Cheng Zhiwei didn’t sleep at all last night.
She had learned so things from Cheng Shang but had no idea the truth was so unbearable.
Yu Man had entrusted her to the Cheng Family before jumping to her death, and the entire Wen Family had fled abroad.
The birth owed to Yu Man, the upbringing owed to the Cheng Family, what did it have to do with the Wen Family?
And Zhou Lin, without her permission, had gone ahead and conducted a paternity test—did he think he understood her that well?
The more she thought about it, the heavier her chest felt.
At ten o’clock, Zhou Lin put the two children to bed and ca to knock on her door.
Cheng Zhiwei pulled the covers over her head, pretending not to hear.
It was unknown how much ti had passed when the door lock clicked open.
Cheng Zhiwei abruptly sat up in bed and saw Zhou Lin’s figure.
He said to the person behind him, "That will be all, you can go back."
"Okay, President Zhou."
Zhou Lin couldn’t enter the door, so he had soone unlock it.
Overbearing and authoritarian.
Cheng Zhiwei’s face was extrely pale, her eyes particularly red and swollen; she had hidden in her room and wept bitterly.
Zhou Lin’s full chest of accusations dissipated.
He walked over and gently embraced her, their noses touching as he tenderly apologized, "You don’t like the Wen Family, then we won’t associate with them. Let’s pretend this never happened, like we have no connection."
"Between us, there’s no need to fall out over outsiders."
He especially regretted agreeing to Wen Yongan to do the paternity test, Cheng Zhiwei being angry was justified.
"I admit what I did was inappropriate—I apologize."
Initially, he had only thought that if Cheng Zhiwei found her own family, she might be happier, but he hadn’t anticipated such hidden truths about the past.
Most of the ti, won think more than n.
It was his negligence.
"You don’t need to apologize," Cheng Zhiwei’s voice was hoarse, having cried, she had cald down sowhat, but the indifference in her eyes couldn’t be hidden, "Do whatever you want, no need to explain it to ."
Zhou Lin was still considering what to say to coax her.
Cheng Zhiwei then said, "Although you are the father of the children, Zhou Lin, we have already divorced twice. Do you rember what you said when we got back together initially?"
She had cried and thought a lot in her room; she and Zhou Lin really weren’t suitable for each other. As long as they were together, various issues would arise.
Initially, she had planned to leave with the children alone, but then Zhou Lin had brought up that three-month agreent, and thinking of Zhou Ruoki, she agreed to remarry him.
At that ti, Zhou Lin said that if, in three months, she still couldn’t reconcile with him, they would divorce.
Now the three months were up.
Zhou Lin’s handso face was expressionless, his eyes turbulent with suppressed rage, his voice light yet carrying heavy anger, "Are you driving away?"
Cheng Zhiwei’s lips tightened; she did wish him to leave, but it wasn’t exactly sending him away.
"Zhou Lin," she called his na.
Zhou Lin, however, tightly grasped her wrist, spoke lightly, "I don’t accept that."
Cheng Zhiwei was stunned at first before realizing the implication of his words; he wasn’t leaving.
Such a defiance, as if this was his ho.
Cheng Zhiwei wanted to speak, but was silenced by Zhou Lin’s kiss, his anger making it forceful.
His hands gripped her waist, easily pressing her into the bed, his low and sexy voice lingering by her ear, "I’ve said it, if you don’t like them, we can avoid them. But if you want to drive away, I don’t accept it."
Cheng Zhiwei, furious, her face reddening, took off her hearing aid and held it up to Zhou Lin, "Look at this, don’t you think you’re being excessive?"
The small hearing aid pinched between her fingers was highly ironic.
She was driven by anger to do so, after all, she seldom brought up those things.
But Zhou Lin rely stiffened montarily, took the hearing aid lightly, placed it on the table, pulled her up and pushed her into the bathroom.
Then considerately brought her sleepwear.
His actions told her, he was willing to cater to her but would never leave.
Thus, Cheng Zhiwei began a unilateral cold war.
The next morning when she got up, Zhou Lin had already prepared breakfast. Cheng Zhiwei didn’t even look at it and went directly to Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing’s room, to help the two children dress and wash up.
Cheng Xing, usually not very clingy towards Zhou Lin, now began to ask, "Where’s Daddy?"
Cheng Yang glanced at Cheng Zhiwei’s face and whispered, "Mommy unhappy?"
Children are very sensitive and are adept at reading adult expressions.
Despite Cheng Zhiwei’s gentle deanor, trying to be as normal, they still sensed her unhappiness.
"Mommy will take you to kindergarten today." Cheng Zhiwei kissed their cheeks, much of the gloom in her heart dispersing.
Thankfully, she had such adorable children.
And they, unlike Zhou Lin, didn’t make her angry.
After stepping out, Zhou Lin took the children from her, his tone slightly curt, "There’s hot milk on the table, drink it."
Cheng Zhiwei didn’t wish to engage with him, but glancing down, she t Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing’s clear gaze—the children were watching, and she didn’t want to behave like she was quarreling with Zhou Lin.
She walked over and drank the milk.
Downstairs, Cheng Yang didn’t want to let go of Cheng Zhiwei’s hand, cautiously hinted, "I want both Mommy and Daddy to take us to kindergarten."
Cheng Xing also looked hopeful.
Previously, it was Mommy who took them to kindergarten, then Daddy, they had only been sent together once.
A child’s mind is pure seeing others’ parents often co together, they too wanted such happiness.
Cheng Zhiwei felt a mont’s pause in her heart, she had just had a cold war with Zhou Lin all night, how could she pretend to be loving and send the kids to school.
"It’s okay, I was just saying," Cheng Yang thoughtfully said, "Mommy, bye."
Cheng Zhiwei knew she had been neglecting them lately due to work, feeling a rush of guilt, and no longer caring about the cold war with Zhou Lin, walked over and took Cheng Yang’s hand, "Alright, Mommy will also take you to kindergarten."
Cheng Yang cheered while Cheng Xing pursed her lips and chuckled softly.
Zhou Lin and Cheng Zhiwei together took the kids to their class.
Cheng Yang proudly introduced his classmates to his parents, and Cheng Xing cuddled in Zhou Lin’s arms like a good baby, her eyes sparkling brightly.
Cheng Zhiwei was beautiful, Zhou Lin handso; the two standing together caught all the children’s eyes, sounds of envy for Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing filled the air.
The teacher smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou, Madam Zhou, we have a parent-child sports day next week, you must co, the children will be very happy."
"Okay," Zhou Lin agreed, and after setting down the child, naturally took Cheng Zhiwei’s hand.
Cheng Zhiwei naturally wouldn’t refuse, the children were watching, and she didn’t shake off Zhou Lin’s hand.
Only when they got back to the car, did Cheng Zhiwei’s face turn cold again.
Zhou Lin drove her to the company, neither of them spoke the entire way.
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