Zhou Chenyuan fell ill at such an inopportune time. If only he could have waited a few more years, after Zhou Lin had fully taken control of Zhou Group, father and son could have joined forces and kicked out all those bloodsuckers.
With Lin Yu's shoulders in his arms, Zhou Chenyuan kissed her brow, "Don't cry, I still have some time left. I will make sure everything is arranged properly for you."
"Don't talk like that. You said you would grow old with me slowly," Lin Yu sobbed into a mess.
Back in those difficult days, she had never cried as much as she did today.
Cheng Zhiwei felt lost and desolate. She ought to refuse, for her own sake. Once divorced, it would be their family's issue, and none of her concern, right?
But she couldn't bring herself to do it.
In these three years, with Lin Yu's protection, treating her like her own daughter, how could she refuse now when the Zhou family was in trouble and Zhou Chenyuan himself had asked her?
