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

Zhou Lin took Zhou Ruoqi to the hospital.

Cheng Zhiwei took a shower and changed clothes and came out. He thought that the night was over and planned to leave directly, but as soon as he got downstairs, he saw Secretary Zhang.

Secretary Zhang's meaning was simple. He sent Cheng Zhiwei to the hospital.

Cheng Zhiwei promised to accompany Zhou Lin tonight. So even though I felt speechless, I went anyway.

In the hospital, Zhou Ruoqi had fallen asleep after taking the injection. Zhou Lin went to the doctor. Secretary Zhang sent Cheng Zhiwei to him and then sent Zhang Xiaoman back.

Closing the door quietly, Cheng Zhiwei walked to the bedside and looked at Zhou Ruoqi. The little child's face was pale, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, his eyelashes wet, and a needle still fixed in his left hand. He looked very pitiful.

Cheng Zhiwei couldn't help but take a tissue and carefully wiped the tears from his eyes.

He pulled the quilt again.

"Mom." A weak and small voice suddenly sounded.

Cheng Zhiwei was stunned, her hand resting on his tender cheek.

Zhou Ruoqi's eyelashes trembled, but she did not wake up, but tears leaked from the corners of her eyes again, and her body moved uneasily.

Cheng Zhiwei was afraid that he would miss the needle and quickly held his hand.

She shouldn't have cared about it originally, this was Xu Zhenzhen's child, but when she thought that the child was innocent, she felt that she had a legitimate reason and softened her heart.

Gently lifting Zhou Ruoqi up, she half-reclined on the head of the bed, letting Zhou Ruoqi lie in her arms, patting her gently with her palms.

Zhou Ruoqi felt safe, quickly calmed down, and fell asleep a little deeper.

Outside, Zhou Lin stood quietly, looking at the warm scene in the room without blinking. His heart became hot, but it became even more sour.

If he had been nicer to her back then, he wouldn't have just secretly watched scenes like this from outside.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Lin moved his numb feet and walked in.

"What did the doctor say?" Cheng Zhiwei asked casually.

"You can go back after the injection." Zhou Lin replied.

Cheng Zhiwei didn't ask any more questions. She leaned on the bed and closed her eyes to relax, feeling soft and distant.

The ward was too quiet.

Zhou Lin took the initiative to ask Cheng Zhiwei if he wanted to have a midnight snack, and he asked someone to arrange it.

"No need." Cheng Zhiwei turned aside and took out his phone to check the time.

Zhou Lin's heart clenched as she moved, and he couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Are you just so impatiently looking forward to dawn?"

"Everyone wants to see the light of day." Cheng Zhiwei raised the corner of his mouth with a faint smile, "Is it possible that we have to stay in the darkness for the rest of our lives?"

She made a pun, and Zhou Lin understood it.

He was speechless, so he chose silence.

After Zhou Ruoqi got the injection, Cheng Zhiwei was about to put him on the bed. When the injection came out, he drowsily held her in Cheng Zhiwei's arms, holding her clothes tightly with his little hands, and called out softly: "Mom .”

Cheng Zhiwei could only hold him in her arms again and coax him gently.

She was also holding him when he went back.

Because Zhou Ruoqi wouldn't let others hug her at all. As soon as she felt someone was about to pick her up, she would immediately hold on to Cheng Zhiwei's clothes.

After several twists and turns, Cheng Zhiwei simply hugged Zhou Ruoqi and did not let Zhou Lin interfere. The final result was a large bed in the master bedroom, with a child sleeping between them.

The night was quiet and gentle, and the moonlight scattered in the room, which was particularly beautiful.

Zhou Lin didn't feel sleepy at all. He turned his head quietly and saw Cheng Zhiwei turning sideways in his direction, her hand still on Zhou Ruoqi's body, breathing steadily.

If there hadn't been those misunderstandings, then it would have been Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing lying between them. They would have coaxed the child to sleep. After the child fell asleep, there might have been a more intimate love.

Thinking like this, he felt his heart being squeezed tightly by a big hand, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He got up and went to the balcony. The hot summer night wind amplified the irritability in his heart.

Thinking that he and Cheng Zhiwei would be strangers after tonight, Zhou Lin felt a chill all over his body.

Cheng Zhiwei had a good night's sleep, and Zhou Ruoqi became her best shield.

When she opened her eyes, she still felt a little incredible that she had spent the night so safely.

Raising his hand to touch Zhou Ruoqi's forehead, Cheng Zhiwei looked into his dark eyes, a gentle smile appeared on his lips, and said softly: "Good morning, Qiqi."

Zhou Ruoqi got into the quilt, leaving only two dark eyes. His little mind couldn't figure out how he could sleep in Cheng Zhiwei's sweet arms.

It's obvious that he hates her.

Cheng Zhiwei had no intention of getting closer to Zhou Ruoqi. She got up and changed her clothes, took her cell phone and checked the time before preparing to leave.

"Auntie." Zhou Ruoqi's thin voice sounded behind her.

"Well, what's wrong?" Cheng Zhiwei turned to look at him.

"Auntie, will you marry my father?" Zhou Ruoqi summoned up the courage to ask.

The beautiful aunt is gentle, but he still wants his parents to be together.

"Can you please not marry my father?" He begged softly, with sadness on his white and tender face.

Although his mother was not gentle to him, it was because his parents were not married like other children's parents. If they were married, his mother would definitely be a gentle mother.

Like all children, he hopes that his parents can always be together.

Cheng Zhiwei said nothing because she didn't know how to explain the disputes between adults to this child.

She was silent and her expression changed slightly.

Zhou Ruoqi shrank back into the quilt again in fear, "I'm sorry."

He didn't know why he apologized, but he always felt that what he said made his aunt sad.

Cheng Zhiwei walked to the bed, touched Zhou Ruoqi's head, smiled, "Okay, auntie promises you."

Anyway, from today on, she and Zhou Lin are strangers in the true sense.

They will never get married.

"Really?" Zhou Ruoqi suddenly got out of the quilt, his eyes were bright and he pursed his lips in embarrassment, "I...I..."

"Qiqi is a good boy and did the right thing."

Cheng Zhiwei completely understood Zhou Ruoqi's thoughts, and she was not angry. After all, a child over two years old did not know what good and evil were.

He just longs for his parents' love and a warm family.

After rubbing Zhou Ruoqi's head again, Cheng Zhiwei left the room.

When she closed the door, the discomfort in her heart finally emerged. She couldn't understand the source of the discomfort, but she knew very well that the discomfort was not because Zhou Ruoqi begged her not to be with Zhou Lin.

But an...indescribable emotion.

After standing quietly for a while, she went downstairs.

The aroma of food floats in the air.

She walked around the corner and caught a glimpse of the busy figures in the kitchen, their petite figures moving back and forth.

It's Zhang Xiaoman.