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

"But my dad is your dad." Zhou Ruoqi was unhappy, but he was a child who was very observant. He knew that Zhou Lin liked Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing.

If dad really likes them, it's not that he can't accept it, but he has to find mom.

Cheng Xing still shook his head, "That's your dad, not mine. I don't have a dad."

This is what Cheng Yang often talks about. He always says that he has no father. Even if Cheng Zhiwei explains it, he still feels this way.

Zhou Ruoqi asked in a low voice: "Won't you compete with me for daddy?"

"will not."

Zhou Ruoqi was relieved, and a smile finally appeared on her face.

Lin Yu didn't know what the two children said, but she felt very relieved to see them getting along well. She quietly said to Zhou Lin, who had just arrived home, "They are siblings after all."

Zhou Lin raised his eyes and saw the harmonious scene of Zhou Ruoqi and Cheng Xing sitting together. He turned to look at the beautiful woman sitting quietly on the sofa, and his heart suddenly felt particularly soft.

He was originally going to pick up Cheng Zhiwei, mother and son, but Cheng Zhiwei refused, and he didn't want to make Cheng Zhiwei angry because of these trivial things, so he went home immediately after the work was completed, hoping to wait for them to come.

He thought that Cheng Zhiwei would have to take the children to have dinner before arriving, but he didn't expect that they had already arrived.

Cheng Zhiwei was much more generous than he thought.

He hurriedly went upstairs to change his clothes and came down, his voice soft, "Zhiwei."

Cheng Zhiwei raised his head and smiled politely, nodding as a greeting.

"Dad." Zhou Ruoqi jumped off the sofa, threw herself into Zhou Lin's arms, hugged his neck lovingly, and buried her little head in his shoulder, refusing to come out.

Despite Cheng Xing's assurance, he was still afraid that his father would be taken away.

Zhou Lin patted his back and asked warmly: "What's the matter, Qiqi?"

Zhou Ruoqi shook his head and said nothing, but also refused to get off him.

Zhou Lin used some effort to pull Zhou Ruoqi off of him, pinched his cheeks, and put him on the sofa next to Cheng Zhiwei.

Cheng Zhiwei was stunned for a moment. Although the child was innocent, she did not want to get close to Zhou Ruoqi.

Zhou Lin put Zhou Ruoqi next to her. What did he mean?

Zhou Lin sat down on the other side. Before he could say anything, Cheng Xing had already slipped over and reached out for Cheng Zhiwei to hug him.

Zhou Lin took the initiative and said: "Xingxing, can I hug you?"

He didn't take the initiative to say the word "Dad", fearing that the children might not get used to it yet.

At this time, he didn't know that Cheng Yang refused to accept Zhou Ruoqi's father as his father because he didn't like Zhou Ruoqi, but Cheng Xing promised Zhou Ruoqi that he would not compete with him for his father.

Neither of the two children had any intention of recognizing Zhou Lin.

Cheng Xing flattened his mouth and nestled in Cheng Zhiwei's arms, looking as if he was about to cry.

Zhou Lin didn't dare to reach out again.

I didn't feel unhappy, but I felt like I wanted to put the best things in the world in front of her to please her.

"What's wrong with Xingxing?" Cheng Zhiwei gently stroked Cheng Xing's hair.

"Star, remote control car, biubiubiu." Cheng Yang controlled the remote control car and ran over with a cheerful smile on his face.

He wants to play with Cheng Xing.

"Yangyang, go play by yourself." Cheng Zhiwei said angrily.

Cheng Yang made a face and ran away.

Cheng Zhiwei put Cheng Xing down, took a picture book from his bag and placed it in front of Cheng Xing, "Would you like to read a book, Xingxing?"

"Okay." Cheng Xing nodded obediently.

Can such a young child read books? Zhou Lin watched carefully.

If he read correctly, the picture book Cheng Zhiwei took out not only had pictures, but also simple words marked with pinyin.

Cheng Xing, holding the book in his arms, immediately got into it.

The noise of Cheng Yang operating the car had no impact on her, and she was immersed in her own world.

Zhou Lin felt both distressed and proud. This was his daughter, who could read independently at a young age.

At this time, Lin Yu came over and whispered to Cheng Zhiwei and Zhou Lin: "Shen Yuan is in the room upstairs. I want you to come up."

Cheng Zhiwei glanced at the child.

Lin Yu immediately said: "I'm here, don't worry."

Cheng Zhiwei nodded and went upstairs with Zhou Lin.

Due to physical reasons, Zhou Chenyuan only stayed downstairs for a while when the two children arrived, and then went upstairs to rest.

At this time, he was sitting by the window. He was still wearing a coat in the steamy weather, and his cheeks were deeply sunken.

"Dad." Zhou Lin called in a low voice.

Cheng Zhiwei whispered: "Uncle."

She could see that Zhou Chenyuan was severely tortured by the disease, and her heart suddenly felt heavy.

"Sit down." Zhou Chenyuan looked at them with a calm expression.

When they sat down, he looked at Cheng Zhiwei: "You have been living abroad alone with two children for the past three years. Your Aunt Lin should have gone with you, but my body is not good enough, so I held her back. .”

"Uncle, don't say that. Zhou Lin arranged a nanny and took good care of us." Cheng Zhiwei said with a faint smile.

She never shied away from mentioning those things.

It is precisely because she can bring up the past in such a plain tone that it makes it even more sad.

Zhou Lin's dark eyes flashed with helplessness, "Zhiwei, there is no need to talk about this between you and me."

Cheng Zhiwei just smiled and said nothing.

Zhou Chenyuan could see clearly that Cheng Zhiwei no longer had feelings for Zhou Lin, but Zhou Lin was still thinking about Cheng Zhiwei.

Feng Shui takes turns, and he deserves it.

But he didn't call them here just to talk about feelings.

"Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing will be three years old soon. Have you two considered remarrying?" Zhou Chenyuan asked.

Cheng Zhiwei said without any thought, "No."

Zhou Lin looked a little sad, lowered his eyes and said, "Listen to her."

He was trying to approach Cheng Zhiwei cautiously, naturally taking care of Cheng Zhiwei's emotions.

Zhou Chenyuan had known this would be the result, so he casually asked, "I asked you to come up because I have something to discuss with you."

"Dad, tell me."

"I want to make Cheng Yang the heir of the Zhou family instead." Zhou Chenyuan looked at Cheng Zhiwei quietly, "He is your son. With your surname, I should have asked your opinion on this matter."

Cheng Zhiwei's heart sank, but he came anyway.

She knew earlier that one of the two children would definitely return to the Zhou family to inherit everything, but then Xu Zhenzhen's child was born and the Zhou family decided to train Zhou Ruoqi as the heir. She was very happy.

She didn't want her children to bear such a burden. In fact, she just wanted to treat the Zhou family as ordinary relatives.

But Zhou Chenyuan said that he would change his successor.

He chose Cheng Yang.

If he agrees, Cheng Yang will have his surname Zhou.

Thinking of this, Cheng Zhiwei found it difficult to breathe, and the suffocation gripped her throat.

Zhou Chenyuan's tone was one of negotiation, but who knew if he would use strong methods if he didn't agree.

He may be ill, but he is still Zhou Chenyuan, a big shot in the business world back then.

Cheng Zhiwei's hands and feet were cold, and the blood all over his body was stiff.