Cheng Zhiwei coughed and snuggled into the blanket.
Her body was still very weak, and the breeze made her head ache a bit.
The man who came to deliver the chicken soup had a big temper, and nearly slammed the master bedroom door open against the wall with a loud "bang".
What followed was his indifferent tone, "The chicken soup Aunt Wang made for you."
Cheng Zhiwei turned her head to look at him, the white shirt and black suit pants perfectly showcased his figure, with sleeves rolled up to his forearms, his skin was very white, and further up, his jaw was clenched tight, his thin lips merciless.
Even being treated so heartlessly by Zhou Lin, Cheng Zhiwei had to admit, touching her conscience, that Zhou Lin was very handsome, and now with a successful career, he appeared even more mature and charming.
This was Zhou Lin, the man she had a secret crush on since childhood, but he had never liked her.
While she was lost in thought, Zhou Lin had already grown impatient, "Get up."
After drinking the soup, he can go downstairs to report to his mother.
Cheng Zhiwei had no appetite and couldn't drink, and she didn't want to argue with him either, she said weakly and with a low voice, "Just leave it there, I'll drink it later."
She thought that would make Zhou Lin leave, but reality was the opposite, not only did Zhou Lin not leave, he even scoffed sarcastically, "Cheng Zhiwei, don't you think your tactics are too weak?"
Cheng Zhiwei opened her eyes, clear as water, faintly moist, faintly distant, "I'm not in the mood to drink right now, you can go."
Not knowing which of her words or her indifferent appearance angered Zhou Lin, he suddenly reached out and pulled back Cheng Zhiwei's blanket, "Stop pretending…"
He stopped mid-sentence and took a step back, a trace of strangeness flashed across his eyes.
Below the blue blanket, Cheng Zhiwei wasn't wearing anything, her fair and rounded body and slender waist composed an exquisitely beautiful scene that was, regrettably, now marred by many scars.
A moment of heavy silence swept over them.
Cheng Zhiwei's temples throbbed, and then exploded with pain; she quickly sat up from the bed, grabbed the blanket to cover her body, her tone was frosty, "Zhou Lin, do you really want to humiliate me?"
Zhou Lin unclenched his fist, he hadn't expected Cheng Zhiwei to be without clothes; after a brief moment of surprise, he quickly recovered, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth, his tone full of contempt, "Who told you not to wear clothes."
Cheng Zhiwei's body tensed, her tone indifferent, "I've got wounds all over, I just applied medicine."
Besides, she hadn't expected him to lift the blanket without saying a word.
Zhou Lin's words were as if she had intentionally not worn clothes, ultimately, it meant he had never taken her to heart.
The air felt awkward no matter what.
Zhou Lin's face was cold, "Cheng Zhiwei, you know very well how you got your injuries, stop putting on an act here."
Cheng Zhiwei clutched the blanket tightly, her half face falling into light and shadow, her tone mocking, "Are you saying it has nothing to do with you?"
If it hadn't been for trying to find him, she wouldn't have gone out in a downpour, wouldn't have had the car accident, and naturally, she wouldn't have been injured.
But to Zhou Lin's ears, it sounded as if Cheng Zhiwei was determined to blame her injuries on him as if he had domestically abused her, and his anger surged instantly.
"Drink it or don't."
He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Cheng Zhiwei's eyes brimmed with red, her eyelashes trembled lightly, and finally, tears slid down from the corner of her eyes.
From the pain and physical weakness, she cried herself to sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, the aroma of food wafted in, and Cheng Zhiwei opened her eyes to see Wang Mei.
Wang Mei was about to take away the cold chicken soup and placed a thermos at the bedside.
Seeing that Cheng Zhiwei had woken up, she quickly put on a smile, "Young Madam is awake. Do you feel any better?"
Cheng Zhiwei sat up, "What's that smell? It smells really good."
Wang Mei opened the insulated container, "It's chicken soup. I thought that once Young Madam woke up, you could drink some hot chicken soup. It'll make your stomach feel better, and the pain in your body will lessen too."
"Thank you, Aunt Wang." Previously, Cheng Zhiwei couldn't eat anything, but after sleeping for a while, her body felt much better, and she had an appetite, so she quickly drank all the soup.
Wang Mei said with relief, "Young Madam, eat more so you can recover faster."
Outside, Zhou Lin listened to the conversation inside and felt an involuntary sourness in his heart. He had kindly brought her chicken soup which she refused, claiming she had no appetite. Now, the soup Aunt Wang brought was suddenly palatable to her.
Playing hard to get.
Every second she stayed there, every word Cheng Zhiwei said seemed filled with schemes and calculations, evoking disgust.
Zhou Lin turned and went to the study, looking at the files on the desk, but memories of Cheng Zhiwei involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
Because of their fathers' relationship, their families often interacted, and the Cheng Zhiwei of that time was a soft and tender little girl, naïve and sweet, sitting quietly on the sofa eating snacks, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster. Later on, he developed his own circle of friends, and since Cheng Zhiwei was not outgoing, their relationship gradually became distant.
If it wasn't for that accident, perhaps they would have remained nothing more than acquaintances for life.
When he thought of the accident, the once beautiful memories crumbled to pieces, leaving next to nothing behind.
He turned back to the files and started working on them, deciding there was no need to waste time on a woman with such a calculating heart.
About an hour later, he received a call from his assistant Zhang Chengjin, "Young President Zhou, there are results regarding Young Madam's injury."
Zhou Lin leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his brow, "Go on."
"The car accident on the North-South Bridge a few days ago, Young Madam was also there."
Zhou Lin's pupils contracted slightly, "The pile-up on the North-South Bridge?"
Of course, he knew about it, the crash had been brutal, and there had been a lot of media coverage. Cheng Zhiwei was actually in that accident...
She had brushed shoulders with death.
Zhou Lin's face turned somewhat ugly under the light, and he felt stifled and upset inside. It was such a serious accident, and she hadn't breathed a word about it...
Zhang Chengjin continued, "Young Madam is really fortunate. The taxi driver she was with died."
Zhou Lin's expression shifted almost imperceptibly, "Understood."
After hanging up the phone, he irritably lit a cigarette. The blue smoke curled under the light, blurring his expression.
Then he sneered coldly, no wonder she was so brazen and fearless injuring her own face, because the injury was real to begin with, and she had utilized it.
In a life-or-death moment, she had even thought to frame him for domestic abuse.
Heh.
His disgust for Cheng Zhiwei reached a peak in an instant.
The memory of that obedient and cute little girl snacking, suddenly seemed full of ulterior motives, as if she had just been acting docile to win the adults' affection.
The indignation made him feel suppressed.
Cheng Zhiwei drank the chicken soup, then with Wang Mei's help, took a bath and applied medicine. Her gaze swept over the new skincare products on the dressing table, unopened. She closed her eyes and lay down to sleep again.
But her desire to sleep had almost vanished at this point.