After My Ex-Husband Sent Me to Prison, I Married His Brother - Chapter 4

Lin Yihuan finally understood why Zhou Linze was dressed so formally today.

When she received the marriage certificate, the photo showed him looking handsome and full of charm, with a smile in his eyes.

As for her, she wore a dull blue prison uniform, her face pale and lifeless.

Zhou Linze tucked the certificate away with satisfaction, raising his thick eyebrows. “Lin Yihuan, do you regret it?”

This was the second time he’d asked her that question.

Maybe afraid she’d misunderstand again, this time he added, “Regret choosing my brother.”

She didn’t know why he was so fixated on this, but she still gave him a straightforward answer.

“Yes. I regret it.”

How could she not?

From age fifteen to twenty-five, she spent ten years loving a man who, in the end, only wanted her dead.

God knew how happy she had been when she found out Brother Jifeng agreed to marry her.

Lin Yihuan had made a silent vow to make their marriage work, to take care of him, love him with all her heart, and be the gentle, supportive wife he needed.

And she had done just that.

During their three years of marriage, no matter how late Zhou Jifeng came home, there was always a warm meal on the table and hot water ready in the bathroom.

Since he often had to drink during business dinners, she even sought advice from traditional Chinese medicine doctors to prepare soups that helped sober him up and protected his stomach.

Even when she was exhausted from working all day at the law firm, she would still get up in the middle of the night to make those soups.

She thought Zhou Jifeng just didn’t know how to express himself.

She thought she would eventually win his heart.

That was, until Jiang Jinxue appeared.

All her efforts crumbled to dust—nothing but a foolish dream and a bad joke.

Actually…

Zhou Linze wanted to ask her if she still loved his brother, but the words got stuck in his throat and he swallowed them back down.

“You remember what you promised me, right?”

Lin Yihuan’s throat tightened. “I remember.”

Zhou Linze had said he wanted the baby to be born safely.

“Then eat well, sleep well, and leave the rest to me.”

“Can I ask why?” she finally gave in to her curiosity. No matter how she thought about it, she just couldn’t figure out why he made this request.

After all, Zhou Linze didn’t seem like the type to like kids.

Besides…

“I remember… you liked someone.”

Lin Yihuan still remembered that day three years ago—it was Zhou Linze’s birthday.

Zhou Jifeng was out of town on a business trip, so she went to the party alone. During the gathering, one of Zhou Linze’s friends jokingly asked when he was planning to get married. Zhou Linze, usually playful and unserious, actually gave a rare, serious response:

“The persons already decided, just not the date.”

But soon after, she chose Zhou Jifeng and married him. And after that, no one ever mentioned Zhou Linze’s love life again.

Not long after, he suddenly moved to the UK.

Even during holidays, he never came back.

“I did like someone. And she was a damn scumbag. Took my heart and body, then turned around and married someone else!”

Zhou Linze snorted coldly. “Want to know her name?”

Lin Yihuan paused, then shook her head. “No.”

She could more or less guess what he meant.

He’d probably been hurt badly, decided to never marry, and now just wanted a child to pass down his legacy.

But—

“Zhou Linze, I was married to your brother. Are you really sure you want this child?”

Given his status and looks, if he wanted a child, there’d be plenty of women lining up for the chance.

Choosing her would only bring trouble.

For example, if Zhou Jifeng found out, the relationship between the two brothers would—

“Lin Yihuan, are you trying to screw me over after crossing the river?”
(T/N: “Cross the river and break the bridge” – a Chinese idiom for abandoning someone after getting what you want.)

The air around Zhou Linze suddenly turned cold. “If there’s anything wrong with my kid, I’ll—”

“I’ll tell your mom you barged into my room and begged me to get you pregnant!”