The drunken President Zhang clung to Wei Yumeng like a stubborn stain. She struggled desperately, afraid that any sudden movement would harm the child. For a moment, she felt utterly helpless.
Inside the private room, Zhan Mohan watched the two of them leave, one after the other, and then fail to return for a long time. He immediately sensed something was wrong.
As expected, as soon as they reached the restroom door, he heard President Zhang's curses. Instantly, a furious fire blazed within him.
Especially seeing Wei Yumeng pressed against the wall, struggling helplessly, her small face flushed with shame and anger, the veins beneath his skin bulged. He grabbed President Zhang's collar with a large hand and unceremoniously yanked him aside.
Wei Yumeng felt the weight lift from her and realized Zhan Mohan stood before her with a dark, stern expression. If she hadn't held back, tears would have already fallen.
So, his angry appearance was also so reassuring.
"You go out first and wait for me in the car."
Zhan Mohan gently pushed her shoulder. She sniffled and quickly walked out of the restroom. Before she had gone far, she heard President Zhang's pained cries from inside.
Although the sound was sharp and unpleasant, it sounded beautiful to Wei Yumeng's ears. It was Zhan Mohan taking revenge for her.
She didn't leave, but stopped in place, patting her stomach. She wasn't worried about prenatal education; after all, a situation like this might never happen again.
When Zhan Mohan came out and saw her still there, he was surprised for a moment, then strode forward. "Let's go."
She quietly followed behind the man. At this moment, his figure was incredibly tall, filled with a sense of security.
Suddenly, she thought she saw a discordant streak of red. On Zhan Mohan's jaw, there was a long scratch.
She immediately rushed forward and grabbed his arm. "You're hurt?"
She placed one hand on the man's chin and gently lifted it. Indeed, the wound was long and deep, surely scraped during the fight just now.
"Let's go, I'll take you to get it treated."
Without waiting for Zhan Mohan's opinion, she forcefully pulled him outside. Seeing her small body walking ahead of him, one hand supporting her waist, the other tightly gripping his arm, as if afraid he wouldn't cooperate, Zhan Mohan finally felt a tangible warmth.
Rarely compliant, he followed the little person in front of him step by step, was put into the car by her, and then watched her look around before running to a distant pharmacy.
Twenty minutes later, she returned, panting, holding rubbing alcohol and cotton swabs, her stray hairs on her forehead damp with sweat.
Her flushed small face was filled with stubbornness. While still catching her breath, she didn't forget to unpack everything.
Zhan Mohan chuckled softly and used a tissue to wipe her forehead. "Silly, the clinic is only one street away. Wouldn't it be faster to drive such a short distance?"
Wei Yumeng paused. It seemed that made sense. She looked up at Zhan Mohan's actions, gentle and careful, as if everything that had happened recently was a bad dream.
The man's earnest expression caused her tightly wrapped heart to quietly open, and her whole being softened considerably.
"Lift your head, I'll disinfect it for you. It might sting a little."
Saying that, she dipped a cotton swab in alcohol and wiped Zhan Mohan's wound. He instinctively flinched when the stinging sensation hit.
She immediately pouted and blew on his wound repeatedly.
That faint cool breeze tickled Zhan Mohan's heart. Her fluffy little head nestled against his chin and moved up and down, causing him to unconsciously wrap his arms around her slender waist.
Feeling his warmth, Wei Yumeng's whole body trembled, but to her surprise, she didn't push him away.
She looked up and saw only her reflection in his clear eyes. At that moment, it seemed all the unpleasantness of the past had vanished. In their world, there was no longer Xin Ran, nor Jiang Siyu. There was only each other.
Feeling her tenderness, Zhan Mohan was also somewhat lost in the moment. All these days, he had only seen Wei Yumeng's sharp edges. Now, when she softened her defenses, it was enough to make Zhan Mohan fall irrevocably in love.
Zhan Mohan lowered his head slightly, his thin lips brushing past her nose. She shivered slightly but didn't dodge. Instead, she closed her eyes.
However, just then, a discordant ringtone suddenly shattered the atmosphere that had been painstakingly cultivated between them.
Wei Yumeng's face flushed with embarrassment. She hastily applied a band-aid to his wound and withdrew from his embrace.
It wasn't intentional. With just a glance, she could see Jiang Siyu's name flashing on Zhan Mohan's screen.
Those words were like a curse, instantly bringing her back to her senses. What was she doing? Zhan Mohan had already divorced her. Jiang Siyu was like a shadow, always present, even if not in person, her calls were constant. Yet, she had been lulled by a moment of tenderness. How ridiculous.
"A'Han, are you finished with your business over there?"
When Jiang Siyu's voice leaked from the receiver, it was like a bucket of cold water being poured over Wei Yumeng, chilling her to the bone.
"I have some work matters to discuss with you, but I can't be discharged yet. Can you come over?"
Zhan Mohan subconsciously glanced at Wei Yumeng and saw her expression was indifferent, as if the recent tenderness was his illusion.
But this time, he felt a flicker of joy in his heart. Wei Yumeng, whether you admit it or not, you still care about me.
"You should focus on your recovery. Don't worry about work for now."
With that, he made a move to hang up, but Jiang Siyu on the other end was still persistent.
"But this work is very urgent. You should still come over."
Wei Yumeng sneered inwardly. She also worked at Zhan Corporation. How come she didn't know there was any critical work that required Zhan Mohan's personal attention at this stage? Jiang Siyu using the same excuse twice was hardly original.
She listened silently, waiting for Zhan Mohan's decision.
Remembering what Jing Yan had said earlier, Zhan Mohan readily agreed to Jiang Siyu's request. Now it was up to Wei Yumeng's reaction.
"You've worked hard today. Take half a day off to rest, and I'll drive you home."
Knowing it would be like this, Wei Yumeng's face still couldn't help but fall. So, even knowing it was an excuse, Zhan Mohan was still willing to indulge Jiang Siyu.
Unbeknownst to her, her undisguised dejection made Zhan Mohan's eyes crinkle, and his features softened as he relaxed.
Wei Yumeng, however, felt only displeasure. Was going to see Jiang Siyu such a happy occasion?
After dropping Wei Yumeng home, she pushed the car door open and got out, not even in the mood to say goodbye. In contrast, Zhan Mohan looked delighted upon hearing the loud slam of her car door.
Perhaps exhausted from dealing with everything, Wei Yumeng collapsed on the bed as soon as she got home. Today's events replayed like a kaleidoscope in her mind. She was increasingly unable to understand Zhan Mohan's attitude. But no matter what, Jiang Siyu's existence was an unbearable thorn in her side. Until it was removed, she would never feel at ease.
Just as she was spacing out, she received a call from Xin Ran.
"Yumeng, I've found you a job. You can go for an interview tomorrow."
Xin Ran's tone was joyful. Helping Wei Yumeng solve an urgent problem brought him pleasure.
Wei Yumeng pursed her lips. "Thank you, Xin Ran. However, I can't go for an interview tomorrow. My work at Zhan Corporation is still in the handover phase. I'll be working there for the next few days."
Xin Ran was surprised to hear this. "Didn't you already resign? With Zhan Mohan's temperament, if he let you go, would he be willing to take you back?"
Wei Yumeng couldn't help but sigh. How could she truly understand what Zhan Mohan was thinking?
"He's the one who asked me to go back and hand over my work."
Xin Ran pondered for a moment, seeming to understand Zhan Mohan's intentions.
"Alright, then call me again when you need to. I'll help you with your job search."
After several expressions of gratitude, Wei Yumeng hung up the phone and continued to space out.
Once she completed the handover, she would have to leave Zhan Corporation. This was something she had desperately wanted before, believing it was the only way to free herself. Now, she couldn't feel relieved.
Meanwhile, Zhan Mohan arrived at the hospital as scheduled. Jiang Siyu had already prepared the work documents, waiting for him.
"What work is so urgent?"
Seeing Zhan Mohan arrive, she handed him the documents. "It's this. I want to discuss it with you."
Zhan Mohan glanced at the large characters on the document and tossed it beside her, his entire face darkening.
"If I recall correctly, this is the project plan for next month, and it's not urgent."