After finishing up on his end, Zhan Mohan called Wei Yumeng, but no one answered. He couldn't help but frown. Had that woman done something behind his back again?
Just then, Fang Xun walked in with contract documents and placed them in front of Zhan Mohan.
"Mr. Zhan, I've verified this document. It requires your signature."
Zhan Mohan's expression was grim, his brow furrowed tightly. The atmosphere in the office was clearly off. Fang Xun stepped forward.
"Mr. Zhan, what's wrong?"
Zhan Mohan had already called three times with no answer. "Did you see Wei Yumeng today?"
"Yes, I saw Mrs. Zhan at the entrance when I was leaving work. She said she was going to prepare a surprise for you."
The man's frown deepened. "What surprise?"
"Mrs. Zhan originally asked if you were going to work overtime today, as she wanted to have dinner with you. I thought I'd help her ask, but then she told me not to."
"Then where is she? Where did she go?"
"I don't know." Fang Xun looked at the gloom on the man's face, feeling a bit bewildered. Wasn't Mrs. Zhan going to prepare a surprise for Mr. Zhan? Why was Mr. Zhan so anxious?
Zhan Mohan paced back and forth in the office with his hands on his hips, then quickly grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and put it on.
"Come with me."
Fang Xun snapped back to attention and hurried to follow.
In the hotel room, Wei Yumeng desperately tried to stay conscious, but her awareness was becoming increasingly hazy, and the strength in her hands was almost nonexistent.
Zhao Qiansheng looked down at Wei Yumeng, her lips bitten until they bled, and a mocking smile played on his lips.
"I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. It would have been easier if you just complied. Why make yourself so bruised and battered?"
Wei Yumeng knew she was no match for Zhao Qiansheng. A surge of anger rose in her eyes, and she glared at him fiercely.
"Zhan Mohan won't let you go. He'll make you pay a heavy price!"
Zhao Qiansheng let out a disdainful cold laugh. "Before he makes me pay, I'll make him suffer immeasurably."
He pulled at Wei Yumeng's clothes. She felt a chill spread through her body, a wave of despair washing over her. She even regretted not listening to Zhan Mohan's advice. If she had trusted him, she wouldn't be in this situation.
Zhan Mohan, where are you?
Zhao Qiansheng unbuttoned Wei Yumeng's clothes and saw her fair, smooth skin. The lust in his eyes deepened.
His finger brushed lightly over her skin. "I knew Zhan Mohan had good fortune. Look at this skin, it's so good."
With that, Zhao Qiansheng reached for his belt. Wei Yumeng's heart turned to ice.
Just then, the door suddenly knocked. Zhao Qiansheng's fingers froze. Wei Yumeng saw a glimmer of hope, like a drowning person grasping at a straw. She opened her mouth to scream for help, but before she could utter a sound, Zhao Qiansheng clamped his hand over her mouth.
Zhao Qiansheng stood up, pulled Wei Yumeng into his embrace, and dragged her towards the door. Wei Yumeng's body was limp, and she couldn't muster any strength.
He looked through the peephole and saw Zhan Mohan and Fang Xun. His heart lurched. How did Zhan Mohan know they were here?
Wei Yumeng's eyes widened. Gritting her teeth, she summoned all her strength and shoved Zhao Qiansheng away, trying to grab the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. She yelled with all her might.
"Help..."
But she lacked the strength, and her voice was hoarse. She didn't know if the people outside could hear her cries for help.
"Get over here!" Zhao Qiansheng, seeing this, quickly pulled Wei Yumeng back, his hand around her throat. He warned her, "If you dare to make another sound, I'll kill you."
"Mr. Zhan, I think I just heard something," Fang Xun said from outside.
"You kick the door down!" Zhan Mohan said anxiously.
"Yes." Fang Xun raised his foot and kicked the door with all his might. The lock began to shake precariously.
Wei Yumeng, at this moment, seemed to see hope. She gave a cold smile to the terrified Zhao Qiansheng and said,
"If you let me go now, you might still have a chance to live. Once he's in, you'll have nowhere to run."
Zhao Qiansheng held Wei Yumeng and retreated, unsure of what to do. He hadn't expected Zhan Mohan to arrive so suddenly.
He tightly clasped Wei Yumeng's neck, his sinister voice whispering in her ear.
"I'm telling you, you'd better plead for me. Otherwise, as long as I have a breath left, I will never let you go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud crash, and the door was kicked open by Fang Xun.
Zhan Mohan strode in and saw Zhao Qiansheng holding Wei Yumeng. Her clothes barely covered her essentials. In that instant, a murderous aura emanated from the man, as if he possessed world-destroying power.
His cold eyes fixed on Zhao Qiansheng, like sharp knives piercing him.
With a wild, unrestrained aura, he kicked Zhao Qiansheng. The moment Zhao Qiansheng let go, Zhan Mohan pulled Wei Yumeng into his arms and quickly took off his jacket to cover her completely.
Wei Yumeng blinked her eyes slightly, her voice hoarse.
"You... you're here."
Seeing her pale face, the man clearly realized something was wrong. His voice was choked with suppressed anger.
"I'll deal with you later."
For now, he needed to deal with this Zhao Qiansheng who dared to lay a hand on his wife.
Zhao Qiansheng let out a sinister laugh. "What, the esteemed CEO of Zhan Group, are you going to lose your temper over a woman?"
"Even if she's my property, Zhan Mohan's property, you trash like you shouldn't even think about touching her."
His face was grim, his exquisite features bathed in the light, his entire being shrouded in wild, menacing energy.
Zhao Qiansheng remembered the last time Zhan Mohan had taught him a lesson, and he shivered instinctively. However, his pride wouldn't allow him to be subservient to Zhan Mohan.
Aside from his background, which wasn't as good as Zhan Mohan's, he believed he could attract Wei Yumeng in terms of looks and temperament. Yet, this woman had rejected him.
Zhao Qiansheng mustered all his strength to speak, but the expression on his face betrayed his fear of the man before him.
"You can't possibly kill me just because you're rich and powerful, Mr. Zhan."
The sarcasm dripped from Zhan Mohan's mouth without reservation.
"Don't you know there's also a term called 'worse than death' in this world?"
He turned and instructed Fang Xun, "Since he likes doing that so much, find him two men, add some special 'ingredients', and don't let him leave this room before tomorrow morning. After it's done, send the photos to his friends."
Fang Xun couldn't help but tremble after hearing this. Mr. Zhan was too ruthless. If all this were to happen, Zhao Qiansheng would probably wish he were dead.
Zhao Qiansheng was even more terrified, his legs went weak. He stiffened his neck and yelled at Zhan Mohan.
"You have no right to do this! I'm calling the police!"
"Go ahead and call. Then, when they investigate the illegal activities you were doing in the hotel, they'll bring your family here. It'll be even more embarrassing."
Zhan Mohan faced Zhao Qiansheng's threats without a trace of fear on his handsome face; instead, he found it amusing.
Wei Yumeng in his arms suddenly seemed unwell. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kept nuzzling his chest. Zhan Mohan's eyes deepened.
They couldn't stay here any longer.
"Fang Xun, I'll leave the rest to you."
"Yes, Mr. Zhan. Safe travels."
Zhan Mohan bent down and picked up Wei Yumeng, carrying her out. Zhao Qiansheng tried to escape, but Fang Xun immediately grabbed him back.
"I advise you to behave yourself. You'll suffer less later."
Zhao Qiansheng struggled, shaking his head. "No, you're insulting me! I won't accept this!"
"Who told you to touch Mr. Zhan's wife? Don't you know our Mr. Zhan is very protective of what's his?"
If he insisted on courting death, who could stop him?
Zhan Mohan got into the car with Wei Yumeng in his arms. He wanted to place her in the passenger seat, but she clung to his neck tightly, burying her small face in his chest. Her breath fanned his skin, making him tense up, his expression changing.
He looked down at her flushed face and said with annoyance,
"I don't know if I'm torturing you or myself."
Wei Yumeng's mind was filled with Zhan Mohan's scent, his face, and the warmth radiating from his body. It was like a fuse, causing her body temperature to soar.
She held onto his neck, refusing to let go. Zhan Mohan tried a few times with no success. Seeing her struggling to endure, he couldn't bear it. He gently patted her back and coaxed her,
"Be good, let go of me for now. We can hug when we get home."
Wei Yumeng shook her head slightly. Her soft lips slowly moved down, settling on his collarbone. The man's breathing quickened noticeably.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, his voice deep and hoarse.
"If you keep moving like this, I can't guarantee I'll make it home."