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

"She doesn't want children."

"what?"

Wang Mei was stunned, thinking she heard wrongly, "Young madam... don't want children?"

"Well, she said that if she wants to have children, she will get divorced." Zhou Lin laughed at himself, "I have tried my best to make it up to her, but she is forcing me like this."

He sat in the living room all night, and his thoughts were confused all night long. What was going through his mind was Cheng Zhiwei's indifference when he asked him to choose children or divorce.

She felt so cold.

"Does the young master want a child or a young wife?" Wang Mei said from behind.

"I want both." Zhou Lin gave the answer.

He wanted them all, but after thinking about them all night, he couldn't find a way to have both.

Cheng Zhiwei was right, the child was in her belly, and if she didn't want it, there were countless ways to get rid of the child.

The decisive man in the mall was helpless at this time.

Wang Mei bowed and said: "Young Master, you have always had a no-nonsense attitude towards the young madam and have never respected her thoughts. Especially when it comes to sister Xu Zhenzhen, you have always wronged the young madam. She has lost her memory, but can the things you have done be treated as non-existent?"

"Don't think my words are unpleasant. There is no decent lady out there. I know Miss Wei. She was tortured in your hands all the time. She even suffered from mental problems later. Do you think these injuries can be compensated for in three months?" ?"

Wang Mei's words were sharp but reasonable, "You know what the young lady wants. If you are really good to her and want to compensate her, you should make her happy."

After saying these words, Wang Mei went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Zhou Lin subconsciously wanted to touch a cigarette, but failed. His face was cold and stiff, and his sweater was infected by the cold air, making it even colder.

After standing there for more than half an hour, just when Wang Mei wanted to remind him that he would catch a cold if he continued to blow in the wind, Zhou Lin had already closed the window and ordered the servants to clean the living room and make sure to get rid of the smell of smoke before the young lady got up.

He picked up his cell phone on the coffee table, dialed the secretary's contract, and ordered in a low voice: "Prepare the divorce agreement for me."

After three seconds, Secretary Zhang's voice came, "Yes."

Wang Mei heard it clearly at the door of the kitchen. Her tense nerves relaxed when she heard those words, and she turned around to continue preparing breakfast.

She knew that Cheng Zhiwei wanted a divorce, but Zhou Lin would not let Cheng Zhiwei have an abortion, which would harm Cheng Zhiwei's body and make their precarious relationship worse.

At eight o'clock, Cheng Zhiwei put on a thick pajamas on top of her nightgown and went downstairs in soft slippers. She hadn't slept well all night, and there was a faint cyan color in her eyes.

He went to sit down at the dining table and then raised his eyes to look at the man opposite. Naturally, he saw the red bloodshot eyes and the blue stubble on his chin.

She picked up the spoon, sipped the porridge in small sips, and waited for Zhou Lin to speak.

Zhou Lin peeled the egg and placed it in front of her, his face expressionless.

Cheng Zhiwei looked at the white and tender eggs and said with a warm voice, "I'm waiting for your answer."

Zhou Lin pursed his lips, with anger in his throat, "Cheng Zhiwei, you just do whatever you want just because I like you now, right?"

He is angry.

Cheng Zhiwei said very calmly: "You misunderstood. I have never dared to rely on you to do whatever I want. I still have this self-knowledge."

That day on the boat, she saw reality clearly.

"Eat the egg." Zhou Lin's face was as dark and as ugly as it could be.

Cheng Zhiwei didn't eat, just looked at him quietly, waiting for his answer.

At this moment, the servant brought Secretary Zhang in.

As soon as Secretary Zhang came in, he felt a tense and depressing atmosphere. He bowed slightly and handed Zhou Lin a folder: "I brought the things."

Zhou Lin said lightly: "Give her a copy."

"Yes." Secretary Zhang took out a document and handed it to Cheng Zhiwei, and then handed the rest to Zhou Lin.

Cheng Zhiwei saw the words "divorce agreement" on the cover at a glance. His tense emotions calmly relaxed, and he opened it and read it carefully.

Five minutes later, she closed the agreement and handed it to Secretary Zhang, "I don't want the house, and I don't want that much money, just five million."

Although she has lost her memory, she also knows that she had little property when she married Zhou Lin. The house in Bright Tiancheng worth 50 million and the additional 50 million allocated to her in the agreement are all Zhou Lin's property. .

Although to Zhou Lin, 100 million may be just money for a small project, but she can't afford it and doesn't want it.

Secretary Zhang didn't take the agreement, he was waiting for Zhou Lin's intention.

Zhou Lin said expressionlessly: "Cheng Zhiwei, this is not for you, but for the child in your belly, or are you just lying to me for a divorce, and you will abort the child immediately after the divorce?"

Cheng Zhiwei looked calm and said, "No."

Zhou Lin sneered, his eyes were cold and sharp, and he slammed the folder in his hand on the dining table, "I'm very suspicious of your attitude of drawing a clear line."

Cheng Zhiwei didn't argue with him. She was silent for dozens of seconds and asked Secretary Zhang for a pen to sign her name.

Her goal is to get a divorce, not to get hung up on the details.

Besides, if Zhou Lin is willing to give so much, then she can just take it, and it’s not like she wants it on her own.

Zhou Lin signed and Secretary Zhang put the document away.

Zhou Lin smiled warmly, "I have conditions."

Cheng Zhiwei frowned, "What?"

"I have agreed to divorce you, but given your attitude towards me, I highly doubt that you will abort the child immediately after the divorce, so my condition is that I will give you the divorce certificate after the child is born safely. ."

"Zhou Lin." Cheng Zhiwei stood up angrily.

Zhou Lin glanced at her unhurriedly and leaned back on the chair leisurely, "Please be gentle, otherwise if something happens to the child, the marriage will be inseparable."

Cheng Zhiwei's chest heaved with anger, and she knew that this marriage was not so easy to divorce.

"I want a child, and you want a divorce certificate." Zhou Lin didn't even raise his eyes, with a sneer on his lips, "It's fair, isn't it? Do you want me to lose my wife and not even have the child?"

Cheng Zhiwei clenched his hands and said almost through gritted teeth: "If you want a child, there are a lot of women willing to give birth to you, so why are you obsessed with this one in my belly."

"Who said you are still legally my wife, Zhou Lin? I naturally value the child in your belly."

"You are such a scoundrel."

"You don't have to agree, Cheng Zhiwei." Zhou Lin suddenly said seriously and stared at her belly coldly, "As long as he has any accidents, you will never get divorced in this life. You will only be me, Zhou, for the rest of your life." Lin’s wife.”

Zhou Lin suppressed the pain in his heart. When he said these words, it seemed as if his wife's identity was a shackle and a prison.

But he hid those emotions very well. He only raised his chin, and his stern face was cold, indifferent and disdainful.

If Cheng Zhiwei had memories, he would know that Zhou Lin's demeanor at this time was exactly the same as before she lost her memory. Every time he threatened her with the people around her, he looked so dismissive and condescending.