Chapter 52: Chapter 52 Seo Zhenzhen Returns to the Country

"Are you insisting on a divorce because you want to run off with some man, He Ye or Meng Qiancheng?" Zhou Lin’s mouth curled in a disdainful arc, his voice full of icy sharpness, "If they knew you had climbed into my bed willingly at the beginning, would they still want you?"

It was a killing stroke, meant to cut deep; such was Zhou Lin’s intention this time.

Cheng Zhiwei bit her lip, looking at that mean and harsh face, her eyes turning sore and red. This matter was like a nail in the pillar of shame, to be brought out for lashing at any time.

Her throat tight with a choke, her chest heaving violently, Cheng Zhiwei clutched the table hard, her knuckles turning white, and a mocking and provocative retort slipped out, "You act as if you were so innocent, Zhou Lin. Weren’t you very much into it and enjoying yourself that night?"

It wasn’t about pushing all the blame onto her to feel wronged, to feel innocent herself.

Zhou Lin’s gaze was like a sharp knife, carving into Cheng Zhiwei’s flesh, "You mean to say, I would fall for you?" A contemptuous snort rose, "We’ve known each other since we were children, and I never fancied you. It was just that one day. Was I blind?"

Cheng Zhiwei curved her brows and eyes, hiding the exhaustion in her gaze, "Yes, perhaps you were blind."

She turned to leave, "Zhou Lin, this is really pointless."

"It is quite pointless," Zhou Lin radiated ominous anger, "I’ve said it before, if you compensate her for those legs, I’ll divorce you. Otherwise, you’ll just have to endure it."

Cheng Zhiwei closed her eyes briefly, then spun around, her gaze cold as white frost, "Then just watch Bai Zhuzhu go to jail."

An eye for an eye.

Dead silence filled the air.

Zhou Lin glanced over the already cold pancake, his voice dripping with arrogant disdain, "A song, a pancake—that’s all it took to hook you. Cheng Zhiwei, could your affections be any cheaper?"

Cheng Zhiwei’s emotions had settled, her eyes lifting slightly, "At least, they remember what I like."

"Meng Qiancheng." Zhou Lin’s expression went darker and colder as he uttered the name, "Zhang Yuanheng must have told you, the reason your throat has always been bad is due to the wrong medication, and your chief physician was Meng Qiancheng. You know better than I what this means."

"Cheng Zhiwei, you’re still a Zhou Family member. If I find out you’ve done anything to harm the Zhou Family, you’ll be in a world of pain."

Cheng Zhiwei sneered inwardly, clasping her palm. So Zhou Lin had taken to sowing discord too?

"Don’t bother, I’ll find out for myself. Also, I remember you said that one should exhibit the proper attitude when asking for a favor. Zhou Lin, don’t forget that." Cheng Zhiwei dropped these words and headed upstairs.

Zhou Lin stood there, fury aching in his heart, liver, and lungs. She wanted him to beg her?

Did she even deserve it?

Right then, his phone rang.

Zhou Lin took several deep breaths to suppress the fury in his chest before answering the call, "Speak."

Secretary Zhang’s voice came through, "Miss Seo has returned to the country."

"When did this happen?"

"We just received the news. Miss Seo heard about Miss Bai’s situation and insisted on coming back home, overcome with emotion. They had to arrange it, and her plane lands in half an hour."

"Why am I only hearing about this now?"

"It was Miss Seo’s request; she said she didn’t want to disturb you."

Zhou Lin threw his phone onto the sofa, his gaze icy as he looked upstairs. Cheng Zhiwei, this disaster—if she had just agreed, Zhenzhen wouldn’t have needed to return, her treatment is at a crucial stage.

Since she’s back, then Cheng Zhiwei wouldn’t dream of lying comfortably at home.

As soon as Cheng Zhiwei reached her room, the master bedroom door was pushed open, and before she could react, Zhou Lin dragged her out.

"What sort of madness is this?" Cheng Zhiwei struggled desperately.

Zhou Lin, expressionless, just gripped her wrist tightly. Even as they hurried, Cheng Zhiwei’s shoulder slammed right into the door frame as they left, causing her to cry out in pain. Her complexion turned pale. Zhou Lin paused for a moment but continued dragging her downstairs.

Stumbling into the garage, Cheng Zhiwei was shoved into the car.

The car sped out of the gate and merged into the flow of traffic.

Cheng Zhiwei watched the swiftly passing scenery and said nothing more.

Once at the airport, after getting out of the car, Cheng Zhiwei was pulled towards the VIP channel.

Through the glass, Cheng Zhiwei saw Secretary Zhang, who was bending over and whispering something to the woman beside him. That woman was pushing a wheelchair with a short-haired woman seated in it, wearing a black dress. That was...

Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes suddenly widened.

Zhou Lin pinched her chin forcefully, causing a red mark to appear instantly. His voice was right next to her ear, his cold breath enveloping her, "Do you still recognize her, Cheng Zhiwei, hmm?"

Of course, Cheng Zhiwei recognized her; it was Seo Zhenzhen.

She had returned to the country.

"Look at her legs, it’s all your fault. She could have been treated peacefully abroad, but because of you, she had to come back. You harmed her once and now you want to harm her a second time. How could your heart be so dark?"

Cheng Zhiwei bit her lip hard, staring at the woman who was talking and smiling with Secretary Zhang. Her heart ached tumultuously. If she could, she also wouldn’t have wished for such a thing to happen back then, even wishing she had never met such a person.

Zhou Lin’s voice continued, cold and disdainful, even malicious, "Look at her, then look at yourself. Where do you get the audacity to think I would favor you, a woman with such a black heart, over her?"

Her face was fiercely turned away as Zhou Lin straightened his clothes and walked inside.

Cheng Zhiwei knew she should immediately turn around and leave, so she wouldn’t see how tender Zhou Lin was with Seo Zhenzhen, how accommodating and remorseful, but her feet felt as if they were nailed to the floor, unable to move.

Like a masochist, she had to see what she wanted to see before she was satisfied.

Of course, she then saw Zhou Lin squatting in front of Seo Zhenzhen, who tenderly reached out to touch Zhou Lin’s cheek, a smile all over her face.

Zhou Lin knelt on one knee, wrapping his arms around her.

Such a loving picture, yet for Cheng Zhiwei, the scene was hell.

How much time passed in a daze she did not know. When her scattered gaze finally refocused, Zhou Lin was long gone with Seo Zhenzhen, leaving her alone in the vast space.

Like a joke.

Cheng Zhiwei tugged at her lips and turned around stiffly to leave.

"Weiwei." A hoarse voice suddenly appeared in front of her, Meng Qiancheng’s eyes filled with heartache.

Tears welled up in Cheng Zhiwei’s dry eyes, blurring her vision instantly, "Brother Qiancheng."

Meng Qiancheng opened his arms and embraced her, holding her tightly. His chin rubbed against her forehead, his voice gentle as the sole warmth in a snowy night, "Weiwei, cry it out."

Cheng Zhiwei cried out heart-wrenchingly.

The heart she thought she had let go of was merely perturbed by her pride. Seeing the image of Zhou Lin and Seo Zhenzhen together, the confused mass of flesh in her chest was torn open once again, causing her entire body to convulse and tremble with pain.

Meng Qiancheng’s eyes reddened as well, patting Cheng Zhiwei’s back gently, soothing her in a soft voice, "Weiwei, you still have me. I will stay by your side, forever."

In the car that had just left, Zhou Lin’s phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw the photo of Meng Qiancheng embracing Cheng Zhiwei. His face immediately darkened.

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