Wei Yumeng could see that Zhan Mohan's mood had been affected, and his expression was not good.
Seeing the man about to go upstairs, she eagerly stepped forward: "A Han..."
Zhan Mohan felt a soft body bump into his back. His back stiffened for a moment, perhaps out of surprise.
Because Wei Yumeng rarely took the initiative, and had such drive, it was truly rare.
In fact, the moment Wei Yumeng hugged him, Zhan Mohan's gloomy mood immediately vanished. However, he was now enjoying her coming to him and wanted to know what Wei Yumeng would do next, how she would coax him.
He was rather looking forward to it.
Wei Yumeng was truly panicked now. She was very afraid of losing Zhan Mohan. This man before her, she wanted to hold on tightly.
"A Han, I... I really don't know what this photo is about."
Zhan Mohan deliberately remained unmoved, his voice cold.
"So what? The photo is very clear, it is indeed you and Xin Ran, right?"
Wei Yumeng was speechless when Zhan Mohan said that. She actually didn't know what to do either.
After all, with this evidence in front of her, she had no defense.
"A Han, I'm sorry, don't be angry. The doctor said we can do a paternity test in a week. At least it can prove whose child this is. If it's Xin Ran's, don't worry, I won't pester you. I will definitely leave voluntarily."
Hearing this, Zhan Mohan immediately turned his head, his face stern, and he gripped her shoulders tightly.
"Wei Yumeng, you still want to leave?"
This woman was courting death, and she actually wanted to leave. She had just accepted his ring, and now she was still thinking of leaving.
"I don't want to leave, I just don't want to cause you any trouble."
Facing the man's strength and presence, Wei Yumeng instinctively wanted to shrink back. Her heels tangled, and her body swayed, she immediately lost her balance and was about to fall backward.
Zhan Mohan quickly reached out and held her waist, stabilizing her in time.
"Are you okay?"
Wei Yumeng was so scared that sweat beaded on her temples, her face was pale, and her lips trembled.
"I... I'm fine."
"Who told you to step back when you're fine?"
Zhan Mohan pulled her to his side, patted her shoulder lightly, and said in a soft voice.
"Don't be afraid, it's alright."
At this moment, Wei Yumeng could feel the man's concern. Just a moment ago, he was fierce towards her, but when she was in danger, he still protected her without hesitation.
This man, from his initial coldness to his current softness, was constantly tugging at her heart.
Zhan Mohan helped her sit back on the sofa and looked at her bulging belly with a complex expression.
He reached out and rubbed her head: "You should go rest. I'm going out for a bit to find out who brought this photo."
Wei Yumeng couldn't say much. If Zhan Mohan wanted to go out, she couldn't stop him.
However, she could clearly feel that the man's emotions were not right, but she didn't know how to ask.
She could only nod obediently. Perhaps he also needed time to calm down. Originally, her pregnancy was already a sensitive issue for him, and now this photo appearing out of nowhere, anyone would find it difficult to accept.
But she was also very confused now and didn't know what to do.
It felt like a heavy stone was pressing on her heart, making it difficult to breathe.
Just then, Mu Linjing called. Wei Yumeng swiped to answer.
"Yumeng, how have you been lately?"
Wei Yumeng slumped on the sofa, looking dejected.
"Not good."
"What's wrong..."
"I don't know what happened today. Someone found old photos of me and Xin Ran from before and slipped them under the door. I saw them."
Thinking of the photo from earlier, Wei Yumeng wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground. Forget Zhan Mohan, even she herself was angry, but she couldn't show it.
Mu Linjing sighed when she heard this, "I say, why are your relationships so bumpy?"
"What do we do now? Where is President Zhan?"
"I don't know where he went."
If Wei Yumeng knew where he was, she might feel a little better. It was precisely because she didn't know where he was that she tended to overthink.
Mu Linjing comforted her, "Don't worry about where he went. Take care of yourself first. I'm really worried about you."
"It's okay, you go get busy. I'll think about it myself."
"Alright, be careful. You're pregnant, and besides, won't we know in a couple of days?"
At this moment, Zhan Mohan had called Jing Yan out. When Jing Yan arrived, he saw Zhan Mohan sitting on a swivel chair in a bar. This man always became the center of attention wherever he went, with an inherent aura.
But seeing his lonely and desolate back, Jing Yan couldn't help but shake his head helplessly. He must have argued with Wei Yumeng again. These two, they were truly in love-hate.
They liked each other and couldn't bear to let go, but there were too many difficulties and obstacles when they were together.
Having known Zhan Mohan for so many years, he rarely saw this usually radiant man in such a lonely and suppressed state. It seemed he truly cared about Wei Yumeng.
He was not afraid of those playboys who flirted around. The most frightening thing was when a man like him, who was usually self-disciplined, truly met the woman he liked and wanted to give his heart to.
He was about to walk over when he saw a seductive woman in a bright red dress walking towards him not far away. Her eyes clearly held the gaze of someone hunting for prey.
Jing Yan decided to wait and see how he would handle the situation in this state.
The woman had already approached Zhan Mohan, her enthusiasm like fire.
"Handsome guy, are you alone? Want to have a few drinks with me?"
Hearing this, Zhan Mohan's face darkened further. His aura instantly became one, and his eyes shot towards the other person like sharp knives.
The woman's heart seemed to skip a beat when she met his gaze, and her expression froze.
She heard the man say in a deep, cold voice: "Get lost."
The woman instinctively shrank back, but quickly recovered and sneered.
"What are you so proud of? I was just teasing you."
With that, the woman haughtily tossed her hair and walked into the dance floor in her ten-centimeter heels.
Zhan Mohan smirked disdainfully, then picked up his wine glass and continued drinking. At this moment, Jing Yan walked up and patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't tell me, Wei Yumeng is really lucky to have met such a good man like you. If it were anyone else, when they were in such a bad mood and someone came to strike up a conversation, they would have gone with the flow and taken it naturally."
He observed that the woman just now was charming, and there was nothing to fault with her figure or face. She probably had her own standards for choosing prey.
Zhan Mohan raised the corner of his eye arrogantly: "Do you think I'll take any kind of trash? Do you think this is a garbage recycling station?"
Women in such places were either after money or looking for an emotional outlet. Their intentions were obvious.
Jing Yan sat down beside him and asked a waiter for a drink.
"I see you're really smitten this time. It's the first time I've seen you helpless with a woman."
"It's not the issue now, it's about her and Xin Ran..."