"Impossible..." Cheng Zhiwei murmured in disbelief.
She couldn’t accept it.
Her fingers tightly clutched Zhou Lin’s clothes as she looked up at him with reddening eyes, "Was it you, was it you who deleted his ssage?"
Zhou Lin’s face darkened, and his large hand gripped Cheng Zhiwei’s wrist, trying to control the tumultuous emotions, he said softly, "Cheng Zhiwei, calm down, think about it, the phone has always been in your hands, how could I have deleted it, right?"
"Yes, the phone is with , but why didn’t he show up, he clearly asked to pick him up." Cheng Zhiwei complained with grievances, "He broke his word."
Zhou Lin pressed his brow, his voice low and gentle as he soothed her, "It’s too late, co back with , I’ll have soone look into it for you, okay?"
At this mont, he simply couldn’t bring himself to say that it was all Cheng Zhiwei’s imagination, that the person didn’t exist at all.
He just felt sothing tearing violently in his heart.
Cheng Zhiwei reluctantly gazed at the exit, her lips tightly pursed, "I don’t want to, I’ll just wait for him, he will definitely appear."
Zhou Lin didn’t speak, simply brought Cheng Zhiwei to inquire about the flight, and the result was the sa as Zhou Lin had said, there had been no flights after six o’clock.
Zhou Lin asked Secretary Zhang to send Cheng Zhiwei ho, while he himself went to the hospital, still holding Cheng Zhiwei’s phone in his hand. Cheng Zhiwei, struck by the fact that Ah Lin had not appeared, was listless and couldn’t muster any energy, and didn’t even notice her phone was missing.
When Zhou Lin walked into the ward, Seo Zhenzhen was absent-mindedly staring out the window, her hair that had almost reached her shoulders was softly clinging to her face, and her fingers were lightly clutching the blanket, as if thinking about sothing unpleasant.
"President Zhou is here." The nanny softly reminded Seo Zhenzhen.
Seo Zhenzhen lowered her head for a mont before turning to look over, with redness around her eyes, "Ah Lin, you’ve co."
Zhou Lin observed her pale face and frowned, "Do you feel unwell sowhere?"
Seo Zhenzhen slightly tilted her chin up, revealing her delicate and pretty neck, her face showing a mixture of pity and grievance, "You haven’t co to see for several days."
But Zhou Lin didn’t comfort her as he usually would, instead just gazing at her with a deep look in his eyes.
Such a silent gaze caused a sudden panic in Seo Zhenzhen’s heart, and she tentatively asked, "Ah Lin, what’s the matter?"
Only then did she clearly see the thin layer of hostility that shrouded Zhou Lin’s brow.
"That year, you found the day before our appointnt, saying you couldn’t wait to see , wanted to see if I had truly recovered." Zhou Lin paused, a thin, cold smile hooking on his lips, "Seo Zhenzhen, was that person really you?"
He asked directly.
Seo Zhenzhen’s hands clutched the blanket tightly, her mind went blank for a mont—he knew.
He knew that the person back then wasn’t her.
But the stunned state was montary, Seo Zhenzhen’s mind quickly reacted, tears fell down in large drops, her voice trembling, "You know everything?"
Since Zhou Lin knew, it must be that he had enough evidence; denial would be seeking one’s own demise.
So Seo Zhenzhen imdiately admitted it.
A desolation spread from the heart, tearing Zhou Lin’s emotions into shreds, his expression turning icy in an instant.
"Seo Zhenzhen." Zhou Lin’s daunting presence was utterly unrestrained, striking fear into hearts, "So, was it you who stole her account and impersonated her?"
Tears stread down Seo Zhenzhen’s face as she choked with vulnerability, "I was just in love with you."
She covered her face, trying to calm her emotions, struggling to hold back tears, "I know you’re angry, right now you must think of as a thief, and you probably find my feelings disgusting. I admit, it was my fault."
"But Zhou Lin, I did that only because I loved you, and being an orphan, I was dood never to be close to you. Yet Cheng Zhiwei, fully aware of my feelings, deliberately flaunted her relationship with you in front of ti and again, even insisting on dragging along every ti she went to see you."
"She was telling that I was delusional." Seo Zhenzhen laughed through her tears, "But I was delusional, I just loved you. Does loving soone warrant being humiliated by her ti and again? Is it a cri to love soone?"
"You’re still making excuses." Zhou Lin scoffed with irony, "Seo Zhenzhen, aren’t you willing to tell the truth?"
"I’ve said it, I stole her account, deliberately sent ssages to et up with you a day earlier." Seo Zhenzhen looked at his mocking face, her heart felt like it was about to explode.
"But if I knew that loving you would cost my legs, losing my sister, I would rather never love you in this lifeti." Seo Zhenzhen’s heart-wrenching cries collapsed onto the bed.
Zhou Lin’s anger gradually dissipated amidst her weeping, his expression grew complex, "Seo Zhenzhen, I will take full responsibility for your treatnt and will also provide a monthly stipend for your living expenses. But I hope that from now on, you won’t appear before again."
He had always been a man who could not tolerate deceit, and for him, Seo Zhenzhen’s deception was just as infuriating as when he once believed that Cheng Zhiwei had manipulated him into marriage.
But it was true that Seo Zhenzhen had lost her legs, and the death of her sister was also a fact, so Zhou Lin was willing to support her as compensation.
Seo Zhenzhen was close to tearing the blanket to shreds, barely controlling her desire to scream hysterically.
She turned her face away, tears streaming, "Back then, I did it because I knew you didn’t like Cheng Zhiwei. I never even hoped that you would confess your feelings for , I just wanted to be close to you."
Yes, at that ti, Zhou Lin did not care for Cheng Zhiwei.
"I was wrong to begin with, so as punishnt, fate made disabled and took my loved ones away from ." Seo Zhenzhen said bitterly, her face ashen and unwell, "I accept your accusations today, and your punishnt too. Since I am the bad person, don’t bother with anymore. Just let fend for myself."
Zhou Lin showed no emotional change in response to her heartfelt outpouring, his tone indifferent, "As you wish."
He then left coldly.
Seo Zhenzhen lay on the bed, biting the pillow to stifle her hysterical screams, soundlessly venting jealousy and hatred.
Images from three years ago surfaced in her mind.
It was soone’s birthday that day, she was a step too late arriving, only to see Zhou Lin and He Lanzhi smoking outside the private room.
He Lanzhi asked him with a playful smile, "You don’t really like Seo Zhenzhen, do you? You’re not planning on marrying her, right?"
What was Zhou Lin’s expression then? He let out a puff of smoke, his voice slightly hoarse, with a hint of nonchalance, "No."
"You’re just playing her?"
"That spot by my side happens to be empty. It just so happens she’s also obedient."
He Lanzhi sighed along, "Indeed, won see you and go crazy, can’t wait to cling to you. It’s less trouble having soone by your side."
"Yeah."
Seo Zhenzhen felt her entire being freeze into ice. Vaguely, she heard He Lanzhi ask again, "What kind of person do you want to marry in the future? Soone like Cheng Zhiwei?"
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