Cheng Zhiyin didn’t care about these matters; she pushed Huo Xuan away and said coldly and calmly, "We’re not suitable, Young Master Huo, please stop coming to see from now on."
Her reference to him as Young Master Huo was tinged with irony.
Huo Xuan laughed out of frustration. "Cheng Zhiyin, I just helped you."
"Oh, thanks." Cheng Zhiyin turned and walked away, her indifference extre.
Huo Xuan also beca angry; he was sincerely invested in this relationship, pouring his heart and soul into it for her.
And what happened? She sought out other n to provoke him, and when he helped her drive that man away, she turned around and gave him the cold shoulder.
It was so infuriating that it made his heart ache.
This ti, he didn’t chase after her. After all, he couldn’t forever offer his heart to her to trample upon.
When Cheng Zhiyin next went to see Cheng Zhiwei, it was Cheng Zhiwei who broached the subject and learned that Zhou Lin had sought Huo Xuan’s assistance.
When Zhou Lin arrived, Cheng Zhiwei said discontentedly, "How could you turn to Huo Xuan?"
She had already made it clear; Huo Xuan was no good person.
Zhou Lin offered her water, his gaze serene and indifferent, "Huo Xuan isn’t that kind of person."
Cheng Zhiwei snorted, "You didn’t know He Lanzhi was that kind of person initially, did you?"
After all, compared to Huo Xuan, He Lanzhi used to be Zhou Lin’s best friend, a pity that while wearing a cuckold, he also coveted Zhou Lin’s family wealth.
Zhou Lin wasn’t angry, just looked at her with a half-smiling gaze, "You’ve t Huo Xuan. Based on your first impression, do you think he’s the sa kind of person as He Lanzhi?"
Naturally, Huo Xuan wasn’t, but Cheng Zhiyin had been wronged by him.
"Already wronged before even being together, who knows how much more she will have to endure in the future," Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes lowered.
She knew all too well as soone who had been there.
The atmosphere in the hospital room suddenly beca oppressive.
Her words were full of double anings, and Zhou Lin understood.
Yet, since he was at fault, being complained about was deserved, and Zhou Lin showed no impatience. On the contrary, he went along with Cheng Zhiwei’s words, "That’s why I need to treat you better, to make up for my errors."
Cheng Zhiwei gazed at the glittering darkness of his eyes, words rolling around her mouth but ultimately blurted out, "Does the paternity test in Cheng Shang’s hands have anything to do with He Mingzhu?"
Aside from He Mingzhu, she couldn’t think of anyone else capable of such an act.
"And Qiqi. Even though we can’t find concrete evidence, He Mingzhu must have contacted him."
Cheng Zhiwei’s frown deepened; up to now, almost two families had been ruined, yet they couldn’t catch a trace of He Mingzhu.
Zhou Lin’s eyes and brows seed serene, concealing many things Cheng Zhiwei couldn’t understand.
These days, he hadn’t said a word about that matter, but he had been sufficiently gentle and patient with her.
Just like now, as he stroked her hair, he said calmly, "Don’t worry, there will be an outco."
There would be an outco, but who knew what it would be.
Cheng Zhiwei didn’t want to ask anymore; instead, she changed the subject back to Cheng Zhiyin, "If you want to help, help, just don’t let Huo Xuan bully her."
"The Huo family, such a family, is not right for her." Cheng Zhiwei said serenely, for even if Huo Xuan didn’t mind, how could his parents and relatives feel the sa?
Otherwise, Huo Xuan’s sister wouldn’t have made those remarks.
"Huo Xuan can make his own decisions," Zhou Lin still spoke in defense of Huo Xuan.
"If you continue to involve Huo Xuan, you can leave my sister’s matters alone," Cheng Zhiwei grew impatient.
"Okay, I got it," Zhou Lin tousled her hair. He paused, then added, "I have a banquet tonight, so I’ll be late. You should rest early."
"Okay."
Cheng Zhiwei didn’t really pay it any mind until Xu Tian suddenly sent her a photo.
At the bustling banquet, He Mingzhu and Zhou Lin stood side by side, giving off an air of compatibility, perhaps due to the angle.
Moreover, Zhou Lin’s arm was draped with He Mingzhu’s hand.
Xu Tian’s ssages ca in rapid succession.
[Is this the legendary Miss He whose family cooperated with the Zhou Group on a project worth billions?]
[She’s beautiful, but why does she act as if she’s the hostess?]
[Now everyone is saying the two families are preparing for a marriage alliance. Zhiwei, do you know about this?]
Cheng Zhiwei stared at the photo, Zhou Lin in a proper black suit standing tall and handso under the glittering lights, his deanor cold, exuding an air of nobility.
He Mingzhu in a strapless gilded gown, long earrings dangling at her collarbone, dazzling and elegant.
Indeed, a striking couple.
She replied to Xu Tian: [It’s fine.]
Xu Tian: [What do you an it’s fine? Aren’t you afraid he’ll betray you again?]
Cheng Zhiwei: [We’ve already signed a divorce agreent, and we might get divorced soon.]
Agreeing to remarry had been because Zhou Lin didn’t want a marriage alliance, but now it seed he didn’t have much freedom to object.
When Zhou Lin returned, it was nearly midnight; Cheng Zhiwei was lying with her eyes closed, only a small lamp was left on in the hospital room.
The sll of alcohol and perfu was overpowering.
Pausing just an inch away from her, he then headed to the bathroom.
The sound of water ran for a long ti.
Cheng Zhiwei lay with her eyes open in bed until a cool embrace squeezed in beside her.
Zhou Lin still slled faintly of alcohol, but the perfu scent was thoroughly gone.
He kissed Cheng Zhiwei’s forehead. "Why aren’t you asleep?"
Cheng Zhiwei quietly looked at him. "Everyone outside is saying that you and He Mingzhu are about to enter into a marriage alliance."
Zhou Lin was silent but held her even tighter, his chin rubbing on her shoulder, "You have the divorce agreent in your hand, what are you afraid of?"
Cheng Zhiwei spoke softly, "If you don’t agree, will there be problems with the project?"
She didn’t understand business, but could guess a thing or two.
"That’s not for you to worry about. Rest well and heal," Zhou Lin placed his cool palm over Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes, "Zhang Yuanheng said you could be discharged in two or three days."
"Zhou Lin."
"Zhiwei, I’m a bit tired, can we talk next ti?" His voice was hoarse, sounding utterly exhausted.
Cheng Zhiwei forced a smile. "Okay."
As Zhou Lin’s breathing beside her pillow steadied, Cheng Zhiwei’s phone vibrated.
In the dim light, the phone screen showed He Mingzhu’s taunting ssage.
"Take good care of him."
With a photo from the banquet attached, showing intimacy. Yet compared to Xu Tian’s photo, it seed forced and artificial.
Cheng Zhiwei considered and then typed a few words in response, "Thank you, Miss He, for caring about my husband so late at night."
Gently placing the phone on the nightstand, Cheng Zhiwei turned to look at Zhou Lin.
The shadows under his eyes had darkened.
She couldn’t help reaching out to touch them, only for her fingers to be caught by the supposed sleeping man, a deep smile in his eyes, "Can’t sleep?"
Cheng Zhiwei looked intently into his eyes, "You don’t have to deliberately keep things from ."
Zhou Lin’s expression remained unchanged, drawing her fingers slowly to his lips, "Just take care of yourself and the two kids."
He would handle the rest; if those people had dug a trap for him to fall into, then nobody would have peace.
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