“Help… help me, didn’t he deliberately choose that time to go in, and then use the video to threaten Li Huan?”
Fang Xun sneered, “If Young Master Zhan really wanted to secure that order from Li Huan, there were other ways, but he never stooped to using women. There was no video at all, he just used it to trick Li Huan.”
Wei Yumeng felt this news was like a bolt from the blue. Was Zhan Mohan truly helping her?
But that day, why didn’t he explain anything?
Without giving Wei Yumeng time to ponder, Fang Xun urged, “Madam, we really need to hurry. If Young Master Zhan has to wait, he’ll likely get angry again.”
Wei Yumeng snapped back to reality.
“Let’s go.”
Getting into the car, Wei Yumeng saw Zhan Mohan sitting in the back seat, eyes closed, resting. His profile was as exquisite as if sculpted by God, his features breathtakingly beautiful, and his black handmade suit exuded noble austerity.
This man truly possessed an innate kingly aura, incomparable to ordinary people. They could only look up to him. Even meeting his gaze would be met with the imposing presence in his eyes.
Wei Yumeng thought of what Fang Xun had just told her. If it was true, then she had wronged him again.
She cleared her throat twice, preparing to apologize.
“Young Master Zhan, Fang Xun has already told me about the Li Huan incident. I misunderstood you. I’m sorry.”
Upon hearing this, the man slowly opened his eyes, looking not at Wei Yumeng, but at Fang Xun.
“It seems you can become a gossip reporter for a magazine from now on.”
Why so talkative lately.
Fang Xun lowered his head, “Young Master Zhan, I’m doing this for your own good. Too many misunderstandings between a couple are not conducive to cultivating their feelings.”
“Who wants to cultivate feelings with her?”
“Who wants to cultivate feelings with him?”
Fang Xun: “…”
This was quite synchronized.
Zhan Mohan’s gaze turned colder, his tone becoming more ominous.
“Don’t take matters into your own hands again in the future, or I’ll really make you a gossip reporter.”
Fang Xun nodded warily, “Young Master Zhan, I won’t dare to do it again.”
Wei Yumeng quickly interceded with Zhan Mohan for Fang Xun.
“Young Master Zhan, don’t blame Fang Xun. This has nothing to do with him.”
He shot Wei Yumeng a cold sidelong glance, “So it has something to do with you then?”
“I…”
How could this man unfairly accuse her?
“Nothing to say?”
“What I mean is, Fang Xun telling me this has no impact on you, and furthermore, I’ve apologized to you. You should commend Fang Xun, not blame him.”
Rumors outside said Zhan Mohan was eccentric; it seemed true.
He couldn’t think like a normal person.
Zhan Mohan raised an eyebrow, “Are you saying I should also give him a raise and a bonus?”
Wei Yumeng hadn’t expected him to talk about raises so readily. That wouldn’t be a bad thing, though perhaps it was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Her eyes curved as she looked at Zhan Mohan, feeling a little shy.
“Actually… whether he gets a raise or not is secondary. It’s enough if you treat Fang Xun well. Look at how he follows you every day, working tirelessly.”
Upon hearing this, Fang Xun looked at Young Master Zhan’s face and could already smell the brewing storm. He pressed his forehead with exasperation.
*Madam, please stop pleading for me. This is the calm before the storm!*
Zhan Mohan smiled insincerely, as if suppressing his impending fury.
“How about you become his boss and pay him then?”
“Oh, I can’t do that. I don’t have money…”
“You know you don’t have money. Wei Yumeng, I’m disciplining my subordinate, and you dare to butt in? Do you also not want to do this job anymore?”
Wei Yumeng was startled by his sudden outburst, her small body trembling. He was truly temperamental. He had been fine just moments ago, and now he had suddenly lost his temper.
It wouldn’t be good to add fuel to the fire at this point, lest Fang Xun get scolded too.
“Then I was wrong. Don’t blame Fang Xun. Blame me if you must. It was my fault for talking too much. If I had known, I wouldn’t have apologized, and none of this would have happened.”
Zhan Mohan’s expression softened slightly upon hearing the first part, but when he heard the latter, the suppressed anger surged back.
He reached out and hooked Wei Yumeng’s neck, pulling her closer, and asked through gritted teeth.
“You and Fang Xun have such deep revolutionary friendship, helping him so quickly.”
Wei Yumeng was a little dazed by his abrupt action, her bright eyes fixed on him. The sunlight outside streamed through the car window, illuminating Zhan Mohan’s face, his features clear and defined. His eyes were downcast, his long, thick lashes making his brown eyes even more profound, catching the light.
When she came to her senses, she instinctively tried to push Zhan Mohan away. However, the man had anticipated this. The moment she exerted force, he pulled her tightly into his embrace.
“Still trying to escape? Can you escape?”
Wei Yumeng’s fair face was flushed like a perfectly cooked shrimp under his gaze. Their eyes met. He could see the fine down on her face, her skin as pale as translucent jade, her lips red and full, and her erratic breathing, which brushed against his face.
They were so close, Wei Yumeng feared Zhan Mohan would lean in. Her heart pounded wildly, her mind a chaotic mess. Why was she feeling this way? Was it because she was too afraid of Zhan Mohan?
Yes, it must be.
She replied tremblingly, “Mr. Zhan, if we don’t go soon, your banquet will be truly late.”
Fang Xun checked the time.
“Young Master Zhan, there are still thirty minutes left. If we don’t leave now, we’ll really be late.”
Only then did Zhan Mohan release Wei Yumeng, “Consider yourself lucky. I’ll settle accounts with you later.”
Wei Yumeng muttered, “You’re going to settle accounts with me anyway, so what difference does luck make?”
Her voice was very soft, but Zhan Mohan still heard it.
He pointed at Wei Yumeng helplessly, “I see how sharp-tongued you are. I’ll have to pluck your thorns sooner or later.”
Fang Xun started the car in front and couldn’t help but smile. It was the first time he had seen their all-powerful Young Master Zhan completely at a loss with a woman.
Wei Yumeng raised her eyebrows and said nothing more.
He handed the clothes from the back seat to her, “Hurry up and change.”
“Here… here?”
Wei Yumeng spoke in astonishment, her words almost stumbling. Zhan Mohan truly didn't treat her like a woman at all.
“Or should I find you a special place?”
There wasn't time for that now.
Wei Yumeng pouted, “That’s because you wasted all the time.”
“Wei Yumeng, if you say one more word, I’ll seal your lips.”
Upon hearing this, her back suddenly straightened. Her mind immediately flashed back to the time he had kissed her. Why did it feel so familiar? But she truly didn’t know Zhan Mohan. Just a kiss, why would it be like this?
Seeing her stunned expression, Zhan Mohan guessed she was lost in thought again. He tossed the box at her.
“Change here.”
As soon as he spoke, Fang Xun raised the partition, and the outside of the car window could no longer be seen. Wei Yumeng finally felt a little relieved, but the crucial point was…
Did this person in front of her not need to turn away?
She picked up the dress and asked Zhan Mohan cautiously, “Young Master Zhan, could you please turn around?”
Zhan Mohan’s eyes suddenly twinkled with a smile, a sneer lifting the corners of his lips.
“You’re my legal wife. We sleep in the same bed, and you’re asking me to turn around to change clothes?”
Wei Yumeng found herself speechless.
So be it. The matter at hand was more important. If she delayed Zhan Mohan’s business, it might be troublesome if he didn't help her later.
She turned around and changed out of her clothes, putting on the dress Zhan Mohan had given her. It surprisingly fit perfectly.
“How did you know my size?”
Zhan Mohan appraised her from head to toe, “Does this require measuring? I could tell at a glance.”
Wei Yumeng couldn’t help but detect his underlying meaning – he was clearly mocking her.
She looked down at her own figure. With beauty and curves, what was lacking?
“Isn’t my figure good? Do you only find things beautiful if they’re voluptuous?”
Did this man have any taste at all?
“That’s also because the dress I chose is beautiful.”
Zhan Mohan looked down at the dress she was wearing. He was somewhat surprised. This woman usually looked quite ordinary, but this dress made her look exceptionally elegant.
The purple color accentuated her already fair skin, making it look like smooth jade. The shallow V-neck revealed her beautiful collarbones.
Looking at her like this, she wasn’t any less striking than Feng Shiyin.
The car stopped at the hotel entrance. Zhan Mohan and Wei Yumeng entered together.
“Fang Xun, wait outside. She can push me in.”
“Okay.” Fang Xun released the wheelchair. Wei Yumeng moved behind him, taking over Fang Xun’s position.
After the two entered, Wei Yumeng scanned the crowd and her eyes landed on Xin Ran. Her heart skipped a beat. Why was he here?