma.

Zhou Lin’s breathing halted for a moment, his tone softened, "You recognize me now?"

Not treating him like someone else anymore?

As her words fell, a warmth suddenly touched her forehead, and delicately long lashes fluttered before her eyes. Cheng Zhiwei pressed her forehead against Zhou Lin’s, her rosy lips right at the corner of his mouth.

"I have regrets, Zhou Lin," Cheng Zhiwei slurred, her speech disorganized as she let out a hiccup, "I should have shouted it out loud, that I was with you night and day... I really like you so much..." After hiccupping, "I don’t care anymore, I want to kiss you."

She did as she said, her lips pressing directly against Zhou Lin’s, rubbing them, and even boldly prying open his teeth.

It took Zhou Lin three seconds to realize what was happening before his brain kicked into gear, and he was being forcefully kissed by Cheng Zhiwei.

Even now, Cheng Zhiwei was like someone crazed from alcohol.

She... really is bold when she’s drunk.

Thinking back to last time, she hadn’t been this daring. Perhaps the alcohol wasn’t strong enough back then.

After the kiss, Cheng Zhiwei bit her lip corner, her gaze burning as she stared at Zhou Lin, determined to get a comparative answer, "See, I am much better than Seo Zhenzhen, aren’t I?"

Having said that, she rolled off Zhou Lin, laughing nervously, "Yes, I can’t compare with her, I’m not as shameless as she is."

Gradually, she began to cry again, "My stomach really hurts, Zhou Lin."

While crying, she forcibly placed Zhou Lin’s hand on her own lower abdomen, her crying pitiful to the extreme, "Daddy... can we keep the baby, please... I’m begging you..."

Amidst her jumbled sobs, Zhou Lin suddenly stiffened, his face expressionless, as if it were split apart, twisting with disbelief.

Did he... miss something?

...

When Cheng Zhiwei woke up, she was still somewhat groggy, looking at the familiar ceiling. Then, turning her head to look around, she realized she was back in the master bedroom.

She sat up and rubbed her forehead. She remembered drinking yesterday, but what happened after that?

Was it Xiao Man who had brought her back?

After washing up and going downstairs, Wang Mei stepped out from the kitchen, looking quite embarrassed: "That child Xiao Man is too mischievous, letting you drink that kind of alcohol. Does your head still hurt? Is it serious?"

Cheng Zhiwei quickly explained that she wanted to drink the alcohol and that Xiao Man had tried to stop her. She then asked when she had come back.

"Around nine o’clock, I suppose. The young master carried you back," Wang Mei said, with layers of amusement on her face. "It’s the first time I’ve ever seen the young master that gentle."

Gentle?

Regarding last night’s memory, Cheng Zhiwei could only recall that she kept drinking, but what happened afterwards was a complete blur.

After the hangover, she indeed felt much worse, lazily sprawled on the sofa, waiting for Wang Mei to feed her.

But after lying there for only a few minutes, not waiting on Wang Mei but instead Zhou Lin appeared. He stood in front of the sofa, looking down at her from a height, his features cast in a backlighting that emanated a chilling, annoyed anger.

Cheng Zhiwei slowly curled up into a ball, her fingers supporting her forehead, her shawl slipping down, revealing her fair shoulders.

Zhou Lin reached out, pulled the shawl back up over her shoulders, his fingertips touching her skin felt ice cold.

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