The next day.
Zhiwei followed Zhou Lin to see a doctor.
The good news was, Zhiwei’s ears could still be treated.
The bad news, they couldn’t be completely cured—the hearing could only be restored by half.
But to Zhiwei, that was good enough.
She accepted the treatnt willingly.
Two weeks passed and the treatnt showed progress, Zhiwei could hear so sounds even without a hearing aid.
She was thrilled.
Zhou Lin held her with reddened eyes.
Perhaps at this mont, the guilt in his heart was finally being repaid.
Regardless, Zhiwei still refused to remarry him.
Lin Yu had tried to persuade her, and so had Guo Cuihua.
Their marriage would be the best thing for their child.
Zhiwei, however, said, "It would be best if he’s willing to fulfill a father’s duty, but if he’s not, I can’t force him. Besides, now that we’re living together, to the child, it ans his parents are together."
No one ntioned this intentionally in front of the children, so why would they care?
After that, no one tried to persuade her again.
Only Zhou Lin seed particularly concerned about the status of marriage, not forcing her, but always casually asking, "How about getting married?"
Zhiwei wasn’t annoyed; she simply refused whenever he asked.
Life went on like this.
The Zhou Group and the He family reached a new partnership, and at the dinner, He Ye asked Zhiwei if she was content with this.
Swirling her red wine glass, Zhiwei smiled faintly, "What else, if he’s reluctant to let go, I won’t fall out with him."
With children, it’s always different.
After all, Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing now recognized him as their dad.
He Ye’s eyes were downcast, a touch of discomfort evident, as he spoke softly, "So, it’s still because I’m not good enough?"
Even today, having fully taken control of the He family, he still couldn’t match Zhou Lin.
Propping up the crumbling edifice of the Zhou family with such ease was not sothing ordinary people could achieve.
With such capability, no doubt Zhiwei also made her decision after deep reflection.
Recalling those past events, Zhiwei felt a stir in her heart and gently persuaded, "Senior, you’ll et soone better, soone who deserves your affection."
At that ti, he’d certainly be the happiest man.
He Ye clinked his glass against hers in acceptance and then leaned in to hug Zhiwei.
Zhiwei reciprocated the hug.
It was a perfect conclusion to their past relationship.
This scene was indeed tender, but to Zhou Lin, it was as if he had witnessed a deeply intimate and affectionate exchange.
His face expressionless, he gripped his wine glass tightly.
He had agreed to this cooperation with He Ye to repay him for their past partnership and for the years of care towards Zhiwei—a token of gratitude to the He family.
If he had known it would co to this, he would never have consented.
"President Zhou," Secretary Zhang spoke softly, influenced by Zhou Lin’s suppressed atmosphere, hardly daring to raise his voice, "It’s ti for your speech on stage."
Zhou Lin put down his wine glass and descended from the stage.
After delivering so perfunctory remarks, he suddenly joked, "Our President He is single now. Those of you with suitable daughters might want to give it a try."
He openly set up a matchmaking opportunity for He Ye.
Imdiately, several people were eager to try their luck and engage in conversation with He Ye.
He Ye maintained a faint smile, exuding a polite dignity.
He knew full well this was Zhou Lin’s doing; Zhou Lin had seen his embrace with Zhiwei.
Such a petty man.
Zhiwei’s eyes were uncomfortable; she quickly headed to the restroom to tidy up. Realizing her eyes were bloodshot.
She was considering telling Zhou Lin to go to the hospital.
Stepping out, she realized everyone was looking at her.
With deep affection, Zhou Lin extended his hand, inviting her to the first dance.
With so many eyes on her, Zhiwei couldn’t help but endure the discomfort in her eyes and entered the dance floor, half-supported by Zhou Lin’s arm.
Because of the discomfort in her eyes, she danced distractedly.
She stepped on Zhou Lin’s feet several tis.
Zhou Lin’s face grew darker, and by the second half of the dance, he could no longer bear it, pulling her close against him.
With clenched teeth, he asked, "Are you that reluctant to leave?"
Zhiwei just felt like sand had gotten into her eyes, involuntarily shedding tears.
Zhou Lin felt a cold sinking in his heart, incredulous, "You’re crying?"
Was it necessary?
At that instant, he felt the urge to terminate the partnership and kick He Ye out.
What hurt more was the feeling of helplessness.
He couldn’t get the image of their embrace or her falling tears out of his mind.
"Zhou Lin, my eyes hurt," Zhiwei couldn’t keep dancing, tugging at Zhou Lin to stop.
She really shouldn’t, but her eyes were truly unbearably uncomfortable.
Zhou Lin felt a despair, as if his ears were stuffed with cotton, looking at her with desperation. She wouldn’t agree to marry him—was it because she harbored feelings for He Ye?
So she was using this as an excuse.
He couldn’t help but grip Zhiwei’s wrist tightly.
Zhiwei’s eyes were in serious pain, "Zhou Lin?"
"No matter if you marry or not, don’t even think of being with him for the rest of your life," Zhou Lin was not going to let go.
Zhiwei retorted, "Are you sick? My eyes are uncomfortable; take to the hospital."
Zhou Lin’s brooding suddenly ceased, "Your eyes hurt?"
Zhiwei looked up, "See, they’re red, right?"
Under the light, Zhou Lin indeed noticed her eyes were severely red, looking very serious.
At the hospital, she was diagnosed with acute conjunctivitis.
Not serious, but very uncomfortable.
The dication provided so relief.
On the way back, Zhiwei, with a smile that was not quite a smile, looked at Zhou Lin, "What did you say earlier at the reception? Who can’t I be with?"
Zhou Lin gripped her hand tightly, his voice low and deep, "I misunderstood."
Zhiwei, slightly sarcastic, made her point clear again, "I’ve already said, I won’t get married. But relax, I wouldn’t do to you what you did - get involved with others while being with you."
Zhou Lin felt a sting in his heart.
"Zhiwei."
"Don’t bother ."
The next second, Zhou Lin’s phone rang.
After taking the call, he had the driver turn around and gave an address.
It was Cheng Zhiyin’s place.
Half an hour later, they arrived at Cheng Zhiyin’s house.
The doorbell rang, and soone ca to open the door—not Zhiwei but Huo Xuan.
"Huo Xuan, what are you doing here?" Zhiwei’s expression cooled down, even with her eye discomfort; she imdiately entered the living room.
Cheng Zhiyin sat on the couch, pale.
Hair half-damp, dressed in ho wear.
"Sis?" Zhiwei asked cautiously, "What’s wrong?"
Huo Xuan had already co over, openly confessing, "It’s my fault."
He, too, seed fresh from a shower.
Zhiwei raised her eyebrows, looking back and forth between them, a vague guess forming in her mind, "You two..."
Huo Xuan sighed, "It’s my fault. I was drugged."
Zhiwei: "..."
"If you were drugged, you should go to the hospital. Why run over here?"
Wasn’t this just a made-up excuse to bother Cheng Zhiyin?
How could Huo Xuan do such a thing.
Zhiwei’s eyes felt even more uncomfortable.
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