Wei Yumeng's eyes widened in shock, surprised by what Zhan Yichen had just said.
What did he mean by their noise last night being too loud? And "they"...
She instinctively glanced at Zhan Mohan, silently signaling him with her eyes.
What was going on? Did the two of them... make a lot of noise last night? Or did Zhan Mohan lose control, and Zhan Yichen heard it?
This was too embarrassing.
Zhan Mohan turned sideways, appearing completely unfazed, as if such a topic between men didn't make him uncomfortable at all, but rather he was asking it openly.
"What noise did you hear?"
Zhan Yichen pointed at Wei Yumeng, and her heart skipped a beat.
"You! Did you drink too much last night? You were shouting the whole time, and singing terribly."
If it weren't for his older brother, he would have gone to knock on their door last night.
Wei Yumeng was a bit confused. "So, all you heard last night was me singing?"
"What else would I hear? Just your ear-splitting voice was enough to unbearable, and you expect me to hear anything else?"
Zhan Yichen looked disgusted. His head still ached, likely from Wei Yumeng's loud voice keeping him awake last night.
After breakfast, he planned to catch up on sleep.
Wei Yumeng finally breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought it was the sound of *that* kind of activity that Zhan Yichen had overheard, which would have been incredibly embarrassing, and she would never be able to face anyone again.
"Uh, it won't happen again. I just saw your brother had a good bottle of wine, and I couldn't control myself."
Zhan Yichen said with disdain, "Drinking leads to trouble, and women should drink less. Look, even I had a problem drinking juice."
"I've resolved the issue with Wei Jin. Wei Jin won't bother you anymore."
Zhan Mohan said calmly while drinking his milk, as if it were a trivial matter. But Wei Yumeng knew how much effort he had put in to gather the evidence that Fang Xun had investigated.
Zhan Yichen looked incredulous. "Really? Are you sure, Brother? You're not lying to me, are you?"
"Yumeng already met with Wei Jin's family yesterday and clarified everything."
Zhan Mohan didn't want Wei Jin to marry Zhan Yichen, as it would make Wei Yumeng's life difficult, and not just hers. The entire Zhan family would be in an uproar. He would never allow someone like that to enter the Zhan family.
Zhan Yichen was still confused. "But isn't Wei Jin still pregnant with my child?"
Wei Yumeng said, "That's not your child at all. We don't know whose child Wei Jin is carrying, but it's definitely not yours. The medical reports she showed were fake. She had them forged to frame you."
Zhan Yichen was utterly shocked. He didn't interact much with women, so he had no idea a woman could be so cunning. This was a complex scheme.
"This woman is resorting to any means to marry into our Zhan family. It's terrifying."
Fortunately, they didn't let her in. Otherwise, it would have been a disaster.
Just as Zhan Mohan finished speaking, Fang Xun walked over.
"Mr. Zhan, a potential collaborator has scheduled a meeting with you for lunch. Shall we have a brief meeting this morning?"
"Yes, let's go now." Zhan Mohan got up quickly and then glanced at Wei Yumeng. "Do you want to come along?"
"Okay." Since there was a ride, she couldn't refuse. She wanted to talk to Zhan Mohan about the ointment in the car.
Zhan Yichen waved at them. "Have a good trip. I'm going back upstairs for a nap."
Now he could finally get some proper sleep. Wei Jin's situation had been driving him crazy lately. Fortunately, he had his older brother to handle it. Otherwise, he might have ended up wearing a cuckold's hat.
Wei Yumeng got into the car with Zhan Mohan, and Fang Xun drove towards the company.
After only a few minutes, Wei Yumeng turned her head and pinched Zhan Mohan's waist with annoyance. Zhan Mohan flinched in pain and looked at Wei Yumeng with a frown.
"Are you crazy? You dare to pinch me!"
Or was it that they hadn't "dealt with it enough" the past few nights, and she wanted to continue tonight?
Wei Yumeng glared at him, looking defiant.
"What did you tell Aunt Zhang? She just came to me with an ointment, saying I overused my waist."
Any adult would know what that meant. How could he pretend to be innocent?
Zhan Mohan couldn't help but let out a low, husky laugh. He pointed at Wei Yumeng's head.
"Your brain is truly imaginative. It's a shame you don't write novels."
Wei Yumeng felt something was off again when she heard him. She blinked her bright eyes.
"Then what did you tell her?"
"I told her you strained your back while showering last night and asked her to get you two packs of ointment. It's a secret remedy Aunt Zhang brought from her hometown, very effective."
Zhan Mohan said it with a straight face, and Wei Yumeng felt she might have wrongly accused him.
She was still half-believing.
"Are you sure you didn't say anything out of line?"
Zhan Mohan raised his eyebrows helplessly. "Do you think I would go around broadcasting it? As if I'm not afraid of others knowing what we were doing last night..."
"Stop talking, Fang Xun is still here."
Before the man could finish, Wei Yumeng covered his mouth. He chuckled and pushed her hand away.
"Fang Xun won't say anything."
"Still, don't say it." If he continued, she would truly have no face left.
"Alright, alright, I won't say it. But if your back really hurts, apply it. It'll definitely help." Zhan Mohan was very patient now. Even Fang Xun was surprised. What kind of magic did this wife have to make Mr. Zhan treat a woman so nicely for the first time? And look at Mr. Zhan's eyes; they were full of doting for his wife.
He was immersed in such an environment every day, how could he possibly find a girlfriend?
Eating lemons under the lemon tree, it was sour enough to kill him.
Then, he sped up, reaching the company entrance as quickly as possible, ending his nightmare.
Wei Yumeng got out of the car first. Zhan Mohan and Fang Xun seemed to be going somewhere else.
As soon as she entered the lobby, she saw a message from Xin Ran.
[I'll wait for you at the entrance of your company for lunch today. I have something to tell you.]
Wei Yumeng frowned, puzzled. What could Xin Ran possibly want to tell her? Could it be that he wanted to introduce his girlfriend to her?
To be safe, she decided to ask.
[Is it about your girlfriend?]
[Yes.]
Wei Yumeng breathed a sigh of relief. If Xin Ran was bringing his girlfriend to see her, Zhan Mohan probably wouldn't say anything.
She hadn't seen Xin Ran in a while, so she agreed. Little did she know, this decision would mark the beginning of the rift in her relationship with Zhan Mohan.