Feng Shiqing naturally attributed her unfulfilled love for a man and her lingering resentment to another woman. She always felt that Wei Yumeng's existence was hindering her.
In reality, even without Wei Yumeng, there would have been someone else. Zhan Mohan didn't love her, and ultimately, he didn't love her. It had nothing to do with anyone else. It was just that she never understood this simple truth.
Now that she held the card of Jiang Siyu, if she didn't stir up some trouble, she would always feel uncomfortable.
"You must have heard that my company was acquired by the Zhan Corporation, right?"
He knew that given Jiang Siyu's personality, she would constantly monitor news related to the Zhan family. Such a significant event as a company acquisition, she couldn't possibly be unaware of.
Jiang Siyu indeed nodded. "It was your own incompetence. It wasn't necessary to declare bankruptcy."
Jiang Siyu herself was very capable, far more so than Feng Shiqing. If she hadn't been so fixated on a man who didn't love her back then, she would undoubtedly have achieved great success in her career by now.
But Feng Shiqing wasn't here to listen to her lecture. "Then do you know why he acquired my company?"
Before Jiang Siyu could answer, she said, "He just wanted to give it as a gift to Wei Yumeng. I'm not willing to let that viperous woman gain so much."
Upon hearing this news, Jiang Siyu's expression also changed. Like Feng Shiqing, she didn't want to hear any news that benefited Wei Yumeng.
Composing herself, she said coldly, "I know what you mean. I'll hurry. This woman must pay the price."
Feng Shiqing absolutely believed that her hatred for Wei Yumeng was no less than her own. With her words, she felt reassured.
Meanwhile, Wei Yumeng, who was misunderstood from beginning to end, was completely unaware of the conspiracy between these two. Her wedding day was approaching, but she didn't need to be involved in any of the preparation work for the wedding at the Zhan family's end.
Zhan Mohan personally handled all the preparations, and even the wedding dress was already made for her. She couldn't help with anything.
Coincidentally, Qiao Ningzhi's due date was getting closer, and she had been visiting the hospital frequently lately. First, to relax Qiao Ningzhi's mood, and second, to pass her own idle time.
Mu Linjing also came to the hospital to see them often after finishing work. With the three of them together, Lin Jia seemed redundant and was sent by Qiao Ningzhi to contribute to the Zhan family's wedding.
Wei Yumeng found this amusing. "Your child might be born at any moment, yet you're sending the expectant father away. You have a big heart."
Qiao Ningzhi was unconcerned. "Having you all with me is enough. But I do feel a bit unwell today, restless no matter what."
Wei Yumeng, having gone through childbirth herself, even though it was premature, knew what to do. She urged her to call Lin Jia back immediately.
"I'm afraid you're going into labor today. You should call him back to stay with you. After all, when the little ancestor of a natural birth decides to come, it's up to him."
Although she had read many parenting books, no woman truly faces childbirth without fear or nervousness. Upon hearing Wei Yumeng's words, she quickly called Lin Jia.
However, Wei Yumeng was right. When the baby would be born really depended on his own mood. Before Lin Jia could rush back, her water broke.
Wei Yumeng quickly pressed the call button. As she was wheeled into the delivery room, she still couldn't accept the reality. Was she really going to give birth so suddenly?
Fortunately, Lin Jia arrived on their way to the delivery room and followed them in.
Wei Yumeng and Mu Linjing notified Qiao's parents to come over, and they waited outside the delivery room. Generally, the first labor was very slow, but even knowing this common knowledge, those waiting still felt anxious.
From afternoon until evening, the delivery room door finally opened.
"The patient's family, it's a girl, weighing seven jin and two liang."
When the nurse carried the baby out, Qiao's mother's tears began to fall. "So heavy, my daughter has suffered."
Qiao Ningzhi, exhausted after giving birth, was very weak. She only glanced at her child briefly after being taken back to the ward before falling into a deep sleep.
Qiao's mother hadn't yet recovered from her heartache. She wiped her daughter's sweat-soaked face while sobbing.
Wei Yumeng comforted her, "Fortunately, mother and child are safe. Auntie Qiao, it's getting late. Lin Jing and I will head back and come again tomorrow."
Qiao's mother quickly wiped her tears and saw them out.
Downstairs at the hospital, Zhan Mohan and his brother were already waiting. The sky had darkened, and they wouldn't feel at ease letting the two women take a taxi home alone.
On the way back, Zhan Mohan steered with one hand and massaged Wei Yumeng's neck with the other. "You waited for so long, are you tired?"
Wei Yumeng looked at his gentle features and contours in the darkness and realized she had almost forgotten his decisive demeanor. He ultimately reserved his gentlest side for her.
She took his hand off her neck and placed it back on the steering wheel. "You drive carefully. What's there to be tired about? You have to work every day, and after work, you're busy with wedding preparations and won't let me interfere. You should be the one who's tired."
Zhan Mohan chuckled and repeated his earlier words, "Being my wife means learning to enjoy a pampered life. If I can do something, why should I tire you out?"
Although his words were pleasant to hear, Wei Yumeng still felt a lack of involvement. "Why don't you let me do something? At the very least, let me write the invitations."
She truly felt like she was going crazy from boredom. It was her wedding, yet she felt like an outsider.
Hearing her mention the invitations, Zhan Mohan gave an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhan. You mentioned it, but the invitations have already been custom-made. They just called me today to pick them up."
As he spoke, he turned the car. If Wei Yumeng hadn't reminded him, he would have indeed forgotten about it.
Wei Yumeng immediately became dejected. He hadn't left her anything to do at all.
Fortunately, the shop hadn't closed yet, so they made a detour to pick up the invitations.
Although she hadn't participated in the process, Wei Yumeng's face lit up with joy the moment she saw the invitations, especially the two names embossed in gold. Her sense of happiness overflowed.
As the couple drove away after picking up the invitations, a woman walked into the shop shortly after.
"What were those two just now picking up?"
She wasn't ordering anything but asking about this. The owner, though finding it strange, didn't think much of it. "Invitations, of course."
Moreover, this was something even the media didn't know about, so she intended to seize the opportunity to show off.