After My Ex-Husband Sent Me to Prison, I Married His Brother - Chapter 1

“Please… let me get pregnant!”

When Lin Yihuan stumbled into the master bedroom on the second floor, the man who owned the room had just stepped out of the bathroom.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and only had a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, barely hanging on. His toned abs and V-line were clearly visible, and droplets of water still clung to his pale skin.

Hearing her absurd request, Zhou Linze’s first reaction wasn’t even surprise.

His long, sharp black eyes only lowered slightly for a second before he seemed to understand everything. Then his thin lips curled into a playful smirk—
Wicked, sly.

“Lin Yihuan, it’s been three years. And the first thing you want to do is sleep with me?”

“Let me guess—my brother still doesn’t believe you? He’s decided to testify in court and accuse you of killing Jiang Jinxue on purpose?”

Just over a month ago, Zhou Jifeng’s “white moonlight” had fallen to her death.

Two lives lost in one fall.

At the time, only Lin Yihuan and Jiang Jinxue were on the rooftop.

So naturally, she became the main suspect.

Lin Yihuan had explained to Zhou Jifeng again and again that she didn’t do it. She hadn’t even arranged to meet—Jiang Jinxue had tricked her into coming by pretending it was from him.

Zhou Jifeng had clearly told her he believed her. He promised not to testify and not to submit the security footage as evidence. He said Jiang Jinxue’s last wish was for them to get divorced, and as long as she agreed, he’d let it go.

But who would’ve thought—

The moment their 30-day cooling-off period ended, and they got the divorce certificate, Zhou Jifeng lured Lin Yihuan to the old Zhou family house. Then he locked the door from the outside—and went off to bring the police to arrest her for murder!

She pushed and pounded on the door, shouting and begging.

“It wasn’t me! I swear it wasn’t!”

“Jifeng, just believe me this once—just once!”

But all she heard was the voice of the man she had loved for ten years, gritting his teeth on the other side of the door:

“You were the one who shamelessly insisted I marry you. If Grandpa hadn’t pressured me, I never would’ve gotten that marriage certificate! My heart has always belonged to Jinxue. The baby in her belly was mine. You killed them both—I’ll make sure you pay for it with your life!”

So that’s how it was…

That’s how it’s always been.

No wonder, on their wedding night, Zhou Jifeng had humiliated himself just to confess he was “not functional,” all to avoid sleeping with her.

And Lin Yihuan had believed him.

She even kept quiet all these years to protect his pride, never once mentioning their sexless marriage to anyone.

What a joke.

But right now, none of that mattered.

As a lawyer, Lin Yihuan knew very well—with both witnesses and evidence stacked against her, she had little chance of escaping the death penalty for taking two lives.

Her only shot at survival… was pregnancy.

Because pregnant women can’t be executed.

She couldn’t die.

Her younger brother was taking his college entrance exams this year. Her mother was seriously ill in the hospital.

She had to live.

She had to survive long enough to gather evidence.
To wait for the truth to come out.

But what Zhou Jifeng didn’t expect—was that his “perfect” plan had a flaw…

His younger brother, Zhou Linze, had just returned to the country last night—and was also staying at the old house. He was now locked inside with her.

“Yes.”

Standing at the doorway, Lin Yihuan clenched her fists and straightened her back stubbornly. “Believe it or not, I didn’t kill her. She tried to push me off the roof, and she slipped and fell herself.”

Zhou Linze lifted his eyelids lazily and gave a low chuckle. “I believe you.”

Lin Yihuan froze at his answer. “Then… you’ll—”

“I can help you get pregnant.”

He paused on purpose. “But I have one condition.”

Her eyes lit up a little. She looked up, and under the cold white light, Zhou Linze’s face looked even sharper and more refined.

His voice was casual, even a bit lazy, but there was a teasing edge to it.

“I heard that once a death row inmate gets pregnant, even if she has a miscarriage later, the sentence can’t be carried out anymore?”

Lin Yihuan nodded. Her small face had gone completely pale. “Yes, that’s true. Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to get rid of the baby. I won’t—”

“I want you to give birth to the child.”

“What?”

Zhou Linze pulled her into his room, shut the door, and pinned her to the wall.

“I said, Lin Yihuan—
I want this child.”