Wei Yumeng stood on the stairs, only then realizing that Zhan Yichen might not be as bad as she imagined. His way of reminding her was a bit hard to accept.
But she also understood that he meant well, fearing she might suffer a loss.
These Zhan family members were truly baffling at times.
She returned to her room and opened her laptop and documents, intending to prepare. Only then did she discover the problems: not only were there insufficient translations in the company, but the materials Gao Yong had given her involved many things she didn't understand and needed to research.
She had heard Mu Linjing mention before that the company didn't have many translators because there weren't many professionals, which was why Zhan Mohan had directly brought her into the company.
It seemed she wouldn't finish translating until midnight tonight.
She got up and went downstairs to make herself a cup of coffee. Feng Shiming happened to be returning with her bag and saw Wei Yumeng.
"Making coffee again? It seems you've been busy with these things lately, otherwise Mohan gege wouldn't have specifically chosen you."
Wei Yumeng could tell the implication behind her words.
"It's just instant coffee, anyone can make it."
Feng Shiming let out a sarcastic laugh: "If that were true, with so many people in the company, why would he specifically choose you and not anyone else?"
Wei Yumeng opened the instant coffee, poured it into a cup, and turned her head to ask her.
"Why do you think so?"
Feng Shiming was somewhat stunned by her question: "What do you mean by that?"
"Because I am his wife. Is there a problem with making coffee for my husband?"
Wei Yumeng smiled sideways, her words stinging Feng Shiming even more.
"Don't be smug just because you are Mohan gege's wife now. Don't forget, you only married him to avert disaster. Now that Mohan gege has recovered, he will divorce you sooner rather than later."
"A fickle woman like you doesn't deserve to be with my Mohan gege. Look at your own status. You're not even fit to carry his shoes!"
Feng Shiming became increasingly harsh, as if wanting to vent all her anger at once.
Wei Yumeng hadn't intended to argue with Feng Shiming, especially since they would see each other at the company and she was her superior, capable of making things difficult with a single word.
But when Feng Shiming resorted to personal attacks, she couldn't tolerate it.
She forced a smile, showing no sign of anger.
"Then I'm truly sorry. Not only can I carry his shoes, but I can also share his bed. We will have children in the future. Everything you think is impossible will happen."
"You..." Feng Shiming, enraged, raised her hand as if to strike.
"Shiming!"
A deep, magnetic voice sounded from the doorway.
Feng Shiming's heart skipped a beat. She turned around to see him wearing a black shirt and black pants today, exuding a cold and noble aura.
She whispered timidly: "Mohan gege."
Zhan Mohan walked up to them, glancing at both of them.
"What were you doing just now?"
He had clearly seen everything.
Feng Shiming was wary of Zhan Mohan, especially his pair of brown eyes that were always cold and unapproachable.
"I..." She faltered for a moment, then quickly regained her composure and pointed at Wei Yumeng, "It was her, she provoked me first."
Wei Yumeng sneered. Twisting the truth was just like Ning Tao.
"I heard everything, Shiming. You didn't used to lie."
Zhan Mohan's gaze toward her was slightly serious, even tinged with disappointment.
He had heard every word Feng Shiming said from the moment she entered until her exchange with Wei Yumeng.
"Mohan gege, you never used to talk to me like this. Ever since this woman appeared, you don't spend time with me anymore. I barely see you at the company, and at home, must you always take her side?" Feng Shiming said, her face a picture of impending tears, making one feel sympathetic.
"I'm not taking anyone's side. I'm simply stating the facts. She is your sister-in-law now. I expect you to show her the respect she deserves."
Zhan Mohan remained unmoved, showing no favoritism towards Feng Shiming despite her apparent distress.
Wei Yumeng felt a warmth in her heart. Zhan Mohan was indeed reasonable, unlike Wei Anguo, who would unhesitatingly side with Wei Jin, even if Wei Jin was in the wrong.
Feng Shiming could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face. Unwillingly, she pointed at Wei Yumeng and shouted:
"But don't forget, if it weren't for this woman, you wouldn't be paralyzed, and Lin'er wouldn't still be lying in the hospital."
How could Mohan gege forget these things? When this woman first married in, he didn't even want to look at her. But now, he was taking her side.
Zhan Mohan's deep eyes revealed a profound gloom, and his tightly pressed lips parted slightly.
"Shiming, stop being difficult. Go back to your room."
Feng Shiming knew that if the conversation continued, it would only make this woman more triumphant. She stomped her foot in anger, glared fiercely at Wei Yumeng, and ran upstairs crying.
In the living room, peace finally returned. Zhan Mohan tiredly rubbed his temples and glanced at the coffee she had already made, reaching out to take it.
"This one is mine."
With that, he walked upstairs.
Wei Yumeng watched his retreating back, calling out.
"That...that's my cup."
Her voice trailed off, barely audible to herself.
She slumped her shoulders, resigned to making another cup.
When she pushed open the door to her room, she saw Zhan Mohan sitting in the chair she had just used, intently looking at the documents on her desk.
She coughed lightly: "Excuse me, I'll move out of your way right away."
As she spoke, she quickly reached for her laptop and documents, but Zhan Mohan stopped her wrist.
"No need. I'll go to the study later."
Wei Yumeng then stopped what she was doing.
"Oh."
Zhan Mohan looked up, his features sharp and defined.
"What did you call me in front of Shiming just now? Say it again for me to hear."
Wei Yumeng's eyes flickered slightly, and she looked at him blankly.
"I... I couldn't help it then. If I hadn't said it like that, she would have gone on and on. So... if you don't like it, I won't call you that next time."
As she spoke, she lowered her head, her voice becoming softer, like an elementary school student who had done something wrong.
"I'm asking you to say what you said just now again."
Zhan Mohan reminded her that she was going off-topic.
Wei Yumeng's ears turned red: "I..."
She was too embarrassed to say it, and it was out of necessity at the time.
"What? Are you unwilling to call me 'husband', or do you consider someone else your husband in your heart?"
Zhan Mohan bent slightly and slowly walked towards her, his deep eyes intently focused on her. Wei Yumeng blushed furiously, her heart pounding.
She nervously bit her lip. Seeing Zhan Mohan's demeanor, it seemed he wouldn't let her off the hook.
There was still a lot of work to do later. If she didn't finish it today, it would be even more troublesome on the plane tomorrow. She could only close her eyes and brace herself.
"Husband."
Her voice was very soft, mixed with shyness, like a cat gently scratching your heart with its little paws, making it itch. Zhan Mohan's eyes were deep and slightly narrowed, staring at her openly, as if flirting. He stood up straight, his gaze unwavering, showing no sign of restraint.
Wei Yumeng cautiously looked up at Zhan Mohan, her face flushed with embarrassment, and asked.
"Is that enough?"
"Mmm, that's acceptable." He sounded quite satisfied.
"Then can I get to work now?" Wei Yumeng breathed a sigh of relief, her heart still racing.
For some reason, she always felt a subtle nervousness whenever she saw Zhan Mohan lately.
Perhaps it was his overwhelming aura. Sometimes, just him standing in front of her made her feel intimidated.
"Mmm, one more thing. Actually, Yichen isn't as calculating as his mother. Don't take what he says too much to heart sometimes."
After speaking, Zhan Mohan opened the door and left.
Wei Yumeng digested his words and smiled helplessly. She hadn't taken Zhan Yichen's words to heart in the first place. He was only around twenty, and in her mind, he was just like a child.
She wouldn't take those words to heart, otherwise, she would exhaust herself.
Zhan Mohan was still in the study, with Fang Xun busy organizing documents beside him. He had dark circles under his eyes, having not slept a full night in the past few days due to a project.
However, he was used to this kind of life. Especially when President Zhan got busy with work, he was less than human. He used to sit there for half a day without drinking a single drop of water. Now, it was better; he seemed to have developed a fondness for coffee recently. He had only been sitting for less than two hours, and his coffee was already almost gone.
This was considered quite an improvement.