Chapter 256: Chapter 256 The Future Heir of Great Value

Cheng Zhiwei gently touched the soft cheeks of the two children and tenderly said, "Everything is fine."

No, it should be better this way.

This way, her interactions with Zhou Lin would be even fewer.

Gradually, she could also break free from him.

Lin Yu’s eyes reddened, "Zhiwei, the Zhou Family has wronged you."

Cheng Zhiwei had long since harbored no resentment in her heart, "Auntie, let’s not talk about these things anymore."

"Alright, we won’t mention it, won’t mention it."

Afterwards, Lin Yu visited less frequently, but she sent videos more often, and occasionally, a thin little boy would appear.

Cheng Zhiwei thought, that must indeed be Zhou Lin’s child, he really looked a lot like him.

As days went by, Cheng Zhiwei, busy with her studies and taking care of the children, gradually moved on from the past.

Three years later.

At a certain restaurant.

Xu Tian knew that Cheng Zhiwei had returned to the country and insisted on welcoming her back, specially reserving a spot at a very popular restaurant.

As soon as Cheng Zhiwei got off the plane, she was picked up by Xu Tian’s driver and taken here.

Upon seeing each other, Xu Tian gave her a big hug and said with reddened eyes, "Welcome back, Zhiwei."

Cheng Zhiwei was equally moved, "Thank you."

Just as the atmosphere was warm, a soft cry interrupted the moment.

"Mommy." The little girl in a pink dress clung to Cheng Zhiwei’s leg, crying very sadly.

Cheng Zhiwei hurriedly picked up the child and soothed her softly, "Xingxing, don’t cry, what’s wrong, tell Mommy."

Cheng Xing, feeling aggrieved, buried her little head on Cheng Zhiwei’s shoulder and sobbed.

Her brother Cheng Yang, with fists raised, shouted angrily, "He kissed Xingxing."

He was referring to Xu Tian’s son, He Yuming, a boy half a year younger than Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing, who had inherited the He family’s exceptionally beautiful visage. At only two years old, he was already extremely adorable.

With her hand over her mouth, Xu Tian laughed helplessly, "I suppose he inherited his dad’s genes; he just likes pretty girls."

He Yuming announced loudly, "I like Xingxing, Mommy, I want to take Xingxing home."

Cheng Yang would not have it and shouted angrily, "Xingxing is my sister."

Tears streamed down as Cheng Xing protested, "I don’t want to be your sister."

Xu Tian pulled He Yuming over and sternly made him apologize to Cheng Xing. He Yuming made a face, "Xingxing is a crybaby."

Cheng Xing cried even louder.

At two years old, not speaking clearly yet, he already knew what it meant to be mischievous.

The situation almost got out of hand.

When the dessert arrived, the three children finally quieted down to eat. Cheng Yang was casual and began to dig in with a spoon, half of it ending up on the table, while Cheng Xing, with tear drops still hanging, ate daintily, and He Yuming’s eating manners were somewhat better, though his eyes kept roving around.

Exhausted by the noise, Xu Tian finally sighed in relief, "Finally quiet, my goodness."

Three children, an utter disaster scene.

If she had been alone, she would have been completely overwhelmed.

Cheng Zhiwei was doing alright, sipping her coffee leisurely, "It’s quite nice."

A noisy fuss is lively after all.

"Do you know if Zhou Lin is aware that you are back?" Xu Tian asked.

Cheng Zhiwei had lost a lot of her memories, but over the past three years, she and Xu Tian had been in frequent contact, becoming best friends. Xu Tian’s straightforward nature didn’t shy away from bringing up Zhou Lin.

And to Cheng Zhiwei, that name could now be received with complete equanimity, "He probably knows."

She didn’t care.

After all, she hadn’t paid attention to any of his news for three years.

"What about He Lanzhi?" Cheng Zhiwei asked, "Has your relationship improved?"

Xu Tian propped up her arm, her snow-white fingers gently rubbing her chin, and her mouth curled up into a sarcastic smile, "As for him, he follows that woman around all day, helping her raise her child. Those who don’t know would think it’s his own son."

She stopped as if something came to mind, and exclaimed, "You tell me, we are both unlucky. The men we meet are always keen on that green tea, Seo Zhenzhen."

Cheng Zhiwei slowly tore off a piece of tissue paper and wiped the cream from the corners of Cheng Xing’s mouth, "So, it’s better not to bother."

Xu Tian laughed heartily, "You are right."

She had initially trapped He Lanzhi at home, forcibly getting pregnant with his child, because she knew she couldn’t rely on He Lanzhi and just wanted a child by her side.

Now, speaking those sour words here would be too demeaning.

Just then, a child suddenly ran over. He looked about two or three years old, dressed in a small suit. Despite being at a lively age, he exuded an oddly old-fashioned air.

He looked at Cheng Zhiwei, his little mouth pursed tightly.

His face was familiar.

After hesitating for a moment, she spoke softly, "Are you looking for me?"

She tried to make her voice as gentle as possible, not wanting to frighten the Zhou Family’s precious future heir.

Zhou Ruoki nodded and carefully took a few steps toward Cheng Zhiwei, "I got separated from my mom. Auntie, can I stay by your side?"

Lin Yu often video-called with Cheng Zhiwei, so Zhou Ruoki recognized Cheng Zhiwei.

An auntie with a gentle voice.

Cheng Zhiwei actually didn’t want to agree because her relationship with the child’s parents wasn’t good, but she also couldn’t find the words to send him away.

Having become a mother, her heart was inevitably softer.

She ordered a dessert for Zhou Ruoki and had him sit with Cheng Xing.

It hadn’t been many minutes since Zhou Ruoki sat down when the sound of high heels tapping on the floor came "tat-tat-tat".

The familiar female voice, even after three years, was as sharp as ever, "You this child, didn’t I ask you to wait outside for me? How did you run over here?Hmm, Cheng Zhiwei?"

The affected pose was utterly devoid of any acting skill.

Cheng Zhiwei glanced at Zhou Ruoki, who was bowing his head in silence, and figured it out — it wasn’t that he had gotten lost from his mother; he had been sent by her.

It was nothing more than a boring boast.

Boasting that her son was now the heir of the Zhou Family.

Using a child for these kinds of things... Cheng Zhiwei shook her head, Seo Zhenzhen really became more impatient as the years passed.

She slightly lifted her eyes, her indifferent gaze fell upon Seo Zhenzhen’s face before sliding away, "Seo Zhenzhen, long time no see."

Seo Zhenzhen caressed the ring on her left hand, her gaze flitting over Cheng Xing and Cheng Yang, "So these are your twins. They don’t look like Ah Lin at all. Look at our Qiqi, he’s simply a spitting image of Ah Lin. You can tell at a glance they are father and son."

Cheng Zhiwei didn’t respond, but instead handed a tissue to Cheng Yang, "Wipe your mouth, eat slowly."

Her expression remained unchanged, as if she was treating Seo Zhenzhen’s words as nothing but air.

Seo Zhenzhen’s boasting was like punching into cotton.

Cheng Zhiwei, still as repulsive as ever.

In fact, she had just come to show off and hadn’t planned to stay long. After all, Zhou Lin was about to arrive, and she didn’t want him to see those two annoying little turnips.

She yanked Zhou Ruoki harshly and scolded, "Useless thing, what are you running around for?"

Zhou Ruoki shrank back, apologized with his head lowered, "I’m sorry."

Cheng Zhiwei’s fingers clenched. It was Seo Zhenzhen who had sent the child over, but now she was venting her frustration on him, stirring a wave of pity in her heart.

Poor child, he was about the same age as Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing but was so reticent and solemn, without a smile to be seen.

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