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

Cheng Zhiwei knew she couldn't get anything out of the question. She was indeed tired, and several bruises on her arms were aching.

She went back to the room, washed briefly and then lay on the bed.

The wound kept hurting, but when I thought of Zhou Ruoqi, the pain in my heart outweighed the physical pain.

Especially Zhou Ruoqi's last sentence "I hate you" repeatedly tore Cheng Zhiwei's heart.

How should she save that child?

After everyone had rested, Guo Cuihua sat in the living room for half an hour before returning to the room.

Cheng Shang was lying on the bed, but Guo Cuihua knew that he was not asleep.

Having been married for many years, they are already the most familiar with each other.

Guo Cuihua asked softly: "Old Cheng, Zhiwei is not to blame for Xu Zhenzhen's death. Don't make the family uneasy for outsiders."

Cheng Shang remained motionless, but his whole body was shrouded in an atmosphere of grief.

"Xu Zhenzhen is not a good person. What she has done to Zhiwei in the past six years..."

"That's enough." Cheng Shang burst out with a cold shout and said mockingly, "She is dead, and you still make irresponsible remarks here. Don't you feel guilty?"

Guo Cuihua paused. Cheng Shang was just like Cheng Zhiwei said, he lost control of his emotions when Xu Zhenzhen was mentioned.

Could it be that Cheng Shang really betrayed him?

Guo Cuihua felt a chill in his heart.

"You know how she harmed Zhiwei in the first place. Today's car accident was also because she wanted to hurt the child. What does it have to do with Zhiwei."

"She's dead." Cheng Shang suddenly sat up from the bed.

Under the white light, his eyes were almost red, and his face was haggard and gloomy.

That kind of Cheng Shang was unfamiliar to Guo Cuihua.

"She's dead, why are you still holding on to her?" Cheng Shang tugged at his hair dejectedly, his emotions breaking down.

Guo Cuihua stayed where he was.

Cheng Shang, what are you hiding?

The next day, Cheng Shang still didn't come out of the room. During breakfast, Guo Cuihua knocked on the door, only to find that he had locked the door.

Cheng Zhiwei watched indifferently, with ridicule in his heart.

She doesn't care.

After breakfast, she took Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing to Bright Heavenly City.

She was going to see Zhou Ruoqi.

Zhou Lin was at home and whispered to his servant to take Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing to play, while he pulled Cheng Zhiwei aside.

He held her wrist with great strength, and opened his thin lips several times. His expression obviously didn't change, but Cheng Zhiwei noticed that he was about to speak but stopped.

Her heart trembled, and her voice was firm and slow, "Has the paternity test result come out?"

Zhou Lin forcefully pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly with both arms, and said in a low and hoarse voice with a heavy nasal sound, "It's him."

These two words made Cheng Zhiwei tremble all over.

She clutched Zhou Lin's shirt tightly with both hands, her knuckles turned white, "It's really him..."

"It's him."

Cheng Zhiwei closed her eyes hard, tears falling down, and her muffled cry pressed against Zhou Lin's chest. Regret entangled every inch of her nerves, making her feel ashamed.

Zhou Lin lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "He is still with us."

"Where is he?" Cheng Zhiwei couldn't wait to see Zhou Ruoqi. She wanted to tell him that she was her mother.

She will definitely protect him in the future and this will never happen again.

Zhou Lin let go of her and took her hand upstairs. When he reached the door of Zhou Ruoqi's room, he let go and whispered: "Go in."

Cheng Zhiwei nodded and walked in quietly.

There was no sign of Zhou Ruoqi in the light blue children's room.

"Qiqi." Cheng Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat.

Zhou Lin frowned and glanced at it, then immediately turned around and ordered someone to look for him.

Cheng Zhiwei walked in and looked at Zhou Ruoqi's room blankly. The aura that belonged to him made her want to cry again.

After staying in the room for a few minutes and about to leave, Cheng Zhiwei suddenly looked into the closet by the wall. The closet door was not closed tightly, and a corner of blue fabric was vaguely visible.

Cheng Zhiwei squatted down and opened the closet door bit by bit.

"Qiqi." Cheng Zhiwei choked and shouted.

Inside, Zhou Ruoqi was holding her knees, looking dull.

He turned a deaf ear to Cheng Zhiwei's voice.

Cheng Zhiwei knelt in front of the closet and carefully reached out to hug Zhou Ruoqi.

Just as he was about to touch him, Zhou Ruoqi moved in. He resisted Cheng Zhiwei's contact.

There was no expression on the pale little face.

"Qiqi." Cheng Zhiwei had thousands of words stuck in his throat, but they all turned into a gentle and flattering tone, "What are you doing here?"

Zhou Ruoqi buried her head in her knees again and stopped moving.

Cheng Zhiwei clenched his fingers, his eyes were red, and he said softly, as if praying: "Qiqi, I am the mother. We have the paternity test results. I am the mother. Come out and let the mother give you a hug, okay?"

Zhou Ruoqi remained motionless.

Cheng Zhiwei fell to the ground. Zhou Ruoqi's indifferent attitude was the biggest punishment for her.

"Zhiwei, let me do it." Zhou Lin used his strength to help Cheng Zhiwei up. The light fell on her tear-stained face, aggrieved and pitiful.

Zhou Lin lowered his head and came closer to her, and his rough fingertips gently wiped the tear stains on her cheeks. He comforted her gently and lowly, "Xu Zhenzhen's death was a huge blow to him. He needs time."

"But I am his mother." Cheng Zhiwei closed her eyes, feeling very sour in her heart.

"Zhiwei."

"I know, I just can't accept it." Cheng Zhiwei took the initiative to step aside.

Zhou Lin squatted half in front of the closet and coaxed in a low voice, "Qiqi, come to daddy."

Only then did Zhou Ruoqi raise his head.

Zhou Lin easily carried Zhou Ruoqi out and went downstairs.

Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing were both in the living room. Seeing Zhou Ruoqi's appearance, Cheng Xing immediately ran forward and asked with concern: "Is Qiqi sick?"

Zhou Ruoqi sat on the sofa, as if she didn't hear him.

No matter how Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing play, he always sits like this, but when Cheng Zhiwei wants to get close to him, he will take the initiative to avoid it.

He allowed everyone to approach except Cheng Zhiwei.

Cheng Zhiwei felt extremely uncomfortable, his heart was grasped by a big hand, and it became difficult to breathe.

She forced a smile and looked at Zhou Ruoqi from a distance all day long.

Zhou Lin couldn't stand it any longer. He dragged Cheng Zhiwei to the balcony, lowered his head and frowned: "Are you going to cry your eyes out first?"

Cheng Zhiwei bit his lip and looked away, tears flowing down uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry for him."

He hates her.

Zhou Lin held her in his arms, resting his chin on top of her head, his heart soft and distressed, "Zhiwei, we have found him, haven't we? We will still have a lot of time to spend with him in the future, and he will always come out."

"I know."

Cheng Zhiwei understood the truth, but in his heart he just couldn't get over that hurdle.

The dinner was cooked by Zhou Lin, Zhou Ruoqi ate very little, Cheng Zhiwei also didn't know how to eat, and the atmosphere was heavy.

Zhou Lin's brows never relaxed, and his expression when looking at Zhou Ruoqi became serious.