Wei Yumeng had never seen such a Wei Yumeng before. Her eyes, as if a trapped beast breaking free, stunned Jiang Siyu. At this moment, Wei Yumeng was vastly different from her usual self.
"Since you've said I took advantage of your injury to bully you, I can't just bear this blame. This crime needs to be properly established."
Jiang Siyu sensed something was wrong and tried to push her hand away. Before she could make any move, a crisp slap echoed in her ear, landing on her cheek.
Wei Yumeng had put all her strength into this slap. For herself, and more importantly, for the child in her womb who had already faced danger multiple times before birth, she felt this slap was still too light.
Jiang Siyu hadn't even reacted when Wei Yumeng lifted her chin with one hand. "Remember, this is the slap I gave you. Don't try to pin the blame on me later. I'll admit to what I've done, so put away your little tricks."
Jiang Siyu had never imagined she would be slapped by Wei Yumeng, nor did she believe Wei Yumeng had the courage to do so.
So, even after Wei Yumeng finished speaking, she was still in shock, numbly covering her left cheek that had been hit, staring at Wei Yumeng.
Even Zhan Mohan hadn't expected her to act like this. But in Zhan Mohan's eyes, he only felt heartache and guilt. He hadn't protected them well enough, their mother and child, and had let them suffer too much grievance and harm.
This slap was less an act of revenge and more an outlet for her pent-up emotions.
"Wei Yumeng, you dare to hit me?"
Jiang Siyu finally reacted and was furious. However, she didn't immediately slap back. Instead, with teary eyes, she looked at Zhan Mohan behind Wei Yumeng. "Ah Han..."
Knowing she was about to start her act of playing the victim, Wei Yumeng chose to watch with a cold gaze. She trusted Zhan Mohan's reaction would not disappoint her.
As expected, Zhan Mohan only looked at her indifferently. "Jiang Siyu, being sensible is in your best interest."
With that, Zhan Mohan pulled Wei Yumeng away from the ward. As for the matter of hiring a caregiver, he didn't even consider it.
Jiang Siyu hadn't even finished her sentence before Zhan Mohan interrupted her like this, not even willing to spare her a few extra words.
Ah Han, do you hate me this much?
She naturally attributed Zhan Mohan's aversion to her entirely to Wei Yumeng, hating Wei Yumeng even more.
But Wei Yumeng didn't care about any of this. If hatred could bring misfortune, then with Jiang Siyu's hatred, that woman should have ceased to exist long ago.
As they left the ward, Zhan Mohan kept rubbing her palm, making her a little unaccustomed to it. "Do you think I shouldn't have hit her?"
She felt uncomfortable because this gesture had gone on for too long.
Zhan Mohan looked at her and nodded. Just as she was about to pull her hand away, he said, "Doesn't your hand hurt after hitting her? I feel sorry for your hand."
His words left her at a loss whether to laugh or cry. If Jiang Siyu had heard this, she would have gone mad, wouldn't she?
"It's getting late. I'll take you to rest for a while."
Just as he was about to lead her to the ward to rest, a nurse rushed out from Jing Yan's room. "The patient has woken up. Do you want to go see him?"
Upon hearing the news, the two immediately rushed over. Jing Yan appeared to be not fully conscious, but his waking up meant he was out of danger.
After the doctor's examination, Wei Yumeng inquired about his condition.
The doctor breathed a sigh of relief. "The patient waking up on his own is a good sign. However, he hasn't fully recovered yet. He might occasionally feel nauseous during this period. These are aftereffects of the concussion. Take good care of him, be careful not to touch his wounds, and contact me immediately if you have any problems."
Hearing this, Wei Yumeng finally relaxed. "Thank you, Doctor."
When only they were left in the ward, they waited for a long time before Jing Yan could speak. "How is Siyu?"
Hearing that his first words after waking up were to ask about Jiang Siyu, Wei Yumeng couldn't help but lament. Such a good man was wasted, being so fixated on Jiang Siyu.
"She's fine. Compared to you, it's nothing."
Jing Yan knew about their grievances. Upon hearing Wei Yumeng's curt reply, he could only smile apologetically.
Zhan Mohan briefly explained his condition. "For now, just focus on recovering. Don't think about anything else. Everything can wait until you're well."
Jing Yan knew he was referring to persuading Jiang Siyu. He nodded with a bitter smile. Regarding Jiang Siyu, it was undeniable that he was disappointed.
The car accident today was enough proof that Jiang Siyu didn't care about his life at all.
He loved that woman, it was true, but he wasn't willing to abandon his reason and his life for love. It was time for him to learn to let go of Jiang Siyu.
Checking the time, Zhan Mohan pulled Wei Yumeng up. "Jing Yan, get some rest. It's too late. I'll take her to the ward to sleep, and then I'll come back to watch over you."
Jing Yan's injuries were quite serious and he would definitely need someone to look after him tonight. So, after settling Wei Yumeng, he immediately returned to Jing Yan's ward.
Seeing him lying in bed, sighing intermittently, Zhan Mohan had no choice but to sit closer to him. "A doctor has been infatuated with her, even to the point of taking the blame for her."
Zhan Mohan briefly recounted how Bai Jing was caught and how he vehemently denied that Jiang Siyu had ordered him to harm Wei Yumeng's child.
Jing Yan understood his implied meaning, which was a warning to him not to become like that.
He smiled faintly. "I couldn't love her to that extent. You don't have to worry about me."
Zhan Mohan certainly didn't want to see his friend lose his mind over love to such an extent. Hearing him say this, he could finally rest assured.
Both men spent a sleepless night. Although Jing Yan was physically exhausted, he couldn't fall asleep. Thinking of Jiang Siyu, his heart ached intensely.
However, he still quietly arranged for a caregiver for Jiang Siyu. He knew that Zhan Mohan would not take care of Jiang Siyu, and it would be difficult to ask Zhan Mohan to do it.
The next morning, Zhan Mohan drove Wei Yumeng home early. He also had to get ready and go to work.
After he left the hospital, Jing Yan lay on the bed, his mind blank, only seeing Jiang Siyu's face.
Her voice and smile, once so beautiful, had gradually become ferocious. He had tried to correct it several times, but his efforts were always insufficient.
Thinking of this, he let out a long sigh, covering his cheeks with his hands as if to alleviate his pain.
Just then, a sobbing female voice sounded in his ear. "Yan."