"She doesn't want children."
"Ah?"
Wang Mei was stunned, thinking she had heard wrong, "Young Madam... doesn't want children?"
"Hmm, she said if she were to have children, she'd want a divorce," Zhou Lin laughed self-deprecatingly. "I've tried my best to make it up to her, but she's pushing me to this."
He sat in the living room all night, his thoughts in turmoil, his mind repeatedly conjuring the indifferent expression Cheng Zhiwei wore when she forced him to choose between having children or getting a divorce.
Her heart had grown so cold.
"Does Young Master want the children or the Young Madam?" Wang Mei asked from behind.
"Both," Zhou Lin answered.
He wanted both, but after pondering all night, he found no way to have it all.
Cheng Zhiwei was right; the child would be in her womb, and if she didn't want it, there were countless ways she could end it.
The man who was decisive in the business world was now helpless.
