Zhou Lin unconsciously walked over, his voice carrying a tenderness he himself had not noticed, "Milk."
Cheng Zhiwei lazily lifted her eyes and took it, "Thank you."
The dress was loose, and since Zhou Lin was standing, a glance downward allowed him to see her pale collarbone and the graceful curve below.
A string in his mind "twanged" taut and then snapped.
Cheng Zhiwei had already drunk the milk, a trace of white lingering on her lips, to which she subconsciously pressed her lips together.
The next second, her body was suddenly in the air, Zhou Lin had picked her up.
The milk cup fell to the ground unexpectedly and "crashed" into pieces.
Cheng Zhiwei instinctively wrapped her arms around Zhou Lin's neck, her eyes wide with astonishment, "What are you doing?"
Zhou Lin suddenly came to his senses, his brow furrowed. He realized something was amiss, for he had developed an inappropriate urge toward Cheng Zhiwei.
Seeing the broken milk cup on the ground, he narrowed his eyes, suspecting there was something wrong with the milk.
Cheng Zhiwei resisted his closeness, struggling to get down, "Zhou Lin, let go."
A surge of restlessness shot up from his abdomen.
Zhou Lin's face turned sullen as he looked down at Cheng Zhiwei who was still struggling in his arms, scolding, "Don't move."
Cheng Zhiwei bit her lower lip and forcefully slapped his shoulder, livid with anger. Who did he think he was? Clearly there were no feelings left, so why suddenly hold her? Didn't he realize that such actions could easily make her hard-won decisions waver?
He wanted to hold her.
But she would not comply with his wishes.
Cheng Zhiwei forcefully braced herself against Zhou Lin's shoulders, jumping toward the ground, but unexpectedly, Zhou Lin was standing by the bed. Caught off guard, her push caused Zhou Lin to fall backward with the momentum, crashing onto the bed with Cheng Zhiwei sprawling on his chest.
The air was silent for a second.
The next second, the world turned upside down, Cheng Zhiwei was pressed by Zhou Lin onto the comforter.
Her pale cheeks, flushed with anger, were tinged with a faint red, filled with unbearable rage, especially as she felt a certain change in Zhou Lin's body, making Cheng Zhiwei feel both humiliated and on the verge of collapse.
Her wrist was grasped, making it impossible to move, and with clenched teeth, she bitterly said, "Zhou Lin, have you lost your mind? Let me go."
Zhou Lin's gaze fell on Cheng Zhiwei's pale shoulder, that patch of white more dazzling than the light in the room, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip, leaning down slightly.
Cheng Zhiwei turned her head. His heavy breathing was then right at her ear.
She was avoiding him.
Zhou Lin, regardless, lowered his head and kissed her.
Cheng Zhiwei struggled in vain, her body undergoing subtle changes, and before she could think carefully, she was pulled into the center of a whirlpool.
Cheng Zhiwei's eyes were swollen from crying, her voice hoarse.
But Zhou Lin was an insatiable bastard, clutching her, tormenting her over and over.
When Cheng Zhiwei awoke, Zhou Lin was already neatly dressed, his eyes devoid of the tender emotion he had while holding her the night before, cold as ice, piercing straight into her heart.
"Cheng Zhiwei, you're really despicable."
Cheng Zhiwei abruptly looked up, her complexion turning as white as paper, "What... did you say?"
Zhou Lin clenched his fists, his face full of scorn, "You keep saying you want a divorce, but look at you, so eager to climb into my bed, how is it, you want my child that badly?"
Cheng Zhiwei covered herself with the duvet, her collarbone still showing varying depths of marks under the light, evidence of their entanglement the night before. Yet, just one night later, the man who pulled up his pants turned his back on her and called her cheap.
Sweet tenderness turned to biting cold, freezing her blood and making her feel extremely cold at that moment.
"It was clearly you..." Cheng Zhiwei said, her eyes red as she looked straight at Zhou Lin.
Her chin was fiercely grasped, Zhou Lin bent down, looking at her with cold disgust, "Wasn't it you who had my mother drug the milk?"
Milk?
Cheng Zhiwei's pupils shrank slightly as she looked towards the window; the shards of last night's milk cup were still on the floor.
She curled her fingers, gritted her teeth and explained, "I didn't know."
By now she had realized what had happened, but Zhou Lin was pinning the blame on her.
Zhou Lin shook off his hand harshly, and Cheng Zhiwei's face turned to one side; his breath, so close to her, was full of anger over being tricked, "Using tricks to sleep with me, you wished to marry into the Zhou family, and now you want to have my child to secure your position? Cheng Zhiwei, you think you're worthy?"
The feeling of stickiness all over her body made Cheng Zhiwei feel like she was stuck in a mire, unable to move, "Zhou Lin, get this straight, it was you who pounced on me yesterday, not the other way around. I didn't want your child either."
Zhou Lin sneered, flames dancing in his dark eyes, "You engineered all this just to become pregnant with my child and secure your position as my wife, Cheng Zhiwei, you truly disgust me."
All of Cheng Zhiwei's words were stuck in her throat, pressing down on her heart. She looked at Zhou Lin in disbelief, "You... think this is all my design? That my goal was to have your child?"
Zhou Lin thought the drug had been her doing, all to get pregnant with his child...
"Isn't that so? Cheng Zhiwei, such lowly acts are not beneath you."
Cheng Zhiwei lowered her head, her heart already wounded beyond repair by him, numb, yet it still hurt unbearably.
In his eyes, she had never been anything but despicable.
Whatever she said or did was wrong.
If that was the case, then there was nothing left to say.
Cheng Zhiwei's heart felt dead, her eyes devoid of any affection. She scoffed, "You're right, you've always known what kind of person I am, haven't you? So, Young Master Zhou, since you've found out, why not just make it clean and divorce me."
Zhou Lin grabbed her shoulders and yanked her up from under the duvet, her flawless body covered in mottled marks, a testament to the vigor of their pleasure that night.
Regrettably, after the pleasure, it wasn't warmth that remained, but cold, sharp hurt.
Zhou Lin looked over Cheng Zhiwei's body with disdain and disgust, "If it weren't for that glass of milk, do you think I would touch your filthy body? Cheng Zhiwei, I warn you, take the drug yourself, and if I find out you're pregnant, you'll see."
Having said that, he coldly threw Cheng Zhiwei back onto the bed and left.
After who knows how long, Cheng Zhiwei slowly got up from the bed, tears uncontrollably sliding down.
That earnestly affectionate entanglement, in the end, even made her feel a secret joy deep down, selfishly thinking whether Zhou Lin would be a bit kinder to her after their intimacy.
But reality proved how ridiculous she was for harboring such thoughts.
Zhou Lin was a heartless man.
She moved sluggishly to the bathroom for a bath, then changed the bed linens. Cheng Zhiwei picked up her phone and placed an order for emergency contraception delivered quickly.
It was just past five in the morning when she, with disheveled hair, went downstairs to collect the delivery. She got the pills, then went to the kitchen for a glass of water and swallowed the medicine.