The stout man and the man with the scar were so terrified their legs went weak. The scarred man couldn't believe how ruthless this man was. He no longer cared about his pride. This man was clearly a hardened criminal, and they dared not provoke him now.
"We're sorry, Big Brother, we'll kneel for you. We were just doing our job after being paid. We had no choice." The scarred man's fierce demeanor was gone, replaced by extreme cowardice.
The man's gaze was stern, then he bent down, his voice sinister and terrifying.
"Speak, who sent you."
The scarred man bravely attempted to negotiate with the powerful man before him.
"If we tell you who it is, can you let us go?"
The man sneered dismissively, "Depends on my mood, but this is your last chance."
The stout man, afraid of missing this opportunity, quickly said to the scarred man beside him.
"Brother, agree to it, or we won't be able to keep our hands."
The scarred man had no other option but to agree.
"Alright, I'll tell you. It was that woman named Wei Jin. She ordered us to kidnap this woman and force her to take abortion pills. Once we completed it, she would give us a sum of money."
Wei Yumeng was surprised to hear Wei Jin's name. She had always thought it was Wen Yulan. She hadn't expected it to be Wei Jin. But if the child in her womb was Xin Ran's, wouldn't that be exactly what Wei Jin wanted? Because Zhan Mohan would definitely not want the child then, and Wei Jin would have no way to enter the Zhan family. Didn't Wei Jin wish to see her suffer? Why would she have these people abort her child? This was truly incomprehensible.
Zhan Mohan, however, was not concerned with these details. He only wanted to know who was pulling the strings behind the scenes. He walked over to Wei Yumeng, took off his coat, and draped it over her. With a worried look, he asked,
"Do you feel unwell anywhere?"
"No, I've already vomited out the medicine." She was still a little scared, thinking about how dangerous it was just now. Even with Zhan Mohan's appearance, she was still terrified, though much better than before.
"To be safe, let's get you checked at the hospital." Zhan Mohan knew how important the child was to Wei Yumeng. He could imagine how she would be if anything happened to the child.
Wei Yumeng thought about it and decided to take his advice. After all, if something truly happened, she would regret it.
"Shall I carry you?" Zhan Mohan saw that she could hardly walk in her current state.
Wei Yumeng felt a little embarrassed but knew she couldn't walk anymore, so she nodded. Zhan Mohan easily picked her up. Wei Yumeng instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. The man's unique scent gave her a sense of security, and her panicked heart gradually calmed down. He carried Wei Yumeng out, not forgetting to remind Fang Xun as he left.
"Handle this properly."
"Understood."
The scarred man and the stout man immediately realized something was wrong and cried out in panic.
"Didn't you say you'd let us go if we told you who it was?"
Fang Xun sneered, "You dared to touch Young Master Zhan's wife and expect to walk away unharmed? Do you think that's possible?"
The door closed, and the sound of pig-like screams erupted from inside. Wei Yumeng, in Zhan Mohan's arms, was startled. The man gently stroked her back and whispered,
"Don't be afraid."
Wei Yumeng shuddered at the thought of the scene, and she whispered,
"Actually, you didn't have to do that. You could have just handed them over to the police."
"If they dared to do that to you, they must pay the price for their actions, double!" The man's attitude and tone were resolute. Wei Yumeng felt a small surge of joy upon hearing his words. Her heart was instantly enveloped in warmth, and her low mood improved considerably, like fireworks bursting into a brilliant spectacle.
Sometimes, for her, love was a double-edged sword, with sweetness and bitterness. She didn't want to let go but couldn't bear to be treated gently and cared for. A single gesture or a tender word from the other person could instantly melt her heart. Only she knew the internal suffering she endured during their separation from Zhan Mohan – her longing and feelings for him. Even now, knowing their future was still uncertain, she couldn't help but fall deeper. No matter what, she just wanted to cherish the present. Even if they couldn't be together in the future, at least in this moment, she was happy. Even if it meant going through fire and water, she wanted to try again.
After getting into the car, Zhan Mohan drove directly to the hospital. After a series of examinations, the doctor came out. Seeing Zhan Mohan standing at the door, the doctor approached and asked,
"You are the father of the child, aren't you?"
Zhan Mohan paused for a moment, perhaps unsure how to answer. The doctor continued, "The fetus is developing well, no major issues. However, the pregnant woman was frightened and her emotions are a bit volatile. Your family needs to comfort her more."
Zhan Mohan nodded, "I understand. Do we need to prescribe any medication to help with the pregnancy or keep her hospitalized for observation?"
"No, as long as her emotions are stable, there shouldn't be a significant problem."
"Thank you, Doctor. Can I go in to see her now?"
"Yes."
Zhan Mohan quickly walked past the doctor and entered. Wei Yumeng had just sat up on the bed. Her face was still pale, and her cheek was swollen. The man couldn't help but frown. Damn it, why hadn't he noticed this earlier? He walked forward and reached out to touch her cheek, but before he could, Wei Yumeng instinctively flinched back, as if by reflex. The man's frown deepened, and his voice became tinged with anger.
"Who did this? That stout man or the one with the scar on his head?"
Wei Yumeng then remembered the injury on her face and gave a dismissive smile.
"It's nothing, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"But it hurts me." He said with genuine pain. The man looked at her with such a serious tone and gaze that Wei Yumeng's expression froze. She hadn't expected Zhan Mohan to say something like that. Then, Wei Yumeng turned her head, her gaze fell on Zhan Mohan's lips, tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice choked.
"Zhan Mohan, I'm sorry..." She was truly sorry. Why did fate treat them like this, separating them in such a way just as they had finally fallen in love? If she could, she would trade ten years of her life for the child in her womb to be his. She didn't just want a child. From the beginning, she had only wanted a child that belonged to the two of them, a gift for this man.