Wei Yumeng was caught off guard by his sudden kiss, her eyes widening. From this angle, she could see hisAdam's apple bobbing, forming a handsome line, accompanied by his scorching breath that enveloped her.
It wasn't until Wei Yumeng felt a chill on her body and opened her eyes that she realized Zhan Mohan had somehow pressed down on her. His handsome features and deep eyes seemed to be silently seducing her.
She covered her chest, her heart pounding as if it would leap out.
"Zhan Mohan."
Her voice was soft, like a cat's purr. Zhan Mohan felt something surge within him.
His hot palm cupped her face, then left her lips. He tilted his head and pressed it against her ear, his voice deep and husky.
"Give it to me, okay?"
"I..."
Reason told Wei Yumeng she should refuse, but her heart urged her to accept.
No one could escape his embrace unscathed, and Wei Yumeng was no different. The warmth of his palm, his unique scent, was familiar yet sharp.
Before she could fully process, the man kissed her again, this time without giving her any room to breathe.
Wei Yumeng's fingertips clutched his clothes tightly, feeling a tremor of nervousness. He sensed her tense body, his palm stroking her hair, kissing it as if with great affection.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
His voice was low and gentle, as if it could bewitch the soul, easing her tension little by little.
An intimate atmosphere permeated the air.
The next day, Wei Yumeng woke up sore all over, her mind buzzing. Zhan Mohan, that scoundrel, had taken her again in the dead of night after she had finally fallen asleep.
He was like a parched wolf, wanting to devour her.
She sat up against the headboard, rubbing her head. She had been too tired yesterday and had completely forgotten she needed to talk to him about Xin Ran.
But she wasn't confident he would agree. If she angered him, the consequences might be even more severe than this time.
In all of Pengcheng, almost no one could stand against Zhan Mohan. He had become a figure at the very pinnacle of the pyramid.
As she pondered, the door was pushed open, accompanied by Feng Shiming's cheerful voice.
"Mohan Gege, I heard you were injured yesterday..."
Feng Shiming, just as she opened the door, saw Wei Yumeng still lying on the bed. The disarray on the bed, a woman's intuition, told her that she and Mohan Gege had...
A surge of anger washed over Feng Shiming. Her delicate and pretty face contorted completely, and she lunged forward, wanting to drag Wei Yumeng up.
"Wei Yumeng, you slut, how dare you seduce my Mohan Gege? He's mine!"
Wei Yumeng found Feng Shiming's accusation and her immediate aggression amusing.
Feng Shiming, arrogant and looking as if she wanted to devour Wei Yumeng, raised her hand to slap her. Wei Yumeng calmly caught her hand, and her previously calm eyes instantly turned cold.
"Miss Feng, Zhan Mohan and I are husband and wife, a legitimate couple. How did it become that I was unilaterally seducing him in your words?"
Feng Shiming never expected Wei Yumeng to retort. What right did this woman have to confront her?
She narrowed her eyes, glaring at Wei Yumeng, and tried to break free, only to realize this damned woman's strength was incredible.
"Wei Yumeng, let go of me. If Mohan Gege comes over and sees this, he won't let you off."
"I am his wife. Furthermore, you were the one who trespassed into my room and tried to lay hands on me without a word. I believe Zhan Mohan will handle this impartially."
Wei Yumeng had no reason to be bullied by Feng Shiming. She was married to Zhan Mohan, not an affair-monger interfering in someone else's relationship, so why should she be bullied by Feng Shiming?
She hadn't even dealt with her own issues with Zhan Mohan yet, and this woman was already coming to settle scores with her.
Unable to win against Wei Yumeng, Feng Shiming's wrist, held tightly by her, felt as if her bones were about to break. She grimaced, still defiant, warning Wei Yumeng.
"Let go of me quickly!"
Wei Yumeng coldly released Feng Shiming, who clutched her reddened wrist in pain.
This woman was truly ruthless.
She turned her face away and pointed to the door, issuing an order to leave.
"I need to change. Please leave!"
Feng Shiming sneered, lifting her chin and looking at Wei Yumeng with disdain.
"Do you think this is your Wei family? Open your eyes and see clearly, this is the Zhan family."
Wei Yumeng hadn't wanted to argue with Feng Shiming early in the morning and ruin her mood. But since she was determined to clarify things, she didn't mind engaging her.
She sat on the edge of the bed, calmly watching the furious and ashen-faced Feng Shiming.
"Alright, let me ask you, what is your surname?"
"I..."
"Are you a member of the Zhan family?"
Wei Yumeng watched as Feng Shiming was about to fall into the trap she had set, a smile playing on her lips.
Feng Shiming was stunned. If she said she was a member of the Zhan family, it would be admitting she and Zhan Mohan were siblings. If she denied it, she would have fallen into Wei Yumeng's trap.
This damned woman dared to set a trap for her.
Seeing her predicament, Wei Yumeng, unable to get an answer, didn't want to waste any more time with her.
"I haven't even settled the score with you regarding my husband yet, and you've come all the way here to settle accounts with me."
Feng Shiming tilted her chin, her neck stiff as she argued with Wei Yumeng.
"Mo Han Gege and I are truly in love. You know very well why you married him. Once I'm pregnant with his child, you can expect to be kicked out of the Zhan family!"
"Your Mohan Gege told me yesterday that he couldn't bear to be apart from me. Whether I stay or go isn't up to you."
Wei Yumeng's face was expressionless. Compared to Feng Shiming's fury, she was truly calm and composed.
Feng Shiming was about to explode, her fingers pointing at Wei Yumeng trembling uncontrollably.
"Wei Yumeng, don't get cocky too soon. Do you think becoming husband and wife with Mohan Gege means you'll be together forever?"
"Mohan Gege doesn't love you at all. It seems you don't know, does he? Mohan Gege used to have someone he liked, but that girl went abroad. She'll be back soon, and your position as Mrs. Zhan might not be secure then."
Wei Yumeng's expression froze. Who was the person Zhan Mohan used to like?
Did Zhan Mohan have another woman before her?
Seeing Wei Yumeng's stiffened expression, Feng Shiming's anger subsided slightly, but this was just the beginning.
"If you don't believe me, you can ask Fang Xun. He's been with Mohan Gege the longest. You've been at the Zhan family for a while, haven't you never heard of another woman? That's because this woman is Mohan Gege's forbidden topic, which further proves her status in Mohan Gege's heart."
Wei Yumeng remained silent. Seeing her dejected appearance, Feng Shiming felt triumphant and walked out with an air of smugness.
Only after the door closed did Wei Yumeng snap back to reality.
Going downstairs, Wei Yumeng saw Zhan Mohan eating breakfast, engrossed in something on his phone. Feng Shiming sat beside him, her face full of schadenfreude.
Upon seeing Wei Yumeng, she leaned over and linked her arm through Zhan Mohan's.
"Mohan Gege, why were you injured yesterday? I can help you apply some medicine later, okay?"
Zhan Mohan subtly withdrew his arm and then stood up.
"No need. Someone already applied medicine for me yesterday."
Although he didn't name names, Feng Shiming knew very well it could only be Wei Yumeng.
Wei Yumeng could also see that Feng Shiming was deliberately trying to provoke her, and she wouldn't let the little girl have her way.
She smiled provocatively and walked to Zhan Mohan's side, casually placing her hand on his shoulder and forcefully pressing him back into the chair.
"A'Han, you haven't finished eating yet. Have a few more bites. Aren't you supposed to have a morning meeting today? What if you get hungry?"
Saying this, she picked up the remaining sandwich from Zhan Mohan's plate and brought it to his lips, coaxing him like a child.
"Come, open wide."
Zhan Mohan's eyes flickered, and he looked at the woman acting in front of him with a strange gaze. Was she planning to pull the same trick again?
Feng Shiming crossed her arms, glaring at Wei Yumeng with disdain, thinking, just wait, Mohan Gege would never eat something fed to him by that woman.
The next second, a hint of a smile played on his lips. His deep eyes fixed on her smiling face. He opened his mouth and ate the last bite of the sandwich.
Feng Shiming: "..."