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

Cheng Zhiwei didn't want Cheng Zhiyin to get involved in her and Zhou Lin's affairs. She wanted Cheng Zhiyin to take her parents back to her hometown so that she could avoid some harm, and Cheng Zhiyin agreed.

But she didn't expect Cheng Zhiyin to come back again.

"Sister?" Cheng Zhiwei didn't understand.

Cheng Zhiyin frowned and said, "I'm worried about you being injured like this. I have to take care of you until you get better."

"With Aunt Wang taking care of me, I'm fine. I can rest assured that you accompany your parents back to your hometown. Otherwise, I won't be able to rest assured if it's just the two of them in my hometown." Cheng Zhiwei tried to make Cheng Zhiyin change his mind.

But Cheng Zhiyin just shook his head no matter what Cheng Zhiwei said.

"Sister, the situation in the Zhou family is very complicated now. You will be in danger if you stay here." Cheng Zhiwei could only tell the truth, "I have too much time to take care of myself right now, and I'm afraid it will hurt you."

"I will stay with you in the hospital to recuperate and not go anywhere. Can Zhou Lin still let me be arrested in the hospital?"

Cheng Zhiwei was helpless. Cheng Zhiyin was determined to stay, but she couldn't persuade her. She was so depressed that she didn't want to talk.

When Cheng Zhiyin went home to get something, Zhou Lin persuaded her, "Wouldn't it be better for my sister to stay?"

He spoke gently, his eyes falling on Cheng Zhiwei's bloodless cheeks,

Cheng Zhiwei's expression was extremely cold, and she never talked to Zhou Lin when they were alone.

Zhou Lin was not upset. When Wang Mei brought dinner, he personally picked up the porridge bowl and fed it to Cheng Zhiwei.

Cheng Zhiwei disliked the indifferent tilt of his head, but still meant not to eat.

Wang Mei advised: "Young madam, just take a bite. I didn't put anything in this white porridge, it's tasteless."

Cheng Zhiwei said calmly: "I can't eat it."

"You have to eat even if you don't want to eat." Zhou Lin put down the bowl, unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, "Are you looking like this because you want to starve to death?"

Cheng Zhiwei kept silent and didn't eat.

Rather than being tortured like this by Zhou Lin, he might as well starve to death.

"Guess why I kept Cheng Zhiyin?" Zhou Lin sneered disdainfully, "Cheng Zhiwei, while I'm still willing to talk to you nicely, please be more sensible."

Cheng Zhiwei suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhou Lin. His head was slightly lowered, and his eyebrows were cold and cold.

Cheng Zhiwei moved his lips tremblingly, and hatred burst out in his eyes, "It was you, you threatened her."

Sure enough it was him.

"How can you be obedient without keeping someone by your side?"

Cheng Zhiwei's fingers clenched the quilt tightly. She even felt that Zhou Lin's breathing was full of malice at this moment, and it was so suppressed that it was suffocating.

"You don't deserve such things as hypocrisy." Zhou Lin said lightly and handed a spoon full of porridge to Cheng Zhiwei's mouth.

Cheng Zhi's eyes were slightly red, and his pale lips trembled several times before he opened them and ate the spoonful of porridge.

But before he could swallow it, a feeling of nausea arose, and Cheng Zhiwei couldn't help but vomit it out.

Fortunately, Wang Mei was by her side and quickly patted her on the back, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Have you finished vomiting? Continue eating after vomiting." Zhou Lin's indifferent look was like a devil.

"Master." Wang Mei shook her head at Zhou Lin in disapproval.

Zhou Lin just stared at Cheng Zhiwei, "Is that all you have? It seems that's all you care about Cheng Zhiyin. Your parents are on the plane tomorrow, how about I let your family reunite?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Cheng Zhiwei took the bowl in her hand. She ate one spoonful at a time. She ate three spoonfuls in one breath, covered her mouth and swallowed. She tried her best to hold it in for about half a minute before spitting it out.

Cheng Zhiwei vomited all sorts of things, physiological tears slid down his cheeks, his eyes were red and swollen, his hair was a mess, and he was in a miserable state.

Zhou Lin still said expressionlessly: "Continue."

Cheng Zhiwei gritted his teeth and forced himself to eat the remaining half bowl of porridge in one go, still vomiting into a mess.

"There's still a lot in the thermos bucket." Zhou Lin poured out another part.

Cheng Zhiwei was already weak, and the hand holding the bowl was shaking at this moment, and she no longer had the strength to feed it to her mouth. But even so, she had no intention of begging for mercy, but forced herself to continue trying.

Because she knows that begging for mercy is useless. If Zhou Lin wants to torture someone, he must torture him to the end.

"Think about your family." Zhou Lin took the bowl without haste and didn't need a spoon. He held the back of Cheng Zhiwei's head with his other hand, and the bowl touched her lips, forcing her to eat.

A thermos bucket of porridge was left everywhere on the bed and the floor in a mess.

Cheng Zhiwei lost even more energy and leaned on the bed, breathing heavily. However, he managed to eat a few mouthfuls, but he was not tortured to the point of losing his appearance.

Zhou Lin's eyes were indifferent and he laughed mockingly, "That's all."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

Wang Mei hurriedly followed and whispered: "Master, I know you are doing it for the sake of the young lady and want her to eat a few more mouthfuls, but is this too rough? The young lady will be uncomfortable."

Zhou Lin walked out without squinting, "Didn't you try every method you could think of? Did she eat it?"

Wang Mei was speechless, "But..."

She was about to speak when she suddenly saw the pale Cheng Zhiyin beside her.

Wang Mei's heart skipped a beat. Cheng Zhiyin looked like this... She had seen the scene in the room just now.

No longer caring about talking to Zhou Lin, Wang Mei hurriedly explained to Cheng Zhiyin, "Miss Zhiyin, don't get me wrong, the young master only made this move for the sake of the young madam."

Cheng Zhiyin didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't say anything and walked into the ward passing by.

He paused when he saw the mess, then quickly lowered his head and took out a hot towel to wipe Cheng Zhiwei's face.

Wang Mei knew there was a big misunderstanding. She slapped her thigh and chased after him, grabbing the towel in Cheng Zhiyin's hand: "Miss Zhiyin, I'll do it."

"Get out." Cheng Zhiyin's voice was very strong and low, full of trembling anger.

Wang Mei was stunned for a moment in embarrassment, but did not go out. She cleaned up the floor and called the nurse in to change Cheng Zhiwei's sheets again.

Cheng Zhiwei was so weak that he fell asleep quickly.

Cheng Zhiyin turned her back and the tears she had been holding back fell. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have known that Zhou Lin would treat Cheng Zhiwei like this. Fortunately, she had thought that Zhou Lin and Gao Wei were not the same person. Even if Gao Wei does something like that, he will always be kind to Cheng Zhiwei.

Now I realize how wrong I was.

"Miss Zhiyin." Wang Mei approached Zhou Lin cautiously and explained, "The young lady has not eaten for several days. She has been relying on nutritional injections all day long and is getting weaker and weaker. The young master has also tried every means. The young lady won’t even eat a morsel of food. There is no other way, so the young master uses such strong methods. Don’t think too much about it. The young master really did it for the young lady’s good.”

Cheng Zhiyin wiped her tears, turned around and asked coldly, "Why can't Zhiwei eat?"