Hearing Wei Yumeng's destination, Zhan Mohan immediately walked out, followed closely by Huo Xiao. They arrived outside the presidential suite on the top floor. Zhan Mohan violently forced the door open, kicking the lock several times.
Wang Hua, inside, saw them through the peephole and was so scared he lost his ability to speak. As Zhan Mohan was about to break in, he even wanted to find a place to hide.
It was a lie to say he wasn't afraid of Zhan Mohan. After searching frantically, he finally crawled into the closet.
Outside the door, after a few more kicks from Zhan Mohan, the lock broke. The two outside entered the room and saw Wei Yumeng already on the bed.
She was completely drunk, but thankfully her clothes were still intact. Zhan Mohan breathed a sigh of relief, took off his jacket, and covered her with it. Then he carried her to the living room.
At this moment, Huo Xiao was still searching for Wang Hua. "Wang, you coward, get out here and stop hiding like a shrinking turtle! Come out!"
Wang Hua, hiding in the closet, had no intention of coming out. He covered his mouth, hoping to get through the night safely.
However, his actions had angered the other two men. Zhan Mohan, holding Wei Yumeng, instructed Huo Xiao, "Search every place in the room where someone could hide. He must still be here."
This was the top floor. Unless Wang Hua was suicidal and decided to jump out the window, he had to be hiding in this room.
Huo Xiao searched every corner carefully. Wang Hua, hiding in the closet, heard the sounds of the search and shrank further inside, praying that Huo Xiao wouldn't find him.
But it was impossible. Huo Xiao recognized the closet as the most likely hiding spot and walked directly towards it.
He suddenly yanked open the closet door. Inside, curled up among empty hangers, was a trembling figure. Who else could it be but Wang Hua?
"You old scoundrel, you can hide well, can't you?"
He cursed a few times and, grabbing Wang Hua by the hair, dragged him out of the closet.
Wang Hua cried out in pain as his scalp was pulled. He was dragged before Zhan Mohan.
"Mr. Zhan, I've found him for you. He's the one who tried to bully my master."
Zhan Mohan looked at Wang Hua, who dared not even raise his head, and placed a foot on his shoulder. "What did you intend to do to my wife, hmm?"
With a grunt from Zhan Mohan, Wang Hua was kicked flying, his head hitting the doorframe with a dull, loud thud.
Zhan Mohan gently placed Wei Yumeng down, then stood up and walked towards Wang Hua. Each step he took was heavy, like the approach of death pronouning a death sentence.
Wang Hua scrambled to get up but was kicked down again by Zhan Mohan. He could only cower in the corner, begging for mercy.
"Mr. Zhan, you are magnanimous, please spare me. I didn't touch Mrs. Zhan at all, please let me go... Ah!"
As his scream echoed, Huo Xiao quickly came to watch the show. He didn't expect to see Zhan Mohan's foot pressing down on Wang Hua's groin, increasing the pressure. Wang Hua's screams gradually became sharper, and he finally passed out.
Huo Xiao stared dumbfounded, instinctively glancing down at his own crotch. He swallowed hard. This Wang Hua would probably never be able to... again.
Mr. Zhan was truly ruthless. How lucky he was to witness this live performance...
Seeing Wang Hua lose consciousness, Zhan Mohan still seemed unsatisfied. He delivered a heavy kick before preparing to leave with Wei Yumeng.
Huo Xiao, snapping out of his daze, chased after him. "Mr. Zhan... Mr. Zhan, what about this? Are you just leaving him?"
"I'll have someone come to handle it. You don't need to worry," Zhan Mohan paused before leaving and looked at Huo Xiao. "Consider this a favor I owe you. If you need help in the future, come to Zhan's for me."
Watching Zhan Mohan carry Wei Yumeng away, Huo Xiao finally understood why Wei Yumeng always spoke of her husband with a smile and pride. It turned out that only someone like Zhan Mohan was truly a match for Wei Yumeng. As for himself... he had truly been wishful thinking.
Regardless, the night had ended without further incident.
As he reached the ground floor to head home, he saw a man in a suit, followed by several bodyguards in black. These were likely the people Zhan Mohan had sent to clean up the scene.
He shrugged. He truly didn't have that kind of power.
Fang Xun, leading the men in black, headed straight for the presidential suite on the top floor. Wang Hua, who had long since passed out, was still lying on the floor. Fang Xun stepped forward, patted his cheek, and spat on the ground.
"You, trying to bully our wife? Take him down and charge him with attempted rape."
With just a word that this was Mr. Zhan's command, Wang Hua would be spending his days in prison.
Meanwhile, Zhan Mohan brought Wei Yumeng back. She was so drunk that even after all the commotion, she still hadn't woken up.
After instructing the household staff to make a sobering soup for her, Zhan Mohan carried her back to the bedroom, bathed her, and put her into bed. He then sat by her side, quietly watching over her.
A moment later, Fang Xun called. "Mr. Zhan, everything you asked for is done. Wang Hua won't be getting out."
"Good," Zhan Mohan sighed, holding Wei Yumeng. "Tell the people at the dinner table today that I won't hold them accountable for their mistakes. But if any gossip about this matter spreads from their mouths, none of them will be able to survive here any longer."
"Yes."
After hanging up, Zhan Mohan gently kissed the corner of her forehead. Fortunately, Wei Yumeng was so drunk when she was taken away that she had no idea what happened afterward. He didn't want such a sordid affair to be known to Wei Yumeng, so he needed to silence all who knew.
Wei Yumeng slept until the next morning. She still felt a headache. She saw she was at home, and Zhan Mohan, uncharacteristically, wasn't up for his morning exercise but was sitting by her side.
Seeing the dark circles under her husband's eyes, she figured he had taken care of her all night. She sat up gently, intending to help Zhan Mohan lie down and sleep for a while. However, even this slight movement startled him awake.
"Wife, you're awake. How do you feel? Does your head hurt?"
Zhan Mohan asked about her well-being with concern, oblivious to the fact that he had been watching over her all night.
Wei Yumeng felt both heartache and gratitude. She firmly pushed him onto the bed. "You lie down first and get some sleep. I'm fine now."
Hearing her say she was fine, Zhan Mohan finally relaxed. He pulled her to his side and lay down. "You sleep a little longer too."
They lay down embracing each other once more. But this time, they didn't sleep for long. Zhan Mohan's phone rang, waking them both from their deep slumber.
Seeing it was Fang Xun calling, Zhan Mohan guessed it might be related to last night's events and got up to take the call.
"Mr. Zhan, there were paparazzi outside the hotel room yesterday. You were photographed bringing your wife out, and it's already on the trending list with all sorts of speculation."
Zhan Mohan heard this and rubbed his aching temples. "Deal with it immediately. Try to minimize the spread. The fewer people who know, the better."
Although last night's events had not caused Wei Yumeng any substantial harm, Zhan Mohan did not want news that would damage her reputation to be disseminated.
Moreover, if Wei Yumeng found out, she would surely be upset. As her husband, Zhan Mohan wanted to shield her from storms, not only protecting her from physical harm but also shielding her from the harassment of rumors.
After instructing Fang Xun, he immediately returned to the room. The trending topic hadn't been removed yet, and he needed to prevent Wei Yumeng from seeing it.
However, when he returned, Wei Yumeng was already waiting for him, holding her phone.
Judging by her expression and the photo on her phone, it was a picture of him carrying her out of the hotel.
The headline was an eyesore: "Mrs. Zhan Meets Manager Under the Guise of a Party, Caught in the Act by Mr. Zhan."
The comment section was filled with netizens denouncing her, calling her promiscuous, saying she didn't deserve Zhan Mohan but lacked self-awareness, and was unworthy of Zhan Mohan's love.
Zhan Mohan took the phone from her hand. "Don't look anymore. I've already asked Fang Xun to handle it."
"So, a lot happened last night."
Looking at her expression, Zhan Mohan couldn't quite gauge her emotions. He could only comfort her, "The person who wanted to hurt you has been punished. This will pass quickly, don't worry, I'm here."