Wei Yumeng walked down the road, a hotel room card tucked in her bag, her heart feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. She certainly wouldn't actually go through with anything with Zhao Qiansheng.
However, she absolutely had to go to the hotel; it was her only chance to find out the truth.
But how could she get Zhao Qiansheng to hand over the evidence without any loss to herself? She had also wondered if Zhao Qiansheng was bluffing, and if he actually had no evidence at all.
Still, she decided to take a gamble. If Zhao Qiansheng did have evidence, then the misunderstanding between her and Zhan Mohan could be completely resolved, and Wen Yulan would no longer give her sour looks or make things difficult.
Returning to the Zhan residence, she placed the room card in her pocket, ensuring it wouldn't fall out before heading upstairs with a sense of relief.
The moment she pushed open the door, she saw that Zhan Mohan had returned at some unknown hour and was sitting on the balcony, talking on the phone. Her hand, gripping the room card, began to tremble with nervousness.
After much thought, she decided it was better to be safe. She took off her outer coat, hung it up, and put on another one. Just as she was fastening the buttons, Zhan Mohan walked in from the balcony.
He put away his phone and asked casually, "Where were you?"
Wei Yumeng gestured with the coffee cup in her hand, "I went to buy a cup of coffee."
"Did you get your coat washed?" Zhan Mohan's expression seemed heavy, and even as he spoke, his deep, penetrating eyes remained fixed on Wei Yumeng.
She especially dreaded Zhan Mohan looking at her so intently. Coupled with her meeting with Zhao Qiansheng today, if Zhan Mohan found out, knowing his temperament, he would surely suspect she was fooling around with other men.
She tried her best to avoid his gaze, merely nodding calmly.
"Yes, it's been sent for cleaning. I'll likely pick it up in a few days."
"Don't take Fang Shizhou's words to heart too much today." Zhan Mohan thought for a moment, feeling he needed to say something to Wei Yumeng to prevent her from dwelling on it.
Wei Yumeng shook her head. "It's not a big deal. It was my own issue, really. It's you who's been put in a difficult position. I told you ages ago not to wear that coat. Your business partners and people you usually interact with could tell at a glance how cheap that coat of yours is."
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Zhan Mohan saw her brows furrowed and instinctively placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Are you angry?"
"No, I just don't want you to be ridiculed by others."
She didn't want Zhan Mohan to be mocked for wearing such an inexpensive garment because of her.
Zhan Mohan lowered his eyelids slightly. They were standing very close, and he could clearly see the slight tremble of his long eyelashes and the slight upturn of his ruby lips.
His heart suddenly softened, and his tone followed suit, becoming gentle, not as harsh as it usually was.
"Was what I said today not clear enough?"
Wei Yumeng looked up in confusion, her eyes meeting the man's unfathomably deep gaze, like a vortex that could draw one in.
Zhan Mohan was unusually patient today and repeated himself.
"I said, this outfit was a gift from my wife. It's her thoughtful gesture. Whether it's expensive or cheap, as long as I don't mind, that's all that matters."
Wei Yumeng's pupils trembled slightly; she could hardly believe these were words coming from Zhan Mohan.
Yet, even if it were a lie, she was willing to believe it, as long as it was him saying it.
She was deeply touched, her clear eyes looking at him, and she said sincerely,
"Thank you, Zhan Mohan."
A faint smile curved the man's lips. The atmosphere between them was rarely this harmonious, and Zhan Mohan didn't want to miss such a good moment. He leaned down slightly, his lips about to meet hers.
His phone suddenly rang, shattering the pleasant atmosphere.
Wei Yumeng awkwardly stepped back, pushing her hair aside.
"You... you should take the call."
Zhan Mohan, with a displeased expression, walked to the side with his phone and slid to answer.
"You'd better hope this is something important calling me."
Jing Yan, hearing Zhan Mohan's tone, felt something was off and found it strange.
"Don't tell me you already know?"
"Know what?"
"Uh... about your wife and that Zhao Qiansheng person." Jing Yan hadn't intended to tell Zhan Mohan, but since he had seen it with his own eyes, and Zhan Mohan was his good brother, he couldn't just stand by and watch his brother be made a fool of.
Zhan Mohan's brows furrowed, his handsome face instantly clouded over.
"What do you mean?"
"I happened to see it. Your wife was meeting Zhao Qiansheng at a coffee shop. I also did a quick check on that man's information; I think that's his name."
"And then?"
"Then, I don't know what Zhao Qiansheng and your wife talked about, but I saw him hand her a room card, and your wife took it."
After saying this, Jing Yan didn't dare to breathe, fearing that Zhan Mohan's palpable hostility would be transmitted through the phone.
Wei Yumeng didn't know who Zhan Mohan was talking to or why, but standing not far from him, she could see a shadow of gloom settling over his handsome brows.
Zhan Mohan's voice grew colder, exuding a chilling aura. He asked Jing Yan,
"Are you sure?"
"I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be fake?"
"I'm hanging up now."
"No, you two..."
Jing Yan was about to try and persuade them to talk things out, suggesting it might just be a misunderstanding. He didn't want his good intentions to cause a fight between the couple.
When Wei Yumeng saw Zhan Mohan hang up the phone, she felt the dark aura emanating from him and instinctively took two steps back.
"What... what's wrong?"
The man advanced towards her, cornering her against the wall, leaving her with nowhere to retreat. His voice, accompanied by the cold wind, sounded eerily terrifying.
"I'll ask you one more time, where did you go after work?"
Wei Yumeng's face instantly stiffened. She felt her palms grow colder, her heart pounding like a drum, unable to fathom Zhan Mohan's intentions.
Could he possibly know she had gone to meet Zhao Qiansheng? But where did he get the information?
She was certain Zhan Mohan hadn't sent anyone to follow her. So who was he talking to on the phone just now?
"I... I just went to a coffee shop to buy a cup of coffee."
This time, she wasn't lying.
Zhan Mohan suddenly reached out and gripped Wei Yumeng's jawline, followed by the sound of cracking joints. Wei Yumeng's eyes teared up from the pain. She looked in terror at the man before her, who seemed like a Shura filled with deadly intent.
He strained his neck and roared,
"I want the truth!"
"I, I'm telling the truth." Wei Yumeng still clung to a sliver of hope. She didn't want to be misunderstood by Zhan Mohan, much less suffer his humiliation again.
He frowned, a flicker of anger rising in his eyes.
"Fine, you won't talk, will you? I have plenty of ways to make you confess."
With that, he yanked her towards the door. Wei Yumeng's wrist ached from his grip, and fear began to bloom in her heart.
"Zhan Mohan, what are you doing..."