After the divorce, Mrs. Zhou proposed to remarry with her three children.

"Everyone can be a chess piece and a victim in your hands, right?" There were pale and weak tears in her eyes, "Actually, as long as you ask me to deceive Meng Qiancheng, I will definitely agree, and I will definitely do it. You can do it, but why did you deliberately misunderstand her and let her jump into this pit of fire?"

He held everything about her family and her friends in his hands. As long as he threatened her casually, she would have to be obedient. She could do what Cheng Zhiyin did.

But he chose Cheng Zhiyin, who shouldn't be involved.

"That was a misunderstanding. At first, I really wanted her to take care of you."

It was only after Cheng Zhiyin came into contact with Meng Qiancheng that he learned that Cheng Zhiyin had heard the conversation between him and Zhang Yuanheng.

Cheng Zhiwei laughed self-deprecatingly, "Okay, then let me ask you, if you refused to divorce and were still treating me well during that time, was it because you were using me as Xu Zhenzhen's shield?"

Zhou Lin's expression froze.

"In order to prevent me from going to jail, you were willing to hand over half of the management rights and let everyone think that you liked me. All the harm came to me. Zhou Lin, you dare to say that in your heart, I am not Xu Zhenzhen's." A shield?"

Of course Zhou Lin didn't dare to say it, because that's what he thought at the beginning.

He thought that Cheng Zhiwei was in good health and that she could run and jump and have him by her side, which was much better than Xu Zhenzhen.

He was silent.

"Why did my sister come to Meng Qiancheng? Is it a misunderstanding? You know it in your heart." Cheng Zhiwei said, "And on the Internet, Zhou Lin, you see those people savagely cursing me, can you really not control it? No, You just want me to have nothing and be Xu Zhenzhen’s shield and protective umbrella..."

The more she talked, the more she regretted that she had fallen in love with such a man who took every step of the way.

She harmed herself and her sister.

"I said, give me time." Zhou Lin said solemnly, "I will arrange everything for Cheng Zhiyin, you trust me."

"Please, let my sister go. You will think of other ways to deal with this matter, right?" Cheng Zhiwei turned away, she closed her eyes and curled up into a ball.

Believe him?

Not only did he harm himself, but more importantly, he harmed everyone around him.

There was silence in the air for a long time, and the only breath that belonged to Zhou Lin was extremely depressing.

"Not for the time being." Zhou Lin gave the answer.

Cheng Zhiwei thought, it was still like this, and he didn't want to speak anymore.

Zhou Lin stood for a while and then said calmly: "You are emotionally unstable now. Take a good rest. We will talk again when you figure it out."

The footsteps faded away and disappeared through the door.

Cheng Zhiwei opened her eyes and felt that her eyes were extremely astringent. It was clear that her heart was so clogged that she wanted to cry, but she couldn't shed even a single tear. It was so uncomfortable.

Wang Mei stuffed a cup of hot water over her and persuaded her gently and patiently: "Young Madam, we have to believe in the Young Master. He will definitely make Miss Zhiyin safe and sound."

Hot air covered Cheng Zhiwei's eyes, locking away the deep sadness layer by layer. Her hollow and calm voice was lifeless, "Aunt Wang, I want to go home."

"Go home? But your body..."

"I can't die." Cheng Zhiwei took a sip of hot water, her eyelashes trembling.

Wang Mei didn't dare to make the decision without permission, so she asked Zhou Lin, who said calmly: "Let her do it."

Cheng Zhiwei wanted to go back to Fengyuan, Cheng Zhiyin's home, but Zhou Lin refused and asked the driver to go back to Bright Sky City.

Zhou Lin didn't go back, but he would ask Wang Meicai about Cheng Zhiwei's situation every day.

Wang Mei reported exactly the same thing every day. Cheng Zhiwei was in a daze all day long, didn't eat enough, and was not in good spirits.

Until one day, she expressed her worries: "The young lady's reaction seems to have slowed down. I often have to talk to her several times before she responds."

It took a few seconds for the other end of the phone to say, "I'm going home tonight."

At eight o'clock in the evening, Zhou Lin arrived home, and there was no trace of Cheng Zhiwei in the huge living room.

He took off his coat, frowned and asked, "Where is she?"

Wang Mei hurriedly said: "At around six o'clock, the young lady went to bed."

Zhou Lin's pupils shook slightly. He handed the coat to Wang Mei and went upstairs. He gently and slowly opened the door of the master bedroom. There was no sign of Cheng Zhiwei in the quiet bedroom.

He turned around and headed towards the bathroom.

The door opened, revealing Cheng Zhiwei soaking in the bathtub.

She curled up motionless, and her fair skin was covered in patches of red.

Such a scene was so familiar that Zhou Lin's body stiffened.

His throat moved due to dryness. Without rolling up his sleeves, he just put his hand in and tested the water temperature.

The fruit is indeed cold.

He stretched out his hand to pick Cheng Zhiwei up, and his voice was particularly gentle and cautious: "The water is cold, can you come out and get dressed?"

Cheng Zhiwei only looked at the water. Her long hair was soaked in the water and was wet. She remained motionless.

He just collapsed and repeated: "But there is so much blood, I have washed it many times, but I just can't wash it off. I can't wash it off..."

Zhou Lin's hands were frozen in the cold water. After a long time, he seemed to have found his voice, "The water is cold."

Cheng Zhiwei took the towel and rubbed his skin vigorously. Soon, the red marks became more obvious.

But she didn't feel anything at all, she just fucked like a machine.

Zhou Lin couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed the towel and threw it aside. Cheng Zhiwei rubbed it with his hands without the towel, over and over again.

Zhou Lin was angry and his eyes were red. He took her out of the water, wrapped her in a bath towel and put her in the quilt. Then he changed her clothes and said, "It's clean. It's already very clean."

Cheng Zhiwei slapped Zhou Lin and struggled fiercely to go to the bathroom. His wet hair was stirred in a mess, making Zhou Lin's head and face wet.

Zhou Lin leaned over and held her firmly in his arms, his eyes gentle and calm. He knew Cheng Zhiwei couldn't hear her, but he still said over and over again: "It's okay, Cheng Zhiwei, she's already very clean."

I don't know how long it took, but Cheng Zhiwei became tired from struggling, and his whole body became weak and he fell asleep.

Zhou Lin then released her little by little, let her lie down, and blew her hair dry.

Two hours had passed since he had placed Cheng Zhiwei in place. He stared blankly at her pale sleeping face. His palm subconsciously fell on her cheek, but the temperature of his tentacle was extremely cold. He reached into the quilt and touched Cheng Zhiwei's hand. , is just as cold.

She was lifeless, without warmth.

He quickly took off his clothes and lay down on the quilt. He held Cheng Zhiwei in his arms with his long arms and pressed it against his heart.

Cheng Zhiwei woke up from the heat and had a severe headache. When he moved a little, he felt the unusual temperature around him.

Looking up, she saw Zhou Lin's sleeping face. She scrambled out of Zhou Lin's arms, clutching the quilt tightly with her fingertips, biting her lip, and her expression suddenly became uncomfortable.

"I didn't push Bai Zhuzhu."

As soon as she finished speaking, her wrist was grabbed. She was caught off guard and raised her head. Seeing Zhou Lin's confused expression, her shoulders trembled slightly and she hugged herself: "I didn't push Bai Zhuzhu, I wanted to hold her. "