Afterward, he turned away haughtily and went downstairs.
Zhan Mohan instructed Fang Xun, "Have someone brew some plain congee and bring it up. If she wakes up in the middle of the night, she might want some."
Fang Xun gathered from Zhan Mohan's words that he intended to stay and take care of Wei Yumeng.
"Mr. Zhan, perhaps we should call a maid to look after Madam tonight."
"No need. Many of the maids in this house belong to Wen Yulan. They might cause trouble."
He would feel more at ease if he watched over her.
Seeing that Mr. Zhan was adamant, Fang Xun didn't press further.
"Alright, I'll go arrange it."
Zhan Mohan returned to the room, unscrewed the medicine cap, scooped out some ointment, and gently massaged it onto her wound with his fingertip, with meticulous care.
If Fang Xun had witnessed this scene, his jaw would have dropped. Zhan Mohan had always been the one being taken care of; when had he ever taken care of someone else?
If it weren't for the fact that she had just undergone surgery, and that the child in her womb was...
He wouldn't bother with her otherwise.
After applying the ointment, Zhan Mohan did not cover her with the quilt. He wanted to avoid affecting the medication's efficacy, which would require him to reapply it.
Just as that fool Jing Yan had said, Wei Yumeng indeed developed a fever in the middle of the night. Zhan Mohan was preparing to give her medicine when he realized she couldn't open her mouth. Helpless, he had to hold the medicine in his own mouth, take a sip of water, and then slowly transfer the medicine into her mouth...
Unbeknownst to him, at that very moment, a pair of eyes at the doorway had taken in the entire scene.
After administering the medicine, Zhan Mohan picked up a towel to wipe the sweat from her brow. He then heard her murmuring something.
He couldn't hear clearly, so he leaned in to listen. He only heard her say:
"Why are you doing this? Why are you treating me like this? Am I not the one you love?"
Upon hearing this, Zhan Mohan's eyes fixed on her like a hawk's.
This woman, even in such a state, still had the capacity to think about other men. It seemed he had been too lenient with her.
He should have let Wen Yulan beat her to death today; it would have served as some retribution for his third brother.
He tossed the towel onto the table and wheeled himself out. Fang Xun, carrying the congee from downstairs, encountered Zhan Mohan.
"Mr. Zhan, why are you out? Hasn't Madam woken up yet?"
"She's having sweet dreams. I doubt she'll wake up tonight."
He said this and went directly to the study.
Fang Xun stood at the doorway, bewildered. He glanced at the room, then back at Mr. Zhan, who had closed the study door.
For Madam to anger Mr. Zhan to this extent even while unconscious was quite a feat.
Would he not be taking care of things on this side anymore? He didn't dare to go in, nor did he dare to approach Mr. Zhan...
In the early morning, Wei Yumeng slowly woke up. Her mind felt cluttered, and she was exhausted. She shifted her body, wanting to move, and only then remembered her injuries.
She vaguely recalled hearing Zhan Mohan's voice before she lost consciousness yesterday.
He must have saved her then. If he hadn't arrived in time, Wen Yulan's final whip lash would likely have ended her life.
When the maid entered and saw Wei Yumeng awake, her face lit up. She hurried back to call out.
"Fang Xun, quickly inform Young Master that Madam is awake."
"Alright."
Wei Yumeng propped herself up, trying to sit. The maid quickly stepped forward to support her.
"Madam, don't move around. You have many injuries. Are you hungry? Let's have something to eat first."
"Where is Mr. Zhan?"
"Young Master is in the study. Madam, you don't know, but last night, actually..."
"Zhang Ma, you can go out now."
Zhang Ma was the one who had been taking care of Zhan Mohan. It was she who had secretly reported the situation after Wei Yumeng was beaten yesterday, otherwise Zhan Mohan might not have arrived in time.
Seeing that Zhang Ma's words were interrupted by Zhan Mohan, she couldn't continue. She got up.
"Since Young Master is here, I'll be going out now."
As Zhang Ma left, she thoughtfully closed the door for them.
Wei Yumeng looked at the dark circles under Zhan Mohan's eyes, clearly indicating he had stayed up all night.
She remembered Zhang Ma's hesitant words and couldn't quite believe that Zhan Mohan would have stayed to take care of her.
"Um... last night, did you take care of me?"
Zhan Mohan handed her the bowl of congee, his movements not gentle, and his tone of voice somewhat resentful.
"No, I was busy and didn't have the inclination to care about you."
Wei Yumeng wasn't exactly disappointed. After all, Zhan Mohan didn't seem like the type of person who would take care of others.
"Oh, alright. But thank you for showing up in time yesterday."
Otherwise, she might have lost her life at Wen Yulan's hands.
Mentioning yesterday's incident made Zhan Mohan somewhat annoyed.
"Confronting my mother head-on, Wei Yumeng, do you really think you've grown wings and that you can challenge any wall? Is that it?"
"I didn't expect her to be so furious."
Actually, she just couldn't accept that Wen Yulan had secretly given her medicine that day and wanted to vent her frustration. She didn't expect Wen Yulan to resort to family punishment.
It was indeed her own lack of foresight.
Zhan Mohan snorted coldly, "I think you didn't 'not expect it,' you're just tired of living."
Wei Yumeng pouted, feeling a little wronged. "I'm already like this, can you say a few less words?"
"Even in this state, you're still thinking about other men in your head."
Zhan Mohan said this softly, and Wei Yumeng didn't hear him clearly at all.
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing. Rest yourself. I expect you to be out of bed within three days. There are a lot of matters at the company waiting for you, and someone has to handle them."
Zhan Mohan's expression was grim, his brow furrowed, and it was evident he was in a bad mood.
After he closed the door and left, Wei Yumeng still couldn't figure out what she had done to upset him.
Fang Xun came in later with some fruit and placed it by her table.
"Madam, please have some fruit. It's beneficial for wound recovery."
Wei Yumeng asked Fang Xun, "What's wrong with Mr. Zhan? Why do I feel like he's acting strangely? And he seems quite unhappy."
"I'm not too sure either. Last night, when I passed by your room, I saw Mr. Zhan coming out, and he looked displeased. I thought you had woken up, and then Mr. Zhan said something about dreaming."
Fang Xun couldn't figure it out either. After all, Mr. Zhan's thoughts were hard to fathom; not everyone could easily guess them.
Wei Yumeng knew she often talked in her sleep, and Fang Xun's words had just reminded her.
She covered her mouth in surprise. "Could it be that I said something I shouldn't have?"
Fang Xun shrugged. "You'll have to ask Mr. Zhan about that. I don't know."
This matter had been weighing on Wei Yumeng's mind all afternoon. She hadn't seen Zhan Mohan, and she was afraid she might have called out Xin Ran's name in her sleep. If that were the case, Zhan Mohan would surely be unhappy. If it weren't for her unconscious state, he might have wanted to strangle her.
However, she didn't think she had called out Xin Ran's name last night. She seemed to have dreamt of Wei Anguo, the day he abandoned her for Gu Shuyi.