Zhou Lin never wanted to take dicine when he fell ill, and last ti he had a fever, it was Cheng Zhiwei who took advantage of his weakness to stuff the dicine into his mouth.
This ti...
Cheng Zhiwei considered the possibility of repeating that act. One of his hands was immobilized, and he probably didn’t have enough strength to stop her, right?
She felt a little restless.
Zhou Lin watched her, tilting his head slightly. He saw through her every little thought.
His heart couldn’t help but flutter with a sense of pride and delight.
She still cared about him.
But he couldn’t let her see that he was actually looking forward to that kind of thing.
Zhou Lin turned his gaze away, pretending not to notice her intentions, and humd deliberately, "I’ve said I won’t take the dicine, Cheng Zhiwei. Can’t you understand?"
"I understand," Cheng Zhiwei said dispassionately, looking at Zhou Lin’s haughty face. Her voice was calm. She placed the dicine on the cabinet, "So I’ve left the dicine here. Whenever you’re willing to take it, just take it."
She had figured it out. They were about to divorce; there really was no need to show too much concern.
He didn’t lack her concern either.
So whether or not he took the dicine was up to him.
Cheng Zhiwei actually left the dicine there, which completely surprised Zhou Lin. His expression stiffened montarily, his gaze swept over the pill and finally settled on Cheng Zhiwei’s indifferent face.
She was bending down, twisting open a thermos. Halfway through, she seed to rember sothing and looked up at him with a low, neither cold nor warm voice, "This is a soup Aunt Wang specially made for you. Would you like to have so?"
Zhou Lin was already quite upset. He wanted to say no, but as the words reached his lips and he saw that lone pill, he realized if he said no, Cheng Zhiwei would absolutely seal the thermos and toss it aside.
A sense of suffocation welled up from within for no apparent reason.
He wanted to have the backbone to tell her to leave, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Cheng Zhiwei frowned slightly and asked again, "Aren’t you going to drink it? If not, I’ll put it away."
"Drink," Zhou Lin said through clenched teeth, anger causing his chest to ache, and he spat out the word.
Cheng Zhiwei poured out half a bowl and offered it to him.
Zhou Lin didn’t take it. His eyes were sowhat dark and tense; his voice rose unconsciously in irritation, "My right hand is injured. How am I supposed to eat?"
After so thought, Cheng Zhiwei raised the small table tray and handed him the spoon.
That should be fine, right?
This ti, Zhou Lin genuinely laughed out of sheer anger. His gaze clenched on Cheng Zhiwei’s face, and he said sarcastically, "Cheng Zhiwei, this hand of mine was injured because of you. Don’t you have a conscience? You know I can’t move, and yet you still tornt like this."
Cheng Zhiwei blinked uncomprehendingly, "How am I tornting you?"
The tray was set, and the spoon was ready.
What else did he want?
Zhou Lin was so frustrated that his face darkened, and with a sardonic tone, he coldly said, "Would the Young Madam mind lowering herself to feed a sip of warm soup, considering I’ve saved your life? I would be grateful."
Only then did Cheng Zhiwei realize what Zhou Lin ant.
She frowned, clearly reluctant. He still had one hand that could function. Clearly, he was capable.
"If you don’t want to, let it go, I saved you voluntarily. You should leave and not hold up your date with ng Qiancheng."
Cheng Zhiwei knew Zhou Lin said this on purpose. She could ignore it, but a voice in her head kept telling her that it was he who had saved her yesterday. If it weren’t for him, she would be the one lying in the hospital.
When considering the matter, she really couldn’t just walk away.
A few seconds later, Cheng Zhiwei picked up the bowl and brought the spoonful of soup to Zhou Lin’s lips, "Drink, Young Master Zhou."
Zhou Lin restrained the corners of his lips from turning up due to his improving mood, took a sip, and then said unhurriedly, "Cheng Zhiwei, rember, you’re doing this voluntarily. I haven’t forced you."
Cheng Zhiwei rolled her eyes inwardly. How childish.
The soup made by Aunt Wang was comforting and ward the stomach. After drinking a bowl of soup, Zhou Lin felt much more comfortable and stopped being arrogant. He took his dicine voluntarily and asked Cheng Zhiwei to serve him another bowl.
He also couldn’t help snorting, "My mother is just fond of you. It’s been many years, but Aunt Wang has never taken care of personally."
Cheng Zhiwei didn’t respond; she just kept spoon-feeding him the soup.
When half of the second bowl had been consud, the door to the sickroom was suddenly pushed open, and Seo Zhenzhen’s worried voice ca through, "Ah Lin, I heard you got hurt..."
Her words stopped abruptly upon seeing Cheng Zhiwei and what she was doing.
Seo Zhenzhen’s smile faded a bit, then shone even brighter, "Zhiwei, you’re here too."
Cheng Zhiwei set the bowl aside and stood up, "Now that Miss Seo is here, I’ll be leaving."
She did not have a good impression of Seo Zhenzhen.
Seo Zhenzhen said, "I ca to see Ah Lin since I heard he was hospitalized. You don’t have to leave. Look at my legs; I’m not able to take care of Ah Lin. Thank you for your trouble."
Cheng Zhiwei lowered her gaze. Huh, she thinks I’m a nanny, huh?
She prepared to leave with an expressionless face.
"Zhiwei, wait a second." Seo Zhenzhen called out, taking out an ointnt from her pocket and handing it to Cheng Zhiwei, "This is a dicine that a friend brought back from abroad. It’s supposed to be very good for injuries and scars. Take it and use it."
Cheng Zhiwei had been wearing a mask whenever she went out, but after coming here, since Zhou Lin had seen her face, she took it off.
The marks on her face were still terrible and patchy, especially when compared to Seo Zhenzhen’s beautiful face, looking all the more wretched and ugly.
Cheng Zhiwei looked indifferently at Seo Zhenzhen; she didn’t need such an obvious reminder of how unattractive she was now.
"Miss Seo, you should keep it for yourself."
"Zhiwei, don’t misunderstand, I just want to make ands on behalf of Lanzhi." Seo Zhenzhen’s lips curled with a layer of helplessness, "What’s done cannot be undone, but we can compensate. We genuinely want to make it up to you."
Cheng Zhiwei watched her hypocritical face quietly, wanting to say sothing, but knowing that her words would only provoke an argunt. It wasn’t about being unable to argue back, but rather that it really affected her mood.
Her emotions had been fluctuating a lot lately, and she really didn’t want to drain herself with all these ssy issues.
So, she held back and walked away.
However, Seo Zhenzhen turned her wheelchair, blocking the doorway, "Zhiwei, can you give Lanzhi a chance?"
Insistence is not insistence if it’s abandoned halfway.
Cheng Zhiwei truly didn’t understand why Seo Zhenzhen was still pursuing this matter; the incident had already concluded. She and Bai Zhuzhu were indeed sisters, with the sa character and equally repulsive ways.
Taking a deep breath, Cheng Zhiwei took a couple of steps back, turned to look at Zhou Lin with a not-so-pleasant tone, "What now, if I don’t agree to forgive He Lanzhi, do you plan to keep here indefinitely?"
Zhou Lin clearly understood the sarcasm in her eyes and frowned, "Zhenzhen, stop it."
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