"Who do you want me to ask?" Yin Fang was angry, her expression displeased, and her tone naturally unpleasant.
Wei Anguo also wore a worried look. He walked listlessly and slumped onto a stool, sighing.
"If only we had married Wei Jin to Zhan Mohan back then. Look, now that he's on his feet, Yu Meng's good days are coming."
If the couple had gone out, they would have been the center of attention. If these honors had gone to Wei Jin, would they still be here, lost in worry?
The more he thought about it, the more Wei Anguo's heart ached. He felt like he could barely catch his breath.
It was too late for regret now.
Yin Fang also became increasingly indignant as she thought. "What can be done? It's a done deal. You can't possibly ask Yu Meng to divorce Zhan Mohan and marry Wei Jin instead. The way Zhan Mohan defended your daughter just now, it's unlikely they'd divorce."
Wei Anguo frowned, finding it strange. "Didn't they say Zhan Mohan is cold and heartless? How can he dote on Yu Meng so much after she's only been married to him for a short while? And... last time he investigated the car accident, we had already taken measures. He should be holding a grudge against Yu Meng now."
Yin Fang sneered. "You don't understand. No matter who it is, as long as they are human, they have emotions. This proves your daughter is cunning. She can make Zhan Mohan forget who caused his paralysis. However, temporary forgetfulness doesn't mean it never happened. It's time to remind him."
Wei Anguo saw the sinister smile in Yin Fang's eyes.
"What are you planning to do again?"
"They in the Zhan family don't want to marry our Wei Jin, so I certainly won't let them have an easy time!"
Wei Yumeng followed Zhan Mohan directly back to the Zhan family. Given the current situation, she couldn't go to the company. Especially since Wen Yulan's face had fallen to her chin, showing just how angry she was.
Wen Yulan sat in her chair, slamming the table. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. When had she ever suffered such humiliation, being pushed to this point?
There was no one around, so she couldn't vent her anger at Zhan Mohan. Her only target was Wei Yumeng.
She looked at Wei Yumeng with piercing eyes, her words even more unpleasant.
"Wei Yumeng, is your entire family a bunch of vampires? Originally, Wei Jin was supposed to marry into our family. Your Wei family looked down on our A'han because of his leg disability and forced you on us. Our Zhan family didn't say a word. Now, A'han has recovered, and your Wei family is scheming again, trying to marry Wei Jin in."
Normally, Wei Yumeng would have retorted by now. After all, she was also a victim in marrying Zhan Mohan.
But this time, it was indeed her fault, and she couldn't say much.
"I will give you an answer about this matter."
"An answer? What answer can you give me? Can you make Yichen marry Wei Jin?"
Wen Yulan didn't believe for a moment that Wei Yumeng could come up with any solution.
Zhan Mohan saw his wife being scolded harshly and naturally objected. He stepped forward, grabbed her collar, and pulled her behind him.
This action not only stunned Wei Yumeng but also frightened Wen Yulan.
What was going on? Did this mean Zhan Mohan was already interested in Wei Yumeng? Earlier at the Wei family's home, his defense of Wei Yumeng could be understood as him wanting to preserve the Zhan family's reputation; after all, it would sound bad if word got out.
But now, within their own home, Zhan Mohan was protecting her so fiercely. It was quite perplexing.
She stared intently at the two of them, especially Zhan Mohan.
"A'han, are you going to defy me for the sake of this woman?"
"Mom, I didn't mean that. The responsibility lies with her, but it's not entirely her fault. Yichen privately arranged to meet Wei Jin for dinner, and Wei Yumeng was unaware of this. Yichen clearly knew the Wei family was cunning and manipulative, so why wasn't he more vigilant? Now that something has happened, you want to push all the blame onto one woman. Don't you think that's unbecoming?"
Furthermore, even if he disliked Wei Yumeng, and even if they had animosity, Wen Yulan wasn't any better towards him. If it were another man, would he protect his wife or this stepmother who was disrupting the family?
The answer was obvious.
Wen Yulan was rendered speechless by Zhan Mohan's words, her face paling.
Zhan Yichen returned from outside, looking like a deflated ball.
He walked up to Wen Yulan. "Mom, this really has nothing to do with Wei Yumeng. I was foolish and fell for that woman's trap."
Wen Yulan had never seen Zhan Yichen so dejected and felt great pity for him.
"Yichen, this isn't your fault. It was the Wei family's well-planned strategy. Even if you hadn't fallen for it this time, they would have found other ways to deal with you."
"Mom, stop talking. I will resolve this matter. If it comes to that, I will take responsibility."
"Are you crazy? If you really marry that woman, our family will be in chaos forever. One is enough, and now you want another? Are you implying the house isn't messy enough?"
Wen Yulan was almost furious, her face ashen.
"What else can we do? If this topic is allowed to fester and alarms Grandpa, he'll beat me to death!"
Zhan Yichen feared Zhan Mohan and also Grandfather Zhan. These two were the most authoritative figures in the Zhan family. Sometimes, just a glance from them was unbearable.
Zhan Mohan wanted to quell Wen Yulan's anger, which was also for Wei Yumeng's future peace.
Seeing her worried expression, her brows so tightly furrowed they could pinch a fly, he reluctantly decided to help.
"No need to rush. The Wei family is even more anxious than we are. Since they resorted to such despicable tactics, we can't be blamed for retaliating in kind."
Wen Yulan looked at Zhan Mohan with surprise.
"A'han, do you have a way?"
A sharp glint flashed in the man's eyes. "I will handle this matter. You don't need to worry about it. Go back to your rooms and rest."
Since Zhan Mohan was taking charge, Wen Yulan was completely reassured. She pulled Zhan Yichen along.
"Let's go back to our room. With your elder brother here, he won't let those people succeed!"
Zhan Yichen pleaded with Zhan Mohan with a wry face.
"Brother, you must help me this time. I don't want to marry a woman like that."
Zhan Mohan turned around and saw Wei Yumeng still standing there, dazed. He said.
"How long are you going to stand there?"
Wei Yumeng snapped back to attention and quickly followed. Back in the room, Zhan Mohan opened his arms.
"Help me take off my clothes."
"Okay." Wei Yumeng stepped forward, obediently helping him take off his jacket and placing it on the bed. Then she stood there, stunned.
Zhan Mohan gestured to her with his chin.
"And your shirt."
Wei Yumeng reached out again to unbutton his shirt, one by one. The height difference between them was considerable. Zhan Mohan stood in front of her, able to envelop her entire body. Wei Yumeng lowered her head, very focused.
The scent that filled her nostrils was unique to this man, crisp and pleasant, with a hint of aggressiveness.
He lowered his head and looked at her soft hair. The faint fragrance emanating from it was intoxicating.
"Mom scared you silly today. You're usually quite sharp-tongued and dare to argue with me. Why did you look like a bullied little wife just now?"
"The problem..." She wanted to answer Zhan Mohan's question and instinctively looked up, only to find him looking at her as well. The distance was so close. The man's deep voice was like vintage wine aged for years, too easy to get lost in.
She had already unbuttoned two or three buttons of his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted collarbone, exuding a fatal sexiness.
Wei Yumeng swallowed. It was hard to look away from such a clear display.
Zhan Mohan took in the expression on her face and suddenly took her hand, slowly moving it upwards, finally resting it on his collarbone.
"Want to touch it?"
His skin was smooth and refined, without any graininess in his palm. The man's skin was so good it was astonishing.
She curiously asked, "Mr. Zhan, what skincare products do you usually use to keep your skin so good?"
She wanted to try it herself.
Zhan Mohan's thin lips moved, and a low, husky chuckle escaped his throat.
"It's natural."