Wei Yumeng almost thought she was hearing things when she heard him speak. She had expected Zhan Mohan to refuse, but he agreed so readily.
She excitedly reached out to grab his hand, only to have him dodge it.
She stared at her hand, frozen in mid-air, feeling rather awkward.
"Um... sorry, I forgot you don't like physical contact."
Especially with her.
She sheepishly retracted her hand, and the atmosphere became inexplicably tense. She looked around.
"If there's nothing else, I'll head back to my room."
"Mhm, I'll come over later to apply ointment for you."
Zhan Mohan's tone remained cold, devoid of any emotion.
Wei Yumeng didn't want to trouble him: "No need, Mr. Zhan, I can apply it myself."
"Are you sure your hands can reach your back?" Zhan Mohan glanced at her lazily, seemingly unwilling to waste more words. "You can go out now."
She pouted, thinking how the man's mood could fluctuate so wildly. It was best not to provoke him.
She opened the door and left, sighing. In a while, once Xin Ran had arranged everything, she could leave this place.
It was just a pity for the child in her belly. She hadn't planned to stay here forever anyway. If it weren't for the child...
It was useless to say more now.
Back in her room, she carefully lay down on the bed.
Fang Xun received a message from Zhan Mohan and pushed the door open.
"President Zhan, is something wrong?"
"Has Grandpa returned?"
"The elder is expected to return tonight."
"Go and make arrangements. The Wei Group is looking to retrieve funds recently. Go and throw them a bait, but the condition is that Wei Jin must be the replacement."
Fang Xun was surprised: "President Zhan intends for Wei Anguo to exchange Wei Jin?"
"Yes. Might as well arrange for Gao Dazhuang." The fat man who tried to bully Wei Yumeng last time.
Originally, Zhan Mohan had planned to bankrupt Gao Dazhuang, but considering how Wei had colluded with outsiders to trap Wei Yumeng, he was still unhappy. He could bully Wei Yumeng himself, but others absolutely could not.
After all, she was his wife in name. If she was bullied too badly outside, it would tarnish his reputation.
Fang Xun finally understood why President Zhan, despite saying he would bankrupt Gao Dazhuang last time, had only given him a small lesson and snatched away several of his major projects.
However, this had still dealt a heavy blow to Gao Dazhuang.
Now, it seemed President Zhan was paving the way for today. In any case, he had never intended to let the Wei family off the hook.
Well, their President Zhan was quite protective of his own.
"I'll go make arrangements now. I'm afraid the Wei family will be furious."
After Fang Xun left, Zhan Mohan checked the time and returned to his room to prepare to apply the ointment for Wei Yumeng.
As he was about to open the door, he heard voices inside.
"Mom, please take good care of yourself. I... I'll come to see you soon. It's okay, Zhan... Mohan is very good to me. Last time at the Wei family, if he hadn't appeared in time, I would have been in danger. He's very good to me, okay, goodbye."
As soon as she hung up the phone, she heard the door open. Seeing Zhan Mohan, she quickly lowered her head and wiped away her tears.
Then she feigned composure and asked him, "Mr. Zhan, maybe I can ask Aunt Zhang to help me apply the medicine later?"
He was a man, and she would have to undress. It was a bit... awkward.
"Aunt Zhang is not available right now." Zhan Mohan's face instantly darkened. The displeasure in his heart inexplicably tightened his lips. It was just applying medicine, did she need to refuse him in such a roundabout way?
Had this woman forgotten that he was her legal husband? Let alone applying medicine, no one would dare to interfere even if he were to consummate their marriage.
Wei Yumeng shrank back: "Then I'll wait until Aunt Zhang is free to apply the medicine."
Zhan Mohan completely lost his patience with her. "Take off your clothes, don't force me to do it."
"Mr. Zhan, I really don't need..."
Wei Yumeng still wanted to refuse, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her forward. Then, he grasped the hem of her clothes and pulled them upwards. Wei Yumeng had almost no chance to resist before her top was thrown aside.
She didn't dare to resist either. She was injured, and any slight movement would cause her immense pain.
The woman's fair and radiant skin was completely exposed to him. Zhan Mohan had seen her wounds yesterday, but they were blurry and indistinct due to the blood. Now, in broad daylight, he could see them clearly.
Her skin was like snow, and she had wounds on her body. The contrast of red and white was, inexplicably, striking.
He felt inexplicably agitated and looked away, picking up the ointment. The cool ointment combined with the man's scorching fingertips, Wei Yumeng truly experienced what it meant to be in the midst of ice and fire.
She endured the pain, her fingers tightly clenching the bedsheet, cold sweat beading on her forehead, her whole body trembling.
Zhan Mohan saw her struggling to suppress her pain: "I'll try to be gentle."
Wei Yumeng tilted her head slightly, the veins on her neck bulging.
"You... you just try to be quick."
Otherwise, she couldn't bear the pain.
"Hold my hand." Zhan Mohan took her trembling hand and clasped it. "I'll try to apply it quickly."
Wei Yumeng had no time for coyness and held onto his arm tightly.
Zhan Mohan continued to apply the ointment. Her nails dug in deeply, and Zhan Mohan frowned. Her nails were too deep.
He couldn't help but gasp: "Wei Yumeng, can you be a little lighter? It hurts like hell."
"Who told you not to hurry? I'm still in pain..."
Wei Yumeng was in so much pain that anger surged through her, and she spoke less politely than usual.
Feng Shiqiao was about to knock on the door when she heard Wei Yumeng and Zhan Mohan talking inside. Her expression changed, and she clenched her fist. What was that woman doing inside? Could she be seducing Brother Mohan?
Anyone would have their imagination run wild hearing their conversation.
Especially since they were married. But Brother Mohan had said he was just using Wei Yumeng because their grandfather insisted he marry that woman based on his fortune-telling.
Why had things suddenly changed?
It must be that bad woman. She could tell she had ulterior motives. She must have used some scheme to seduce Brother Mohan.
She wanted to push the door open immediately and stop them, but she was afraid of what she might see if she did.
In the end, she stamped her foot in anger and walked away, unwilling.
Inside, Zhan Mohan finished applying the ointment to Wei Yumeng. She quickly put on her clothes, her cheeks as red as a sunset.
She was so awkward she didn't know what to do: "Um... thank you."
Zhan Mohan lowered his head and screwed the cap onto the ointment bottle.
"You should thank me. You almost bit your skin off. Are you a dog?"
Wei Yumeng felt like he was scolding her.
"You're the one who's like a dog. I was pinching, not biting."
Zhan Mohan glanced at her lazily: "Do you dare say you haven't bitten me before?"