The Temptation of CE Chapter 38 She is the culprit who caused my sister to become

Chapter 38: Chapter 38 She is the culprit who caused my sister to beco disabled

"Zhuzhu, I’ve told you before..." Zhou Lin’s attitude was serious.

"It wasn’t ." Bai Zhuzhu squeezed out these three words through clenched teeth, afraid she couldn’t control herself from questioning Zhou Lin. Clearly, he didn’t like Cheng Zhiwei, he even despised and hated her, so why was he now questioning her regarding Cheng Zhiwei?

Zhou Lin frowned at her, "Zhuzhu."

Bai Zhuzhu suddenly lifted her head, tears already covering her cheeks, her lips trembling, looking exceedingly aggrieved.

She leaned on Zhou Lin to sit down, hugging his arm tightly, looking up at him with obedient and pitiful eyes, "Brother Lin, have you fallen for her?"

Zhou Lin’s complexion drastically changed, and he refuted subconsciously, "What are you talking about?"

Bai Zhuzhu persisted in staring at him, "She’s the culprit who caused my sister to beco disabled, Brother Lin, do you still rember?"

Oppressive silence erupted in the cramped space.

Bai Zhuzhu clutched his sleeve, her eyelashes quivering lightly, "I thought you ca to care for my sister, but you ca to suspect and question

about damaging Cheng Zhiwei’s throat, Brother Lin, you and her... you and her..."

She let go of Zhou Lin’s arm, covering her face and sobbing, unable to complete her sentence.

Under the light, Zhou Lin’s face turned frightfully pale.

Yet Bai Zhuzhu felt that it wasn’t enough. The thought of Zhou Lin questioning her on behalf of Cheng Zhiwei filled her with rage, and she wanted to scream.

"I know I shouldn’t have lost my mind in Shen City and instructed Wu Chengshuang to spread rumors about her, but every ti I think about how well she’s living now, even becoming your wife, Brother Lin, while my poor sister is still abroad receiving treatnt, I get angry, jealous, I wish I could kill her, why wasn’t it her who had the car accident."

These words beca the final straw that broke Zhou Lin’s resolve.

Light as a feather, yet suffocating him.

"Brother Lin, Brother Lin, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that," Bai Zhuzhu apologized through her tears, throwing herself into Zhou Lin’s waist, "I’m not blaming you, I just couldn’t control myself, I don’t bla you, sister won’t bla you either."

Bai Zhuzhu’s sister, Xu Zhenzhen, one followed mother’s surna while the other took father’s.

Xu Zhenzhen was originally Cheng Zhiwei’s close friend, but on the eve of their graduation, devastated by the relationship between Cheng Zhiwei and Zhou Lin, she ran out of the hotel and t with a car accident that destroyed her legs.

She had been receiving treatnt abroad for the past three years.

Zhou Lin’s emotions were tumultuous. He pushed away Bai Zhuzhu’s hands and left with big strides.

Bai Zhuzhu chased to the doorfra, apologizing weakly as she leaned on it, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry."

Not until the elevator carried Zhou Lin away did her sorrowful and frail look instantly turn cold, grinding her teeth as she said, "Cheng Zhiwei, you really have so nerve, to have Zhou Lin trouble

because of you."

But what did it matter? She held in her hands a trump card that Cheng Zhiwei could never match.

...

The next morning, Cheng Zhiwei went to the hospital.

The results had already co out.

"It’s poisoning," ng Qiancheng said with concern, "Weiwei, do you know who drugged you?"

Cheng Zhiwei knew who it was, but she had no evidence at this mont, and she didn’t want to drag ng Qiancheng into this, so she shook her head and typed to ask him how long the treatnt would take.

"I’ll prepare so dication for you, and you’ll be able to speak soon, but for a full recovery, you’ll need to rest for at least three months."

Three months... that was too long.

Zhiwei couldn’t wait any longer.

So Qiancheng arranged for Zhiwei to have nebulization treatnt. This thod was more effective and would enable her to communicate normally without problems.

Zhiwei’s anxiety was futile; all she could do for now was undergo treatnt.

Qiancheng personally instructed the nurse to take good care of Zhiwei and brought her a cup of water, saying tenderly, "Weiwei, have you offended soone? That’s why soone would drug and mute your voice like this. I rember you were about to record a song for so TV drama recently, is it related to that?"

Zhiwei smiled faintly but gave no indication.

Qiancheng sat beside her and continued, "Did you offend soone, or did you get in soone’s way?"

Zhiwei sighed in her heart. Look, even Qiancheng, who had just returned to the country, knew that she was wronged by soone, yet Zhou Lin couldn’t see it.

Since she couldn’t speak, she remained silent.

Qiancheng stroked her hair and reassured, "Don’t worry, I’m here for you."

After one nebulization session, Zhiwei obviously felt much better in her throat. She tried to speak tentatively, her voice was very hoarse, but finally, she could make a sound. Her eyes suddenly lit up with gratitude as she looked at Qiancheng.

"Weiwei, you must co every day for the nebulization," Qiancheng advised ticulously, "Although you can barely speak now, try to stay silent as much as possible to aid your recovery."

"Mm," Zhiwei replied, smiling with curved eyes and brows.

She had just been advised by Qiancheng to stay silent, but she was too happy and couldn’t help it.

Qiancheng had lots of work to do, so Zhiwei took her dicine and went ho after that.

That evening, Xu Tian called and invited Zhiwei to a gathering with so old classmates, that’s when she learned about Zhiwei’s vocal cord issues.

Xu Tian cursed Bai Zhuzhu thoroughly, and while at it, ended up cursing Zhou Lin as well.

These past few days, Zhou Lin had been taking Bai Zhuzhu to various events, where reporters took lots of photos. Everyone on the internet knew Zhou Lin was married, they just didn’t know who Young Madam Zhou was. Those unaware of her identity discussed in the comnts like it was a joke, wondering if Young Madam Zhou had beco a celestial being, transcending emotions and love, since she never responded to these scandals.

Zhiwei had felt heartbroken before, but since she had co to terms with it, her emotions had beco much calr. She said with a hoarse voice, "That’s just the way he is; there’s nothing worth getting angry over."

"Zhiwei."

"You guys have fun," Zhiwei hung up the phone.

Not long after she hung up the phone, Wen Ya’s ssage ca through, inquiring about the specifics of Zhiwei’s throat condition. Zhiwei didn’t hide anything and told the truth. Wen Ya expressed her helplessness and asked if Zhiwei was willing to give up the opportunity this ti, offering compensation.

Apparently, soone had let slip about Zhiwei’s injury and inability to speak, and now the internet was buzzing about it.

Wen Ya adored Zhiwei’s voice but also had to consider the drama production.

Zhiwei understood and didn’t accept any compensation from Wen Ya.

Wen Ya: [The decision from our side now is to have He Ye sing your song, but He Ye didn’t agree. He said he’d rather destroy the song than sing it for Bai Zhuzhu.]

Zhiwei was taken aback for a mont, then sent a ssage: [Doesn’t her team have their own song written?]

Wen Ya: [The song they wrote is just too poor; it’s unusable. Otherwise, I wouldn’t make such a decision. Miss Cheng, could I trouble you to persuade He Ye?]

Zhiwei didn’t agree imdiately: [I’ll try.]

This was He Ye’s matter, and naturally, it was up to He Ye to decide. Besides, Zhiwei didn’t want Bai Zhuzhu to touch anything that belonged to He Ye.

Bai Zhuzhu was incompetent herself; not everyone was willing to hold her up.