"A'Han, Wei Yumeng has already pushed things to a point of no return! Why are you still cleaning up her mess?"
Zhan Mohan's face was stern, his handsome features revealing a sharp profile. His expression gradually turned cold.
A man's pride could not be challenged.
Coupled with Zhan Mohan's extreme annoyance, the continuous events had left him suffocating. And Jiang Siyu was pressuring him step by step with her words.
He finally lost his temper.
He swept the documents on the table away, papers scattering everywhere. One of them directly hit Jiang Siyu's face. "Get out!"
Zhan Mohan was burning with rage, as if nothing else mattered now.
Fang Xun, seeing this, skillfully stepped forward. "Miss Jiang, please leave for now."
"A'Han, you will regret this." Jiang Siyu left stubbornly, tears in her eyes.
"Fang Xun, go to Mu Linjing's place."
With this kind of thing exposed, it was no longer just his problem.
"Yes."
Fang Xun, seeing that President Zhan was in a fit of anger, did not dare to ask more. He calmly dialed Wei Yumeng's number.
"The number you have dialed is currently engaged. Please try again later..." Fang Xun said, with the speakerphone on, and looked at Zhan Mohan helplessly.
Zhan Mohan took a deep breath, his brows furrowed even tighter. "Let's just go there directly."
Arriving at Mu Linjing's doorstep, Zhan Mohan tilted his chin at Fang Xun. Fang Xun understood and went forward to knock on the door.
It was Mu Linjing who opened the door. The moment she looked up and saw Zhan Mohan's serious expression, his eyes filled with gloom, she instinctively swallowed.
"President... President Zhan."
"I'm looking for Wei Yumeng." His attitude was cold, a stark contrast to how he usually treated Wei Yumeng.
Mu Linjing was a little stunned and instinctively glanced inside.
"Yumeng she... she is resting."
For President Zhan to come looking for Yumeng at this time, it was probably not a good thing, especially during such severe cyberbullying.
"As long as she's here."
The man walked in without further ado, completely ignoring Mu Linjing.
"President Zhan, you..."
Mu Linjing was afraid that the two of them would have another conflict that would affect Wei Yumeng's unborn child. She had been feeling unwell for the past two days, hadn't eaten properly for several meals, and wouldn't listen to any advice. If President Zhan were to argue with her again...
She hurried to catch up.
"President Zhan, Yumeng has been unwell these past two days. Perhaps you could come another time..."
"Linjing."
At this moment, Wei Yumeng came out of the room. Her expression was calm, but her voice carried a hint of weakness.
Zhan Mohan looked at her with piercing eyes. She had lost so much weight in such a short time, her eye sockets deeply sunken, and her face pale and haggard.
His heart fluttered, and then he remembered what she had said at the hospital, and he sneered.
What was there to be sad or disappointed about? This ending was exactly what she wanted, wasn't it? She could get rid of him and still have an everlasting connection with Xin Ran.
Perhaps, if she tried a little harder, she could even push Zheng Yuanyuan aside and become the Xin family's daughter-in-law.
Wei Yumeng spoke first, her voice cold.
"President Zhan, is there something you need?"
Zhan Mohan had not expected her to have such an attitude and was actually a little unaccustomed to it.
When he had seen her looking so haggard earlier, he had felt a little reluctant, but seeing her attitude like this, a surge of anger rose within him. He scoffed disdainfully.
"Wei Yumeng, do you think I've still done something wrong?"
"No, you have your choices."
The moment he had protected Jiang Siyu, it was predetermined that he had Jiang Siyu in his heart.
Zhan Mohan couldn't stand her indifferent attitude, as if this relationship only mattered to him.
He instinctively grabbed her shoulder, his voice grim.
"Is it my choice? Haven't you already made your choice? Tell me, in this situation, how am I supposed to choose? Should I wholeheartedly choose to help you raise another man's child, or should I reconcile with Jiang Siyu?"
Wei Yumeng glanced at him sideways. "What exactly did you do with Jiang Siyu that night? President Zhan, do I need to remind you again?"
"And you? Is the child in your belly really Xin Ran's?"
Zhan Mohan did not choose to answer but countered Wei Yumeng's question, as this matter was very important to him and to the entire Zhan family.
Wei Yumeng shook him off, her expression cold and stern.
"Don't you understand yet? Neither of us trusts each other. Perhaps we never trusted each other from the beginning. Therefore, if this relationship continues, there will still be problems. Moreover, with Jiang Siyu in between us, it's not a matter of one or two days. I can guarantee that I will never see Xin Ran again, but you cannot guarantee that Jiang Siyu won't disturb our lives from time to time."
From the moment he had protected Jiang Siyu at the hospital entrance, she had already sensed that Zhan Mohan was not without feelings for Jiang Siyu.
Zhan Mohan's brows were tightly furrowed, his gaze becoming increasingly sharp and profound.
"I haven't done anything with Jiang Siyu."
"Then she sent you a tie. Zhan Mohan, I told you, nothing happened between Xin Ran and me. Didn't you not believe me back then?"
She knew that this matter would remain a thorn in their side. Even if they reconciled, they wouldn't be able to remove this thorn completely. Rather than tormenting each other, it was better to be decisive.
The only thing she was fortunate about was that the child she was carrying was his, which was a form of closure for this relationship.
Zhan Mohan was so infuriated by this woman that he was about to explode. "You're simply being unreasonable! Can't you feel my feelings for you over all this time? Wei Yumeng, do you have a heart at all?"
Hearing this, Wei Yumeng's heart felt as if it had been brutally stabbed by a knife. Her eyes welled up, but she stubbornly refused to yield.
"Yes, I have no heart. Jiang Siyu has a heart and feelings. Please bother President Zhan to go find her."
"You..." Zhan Mohan's fingers trembled as he pointed at her. He could handle everything else well, but with this woman, he felt only powerlessness.
That feeling of wanting to let go but being unable to, of being torn, made him very tired.
The atmosphere in the room was heavy and oppressive. Mu Linjing, standing beside them, was too intimidated by the intensity of their confrontation to utter a sound.
Finally, a phone call broke the stalemate.
Zhan Mohan took out his phone. It was Jiang Siyu calling. Wei Yumeng also caught sight of it and sneered.
They really were inseparable.
Zhan Mohan had no intention of answering, but thinking of Wei Yumeng's attitude just now, he slid his finger to answer. Jiang Siyu's soft and pleasant voice came from the other end.
"A'Han, where are you?"
"What is it?" Zhan Mohan's tone was as cold as ever.
"I heard you're at Miss Wei's place. Can you open the door for me? I need you to sign a document, and it's urgent."
Jiang Siyu deliberately emphasized the last three words.
Wei Yumeng was standing very close to Zhan Mohan, and Jiang Siyu's words clearly reached her ears. Her heart felt like it was on a rollercoaster, plummeting downwards.
Her fingers, hanging by her sides, clenched into fists, but her face showed no emotion.
"You..."
"If President Zhan needs to discuss business, please do it elsewhere. It's not convenient for me here."
Wei Yumeng assumed Zhan Mohan was going to agree to Jiang Siyu coming up and preemptively refused. She was already in enough pain and didn't need the two of them to rub salt in her wounds.
But in Zhan Mohan's eyes, it was Wei Yumeng not wanting to see him. He suddenly let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Fine, Wei Yumeng, I misinterpreted. So you dislike me that much."
The man turned around resolutely and walked towards the door. Before opening it, he said in a chilling voice,
"I will do as you wish."
Wei Yumeng's pupils suddenly trembled, and her heart sank to the bottom. Was he going to reconcile with Jiang Siyu?
Zhan Mohan opened the door, and Jiang Siyu was already waiting outside. The moment she saw him, her face lit up with a smile again, completely different from her furious demeanor in the office earlier.
She called out cheerfully, "A'Han, I've finally found you. There's an urgent document at the company that needs your signature right away."
As she spoke, she pushed the document towards him. Zhan Mohan glanced at it; this project was indeed quite urgent. He had asked Fang Xun to investigate it for a long time. Now that it was confirmed to be fine, that was good.
"Let's go downstairs first."
He didn't want to disturb Wei Yumeng any longer, especially since she didn't want to see him.
Jiang Siyu, however, curiously glanced inside and deliberately raised her voice.
"You've come all the way to Miss Wei's doorstep. It wouldn't be polite not to say hello, would it?"
"Then you say hello to her. I'm going down first."
Zhan Mohan exuded an imposing chill and walked straight downstairs.
Jiang Siyu hurried to catch up. "A'Han, I didn't mean it like that..."