He was actually a little curious about how delicious the coffee his wife brewed was, to the point that President Zhan seemed addicted to it after just two days.
He really wanted to taste it.
"That President Zhan... can I have a taste?"
Fang Xun pointed to the remaining coffee on the table.
Zhan Mohan glanced at him expressionlessly. "If you want to drink it, go make your own."
"But mine isn't as good as what my wife makes."
"No!" He flatly refused, then directly picked up the coffee cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Fang Xun pouted, smacking his lips. It was just a cup of coffee. When had President Zhan become so stingy?
"Alright, next time I'll find my wife and ask her to make me a cup."
This should be fine, right?
As soon as he looked up, he saw Zhan Mohan staring at him with cold, narrowed eyes, which sent shivers down his spine.
Could it be that even asking his wife to make a cup for him was not allowed? Was it exclusive?
However, it seemed that President Zhan really meant it.
Fang Xun drooped his head. "Okay, I'll make my own."
He got up, took his cup, and went out. Zhan Mohan's gaze swept over the empty coffee cup in front of him, his eyes filled with a hint of spring.
The next morning, when Wei Yumeng woke up, she turned her head and saw a large, handsome face in front of her, startling her so much that she almost jumped out of bed.
Why was Zhan Mohan in her bed? No, it was their bed.
Since his leg could walk, he hadn't rested in the room much. This was the first time the two of them were like this, and it was quite awkward.
At such close proximity, she could even see Zhan Mohan's fine vellus hair. His features were clear and distinct. Just his face alone was enough to captivate countless women outside.
Impulsively, she slowly raised her hand towards his cheek, wanting to touch his brow. As her hand was about to descend, his pair of brown eyes suddenly opened, and Wei Yumeng froze on the spot, her hand stiff in mid-air, unsure of what to do.
Her usually calm heart began to beat wildly, and a blush crept onto her fair skin.
The distance between them was neither too far nor too near.
The next moment, Zhan Mohan looked up, his expression stunning and alluring.
"You're not just going to look, are you also going to touch?"
Wei Yumeng's face immediately turned bright red. She clenched her fists and argued with him.
"When did I ever want to touch you?"
Zhan Mohan raised his eyes, his gaze fixed on her hand that was frozen in mid-air.
"Aren't you doing it right now?"
Wei Yumeng, feeling guilty like a thief, quickly retracted her hand. Unwilling to be spoken to like that, she could only retort stubbornly.
"You're my husband now. We're legally married, and we're sleeping in the same bed. What's wrong with a touch?"
Her words were delivered with such righteousness that it was impossible to find any fault with them.
Zhan Mohan rested his elbow by his ear, his nose accidentally brushing against the skin beneath her eye, exhaling hot breath, carrying the familiar and pleasant scent of tobacco. His lips seemed on the verge of meeting hers, but they stopped at this moment,
The distance was just right.
Wei Yumeng's pupils constricted sharply, and she held her breath, her mind going blank. In her eyes, it seemed only he existed.
Zhan Mohan stared at her rosy lips, then forcefully kissed her.
After that, he made no further moves, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his exhalations incredibly hot.
Wei Yumeng only heard the man beside her let out a low chuckle.
"Why didn't you refuse?"
He had expected her to push him away.
"Huh?" She hadn't refused; she was completely stunned.
Zhan Mohan released her. "You should start acting more like a wife now."
Only after Zhan Mohan left the room did Wei Yumeng realize what had just happened. It was as if something had exploded in her mind.
Zhan Mohan had kissed her. They had just been kissing...
What was going on?
Before she had time to figure it out, Gao Yong's call came through.
"Meet at the airport in half an hour."
"Okay." Wei Yumeng was still a bit dazed.
After hanging up, she shook her head, telling herself not to think too much and to focus on work.
She got up and quickly tidied herself before heading out, but she didn't see Zhan Mohan. She guessed he had already gone to the company.
Upon arriving at the airport, Gao Yong and his assistant were already there.
Carrying her suitcase, she panted, "I'm sorry, President Gao. I'm late."
At Zhan's Group, there wasn't just one department. Each department had its own elites, but there was only one boss for the entire company, and that was Zhan Mohan, the ultimate Boss.
"Let's go. Let's clear security first. Little Wei, is your translation ready?"
"It's all done." Wei Yumeng quickly took out a document from her bag and handed it to Gao Yong.
"Alright, we'll look at it on the plane later. The other party's representative is a bit difficult to deal with, so be sharp. Let's go in."
Gao Yong turned and walked in with his briefcase.
Wei Yumeng hurried to follow. This was her first time meeting Gao Yong. He looked to be around forty or fifty, with a receding hairline and a greasy appearance, but he was dressed formally. Especially his eyes, which always made her feel a bit uncomfortable.
However, he indeed looked professional. To reach his position, he must have some skills.
On the plane, she handed the document to Gao Yong.
"President Gao, please take a look. I'll make any necessary revisions promptly."
"Mm." Gao Yong's attitude was cold; he hardly spoke more than a few words to Wei Yumeng.
She found it quite strange. Was it possible that Gao Yong was holding back some big move? Given his demeanor, he didn't seem like someone who would be excessively lecherous.
However, she still thought it was better to be cautious.
After Gao Yong finished reading, he leaned in with a pen and spoke to Wei Yumeng.
"Here, here, and here, there are grammatical errors. Look them up online and correct them. The representative from the other side is very particular about translation. If we make mistakes, it will jeopardize this project."
Wei Yumeng deliberately maintained an appropriate distance from him, still quite guarded.
"Okay, I understand."
Gao Yong could see it. As he was about to hand the document back to Wei Yumeng, he glanced at her.
Wei Yumeng felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze and asked awkwardly.
"President Gao, is there anything else?"
"Are you afraid of me?"
"I just respect you," Wei Yumeng replied formally. Even if she was scared, she wouldn't say it to Gao Yong's face.
Gao Yong suddenly smiled. "Do I look that fierce? Actually, I'm not that harsh on my subordinates. You don't need to be nervous."
"It's fine. Being strict is good. It helps us a lot."
Wei Yumeng smiled and nodded in agreement.
Gao Yong suddenly shifted to personal matters. "Little Wei, do you have a boyfriend?"
Wei Yumeng was taken aback. Although she didn't know what he was up to, a superior asking a female subordinate such a question was definitely not simple.
Her expression was calm as she answered Gao Yong's questions very seriously. While it was stiff, it was also to avoid getting too close to Gao Yong.
Being strangers was better. If they became even slightly familiar, he would become more presumptuous.
From this point on, she intended to nip any improper thoughts he might have in the bud.
"President Gao, I'm already married."
Gao Yong seemed surprised. "You're already married? I didn't expect you to get married so young. Does your husband work in our field?"
"Yes."
"Oh, then he must be young and promising. Which company does he work for? If there's an opportunity, I can introduce him to some projects."
Wei Yumeng sneered inwardly. Did Zhan Mohan need him to introduce projects?
She politely refused. "Thank you for your kind offer, President Gao. My husband is just a small employee in a company and isn't involved in that area."
"What a pity."
Wei Yumeng remained silent until they got off the plane. Since the representative would be meeting them later, they needed to find a hotel to rest first.
And to prepare the work at hand.
In the car going to the hotel, Gao Yong seemed to be getting restless. He held a document and leaned it towards her.
Wei Yumeng felt uncomfortable and leaned back. Gao Yong's arm kept brushing against her waist. She was getting annoyed but couldn't lash out immediately.
She moved further into the corner, holding the document to create a barrier between them.
"President Gao, if there are no other issues, I'll go back to the hotel to revise it later."
"Okay, okay, it's fine. Take your time. I can accompany you."
His words carried a strong implication.
Wei Yumeng felt like cursing. Who wanted his company?
Just then, her phone suddenly vibrated. She quickly took it out and saw it was Zhan Mohan calling. She felt relieved; he was a lifesaver.
She quickly swiped to answer and called out sweetly.
"Husband... Did you miss me?"