Indeed, Jing Yan kept his word. In just two days, he had found some useful clues.
It turned out the car accident was indeed inextricably linked to Zhan Yangyi.
Jing Yan played a segment of surveillance footage: "Look at this person. I've investigated him, and he's one of Zhan Yangyi's subordinates."
As he spoke, he zoomed in on the face of the person in the video and then brought up a news photograph.
"Look at this photo. The man next to Zhan Yangyi, is he not identical to the one in the video?"
Wei Yumeng observed closely. It was true. Although there might be some differences due to the passage of time, it was still possible to discern that it was the same person.
"After my investigation, this person is Zhan Yangyi's bodyguard and has been with him for a long time. Therefore, we can completely trust that Zhan Yangyi must have placed immense trust in him to have him carry out this task."
Wei Yumeng also understood. If the car accident had escalated, and Zhan Yangyi had sent his most trusted subordinate, it was very likely that this person would betray Zhan Yangyi over the matter.
However, this video was conclusive and sufficient to prove Zhan Yangyi's involvement in the incident.
But how could she make Zhan Yangyi spare Zhan Mohan?
When Wei Yumeng regained her senses, she found herself at Zhan Yangyi's residence. No matter what, she had to negotiate with him. For Zhan Mohan's safety, she had to summon the courage to do it.
Zhan Yangyi lived in the western suburbs. Wei Yumeng had to cross the entire city to get there.
She reached out and rang the doorbell, unaware that Zhan Yangyi had anticipated her arrival.
"You must be Miss Wei? Our master has already instructed that you can come straight in."
With that, the large door opened, and a butler walked towards her.
"Miss Wei, my master is already waiting for you."
As Wei Yumeng stepped into the living room, she heard a cheerful female voice.
"Mr. Zhan, do I look beautiful today? I dressed up specifically for you."
"You do. I like you this way."
"And me, Mr. Zhan, don't just talk to her, I came for you too."
Zhan Yangyi's voice was exceptionally cheerful: "You both please me today, and you won't be short-changed later."
Wei Yumeng found the scene disgusting. She truly hadn't expected Zhan Yangyi, who appeared somewhat refined and cultured, to be such a person.
"Miss Wei, you're here. Please sit."
Zhan Yangyi gestured to an empty seat beside him.
Wei Yumeng frowned. She didn't want to be in the company of such women.
"No need. I'll leave after I'm done speaking. I won't disturb you."
Zhan Yangyi looked at her, waiting for her to speak further.
"I already know that Mohan's car accident was your plan. I hope you will stop doing such things."
"You want me to stop, so I stop?" Zhan Yangyi looked at Wei Yumeng with amusement. "I told you, the reason I came back here is to seek revenge on the Zhan family."
"Then what will it take for you to give up?" Wei Yumeng suppressed her anger. She was in no position to lose her temper today, or her trip here would be in vain.
Zhan Yangyi walked up to Wei Yumeng and bent down, leaning closer.
"How about this, you cook me a meal."
This time, it was Wei Yumeng's turn to be taken aback. Was it as simple as cooking a meal?
Zhan Yangyi glanced towards the kitchen. "Everything you need is there. Use whatever you like. But you do know how to cook, don't you?"
"Of course, I do."
"I thought you've been a rich wife for so long that you wouldn't know how to do such things anymore," Zhan Yangyi sneered.
Wei Yumeng didn't want to deal with him any longer and directly walked into the kitchen. This was something she could manage. As long as it was for Zhan Mohan, what did cooking a meal matter?
Before long, Wei Yumeng had prepared a table of dishes. Even the maid responsible for cooking there felt Wei Yumeng was very capable.
However, Zhan Yangyi took just one bite and disdainfully pushed the food on the table to the floor.
"Is this what you made? Are you sure you're not just going through the motions?"
Wei Yumeng was slightly stunned. Her cooking couldn't possibly be that bad, could it?
A scantily clad woman nearby also chimed in with disdain, "Exactly. How can such food be served to Mr. Zhan? Mr. Zhan usually dines at five-star restaurants."
Wei Yumeng took a deep breath. She knew Zhan Yangyi was doing this deliberately, but she couldn't give up yet.
So, Wei Yumeng returned to the kitchen and prepared a completely different spread of dishes.
But the result this time was no different from the last. Although Zhan Yangyi ate a couple more bites.
"I'm starting to pity my brother. To think he usually eats such things. How pathetic."
Wei Yumeng clenched her fists but returned to the kitchen again.
Zhan Yangyi watched Wei Yumeng's figure in the kitchen, immensely pleased. He enjoyed seeing Wei Yumeng being bossed around by him.
Actually, Wei Yumeng's cooking was surprisingly to his taste. It was a shame she was Zhan Mohan's wife.
When Wei Yumeng reappeared, she had prepared yet another table of food.
Seeing Wei Yumeng looking somewhat disheveled from the cooking fumes, Zhan Yangyi actually felt a pang of something akin to pity.
"Alright, this one is acceptable this time. It can barely be eaten."
Wei Yumeng looked at him and said, "Since I've achieved my goal, shouldn't you discuss my terms with me?"
Zhan Yangyi let out a cold laugh. "I didn't say that just making food that suits my taste would mean I'd agree to your terms."
"You're truly despicable!"
So, Wei Yumeng's patience and efforts had all been in vain.
"Zhan Yangyi, what exactly do you want?"
Zhan Yangyi raised his eyebrows at Wei Yumeng.
"Let me think. I know my brother likes you very much. How about you divorce him and marry me? Then, as my wife, perhaps I'll feel pity for you and consider letting him go."
As soon as Zhan Yangyi finished speaking, the two women beside him expressed their dissatisfaction.
"Mr. Zhan, are we not good enough? What's so great about a woman like her? She's not as young or beautiful as us, and she has such a bad temper."
"That's right, Mr. Zhan."
But Zhan Yangyi glared at them. "When is it your turn to speak?"
The two women immediately fell silent.
Wei Yumeng said coldly, "Don't even think about it. I would never marry someone like you, nor would I ever leave Mohan."
Zhan Yangyi shrugged, not surprised at all. "It doesn't matter. My offer remains. If you change your mind, you can come find me anytime. My door is always open for you."
Wei Yumeng felt that Zhan Yangyi was simply a lunatic. Talking further with him would lead nowhere. So, she turned and left in anger.