Cheng Zhiwei spoke with more than a hint of irony, "The one who can’t stand up is your sister; the Zhou Family taking care of her for a lifeti is only right. But what does this have to do with you, Bai Zhuzhu?"
She held back, but still couldn’t suppress the surge of bile rising within her, "Besides, your sister’s car accident was entirely her own fault. Over the years, Zhou Lin has hired the best team to treat her, fulfilling his duty beyond reproach. What more do you want? Are a pair of legs a priceless treasure?"
Seo Zhenzhen had admitted with her own mouth that everything that happened between her and Zhou Lin was orchestrated by her.
If Seo Zhenzhen’s car accident wasn’t her own fault, then what was it.
"Cheng Zhiwei, enough," Zhou Lin said, a dark fury spreading across his face as he glared intensely at Cheng Zhiwei, a sharp, cold glint in his eyes.
Seo Zhenzhen covered her face, tears flowing through her fingers, her situation both pathetic and tragic, "You’re right. It’s my own fault. I should have just died. After all, I’m nothing but a cripple."
As she spoke, she beca agitated, turning her wheelchair to leave, but after only a few steps, she scread and, along with the wheelchair, tumbled to the ground.
Zhou Lin’s face imdiately went pale as he rushed over to lift her up, bellowing at the servants, "Are you all blind? She was about to fall and you didn’t think to help her?"
Bai Zhuzhu, appearing utterly concerned for Seo Zhenzhen, glared at Cheng Zhiwei resentfully, "Are you satisfied now?"
Cheng Zhiwei smirked leisurely, "This wheelchair has tipped over ti and again. Perhaps its quality is a bit lacking."
Seo Zhenzhen trembled with rage, huddled in Zhou Lin’s embrace, tears in her eyes, a picture of utmost misery, exclaiming in disbelief, "Are you suggesting I did it on purpose?"
"Whether it was intentional or not, you know best," said Cheng Zhiwei with a double aning.
"Cheng Zhiwei," Zhou Lin, unable to bear any more, glared at Cheng Zhiwei as if wishing he could flay her a thousand tis over, "Zhenzhen is not you, she doesn’t have as many despicable tricks."
If this had been in the past, Cheng Zhiwei would have been heartbroken, wondering why Zhou Lin didn’t trust her. But now, she stood firm and upright, her indifferent gaze filled with disdain.
She had endured for three years and didn’t want to endure any longer.
"Zhou Lin, you know very well why I’m standing here. Don’t get your identity confused," she said.
The statent towered over Zhou Lin, causing his pupils to contract sharply, his aura turning terrifying, his voice deep and heavy, "Cheng Zhiwei, you... are... very... good."
The words squeezed through his clenched teeth, filled with fury and malice.
Cheng Zhiwei lifted her chin to et his gaze, unwavering and unhidden, "Anyway, I am indeed better than soone who is both blind and heart-blind."
Seo Zhenzhen nestled in Zhou Lin’s arms, clutching his suit jacket, "Ah Lin, I don’t feel well. Let’s go."
Zhou Lin tightened his arms and left without turning back, each step heavy with seething anger.
Cheng Zhiwei stood in the living room, her gaze sweeping over the servants by the door. There were several faces she did not recognize, presumably hired by Zhou Lin to take care of Seo Zhenzhen.
Now they stood there, not daring to et her eyes.
"Aunt Wang," called Cheng Zhiwei, "settle their wages."
"Right away, Young Madam," Wang i imdiately went to carry out the task.
Cheng Zhiwei glanced at the unfamiliar items in the living room and then instructed, "Throw out all the things that aren’t needed."
Wang i responded with glee, relieved that the Young Madam was finally taking a firm stance.
Cheng Zhiwei returned to the master bedroom. Fortunately, this ti, the master bedroom was clean and unoccupied. She took it upon herself to move Zhou Lin’s belongings to the neighboring guest room.
Zhou Lin did not return for the whole night, and Cheng Zhiwei did not inquire.
The next day, after breakfast, she went to the hospital to visit Zhou Chenyuan and Lin Yu.
Zhou Chenyuan had already been staying in the hospital, where a professional team took over all of his treatnts. That entire floor was guarded by bodyguards, and no outsiders were allowed in.
Lin Yu personally took care of all Zhou Chenyuan’s big and small matters, and their relationship was exceptionally close.
Cheng Zhiwei stood at the door for a while before knocking and entering, placing the thermal container on the table with a gentle smile, "Aunt Wang got up early to make this soup, it slls so good."
Lin Yu poured a bowl for Zhou Chenyuan and said with a beaming smile, "Thanks for the hard work, Zhiwei. I heard you moved back to Sparkling Sky City?"
Cheng Zhiwei nodded, "Yes."
Lin Yu already knew about the incident from yesterday, and she praised, "You should’ve done this earlier."
Being tougher could let others know she was not one to be bullied.
The Young Madam Zhou was not just Zhou Lin’s wife, but also the Young Madam of the Zhou Family.
Cheng Zhiwei felt a warm feeling in her heart as she chatted with Lin Yu in the hospital room. Then she received a call from He Ye. The songs she had recorded last ti were all processed, and he invited her to the studio. If there were no problems, these two songs would be used as the soundtrack when Director Wen’s drama released its trailer.
At that ti, Cheng Zhiwei’s na would appear next to the work’s title, along with the na of He Ye Studio.
He Ye asked her to co to the studio to sign a contract as well.
Cheng Zhiwei naturally agreed.
So much had happened recently that she had nearly forgotten about He Ye, but thankfully he still rembered her.
Cheng Zhiwei went to He Ye Studio, and with He Ye’s personal involvent, the songs ca out perfectly. Apart from having a great voice, Cheng Zhiwei’s professionalism was inferior to He Ye’s, and she couldn’t offer much feedback.
He Ye handed her the contract, "It’s a three-year contract, take a look first."
Instead of looking at the contract right away, Cheng Zhiwei said earnestly, "You’ve probably heard about the things that have been happening to . If I sign the contract, I might bring endless trouble to you."
Since He Ye hadn’t contacted Cheng Zhiwei for a while, she thought he had changed his mind.
Actually, changing his mind would have been the normal reaction, considering that she was practically synonymous with trouble.
He Ye comforted her, "If you really want to keep it a secret, just use a stage na when you credit the songs. I think as the Young Madam Zhou, nobody would force you to do anything you don’t want to."
Cheng Zhiwei thought for a mont, "Then let’s use the na Ling Yue Xianji."
She had used this na when she sang on live broadcasts while studying, as a kind of nostalgia for the past.
"That’s fine." He Ye anded the contract accordingly.
After signing the contract, He Ye reached out his hand with a warm smile, "Welco to my studio."
This was almost an unconditional trust.
Cheng Zhiwei felt a warm current welling up in her heart. The world might be harsh, but there was always hope.
"Senior, thank you." Cheng Zhiwei expressed her sincere gratitude. Neither Zhou Lin nor ng Qiancheng had given her the sense of solidity that He Ye had.
Dependable, and even heartwarming.
He Ye gave Cheng Zhiwei a tour of his studio and introduced his staff mbers to her. The studio wasn’t large, but it was fully equipped, and everyone there was an industry heavyweight. Besides Cheng Zhiwei, there were two other signed artists who were currently out on activities.
"Once the ots is released with the trailer, I’ll officially announce that you’ve joined the studio," He Ye explained to Cheng Zhiwei. "That will be the best timing for both you and the studio."
"Okay."
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