Wei Yumeng’s face was radiant with a brilliant smile as she looked at Feng Shimin, who exuded youthful vigor.
“Sister, your brother still prefers the food I feed him.”
At the address of "sister," Feng Shimin’s expression grew even more unpleasant, her face shifting from ashen to flushed.
She stepped forward, linking her arm through Zhan Mohan’s, her demeanor exceptionally gentle and virtuous. Her voice was soft and delicate, almost melting into one’s bones.
“A’Han, let’s go once we’re full. You have a morning meeting today.”
Zhan Mohan not only did not reject Wei Yumeng’s intimacy but even nodded with enjoyment. The two of them stepped over the threshold together.
Feng Shimin watched them walk shoulder-to-shoulder, their gestures intimate, feeling as if her lungs would explode with anger.
This wretched woman, knowing full well how much she detested seeing her so close to Brother Mohan, deliberately acted that way, as if afraid others wouldn’t know they were a couple.
So what if they were a couple? Her good days wouldn't last much longer. Even if she couldn't be with Brother Mohan, this woman wouldn't get him either.
What she couldn't have, Wei Yumeng wouldn't get either.
Outside the Zhan residence, Wei Yumeng tried to pull her arm free, but Zhan Mohan suddenly tightened his grip, leaving her trapped in his arm.
She looked at Zhan Mohan, confused, “What are you doing?”
Zhan Mohan raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong? You were acting all affectionate towards me just now to provoke Shimin. Now that the act is over, you want to ditch me? Wei Yumeng, do you think I’m your plaything, someone you can summon and dismiss at will?”
Wei Yumeng tilted her head, looking up at him, her chin slightly raised.
“Didn’t you enjoy it just now? You only ate two bites. If I hadn't fed you that one, you probably would have starved before noon today.”
Zhan Mohan felt a sense of helplessness. She sure found a righteous-sounding excuse.
He caught her arm again as she tried to pull away, his deep, smiling gaze locked onto her. His masculine aura enveloped her, his voice low.
“What, you think the president of Zhan Corporation starves and has nothing to eat?”
“That still requires someone to prepare it, which takes time. What’s wrong with you eating one full meal?”
Wei Yumeng tried several times to break free, but his strength was too great, her wrist turning red.
Being looked at by him like this made her heart race, and she desperately wanted to escape his intense gaze.
However, Zhan Mohan had no intention of letting her off the hook. When had he ever been used by a woman like this? Since she had used him, he might as well collect some interest from her.
He tilted his head slightly, his lips parting to gently nip her earlobe.
“That’s right. If I’m hungry, I’ll eat you first.”
Wei Yumeng’s mind went blank, her whole head exploding with a "boom." Her fair cheeks flushed red to her neck at a visible speed.
She glared at Zhan Mohan, clearly stuttering.
“You… how can you be so vulgar!”
Zhan Mohan’s lips curved upwards, his smile wicked and unrestrained.
“You’re my wife. A wife being intimate with her husband is only natural.”
Wei Yumeng’s mind was a complete blank, unable to find any words to counter him. Even when her mind was usually clear, she couldn’t win an argument with his sharp tongue.
She quickly tried to change the subject.
“It’s getting late. Don’t you have a meeting? Hurry up and go.”
With that, she lowered her head and walked out quickly. Zhan Mohan watched from behind as her earlobes turned red, then he followed.
Getting into the car, Wei Yumeng said to Fang Xun,
“Please take me to the hospital.”
In another hour, the caregiver would leave. If Gu Shuyi had no one, she wouldn't be at ease.
Zhan Mohan turned his head, his facial features less soft than before.
“You're still planning to resign?”
“More than my job, I care about my mother’s life. Zhan Mohan, you’ve already lost your mother. Do you want to watch me lose my last remaining relative too?”
This time, she didn't get angry with him. After all, she couldn't afford the consequences of angering him.
She especially didn't want her efforts from last night and today to be in vain. Only if he was in a good mood would she have a chance to negotiate with him.
Zhan Mohan’s mood had indeed improved considerably compared to the past two days.
“I’ll give you an opportunity now. You can choose not to resign and still take care of your mother.”
“What are the conditions?”
Wei Yumeng eagerly turned her head and asked.
“There’s a banquet at home tomorrow, and many successful business people will be invited. You just need to play your part well and don’t cause any trouble for me. Then I’ll agree to give you a week’s leave so you can spend time with your mother.”
“No, a week is too short. You know my mother’s condition. She can’t be left alone.”
“Hire two more caregivers to take turns. I’ll cover the expenses.”
This was already his biggest concession. If Wei Yumeng still wanted to haggle with him, he wouldn’t be able to do anything.
Wei Yumeng frowned. Since Zhan Mohan was willing to give her another chance, and Gu Shuyi’s medical expenses were still insufficient, lacking another two hundred thousand, and Xin Ran was in no position to help her, she certainly couldn't borrow from Xin Ran.
She had to find a way to raise the medical fees for Gu Shuyi first.
“I accept your terms, but could you lend me another two hundred thousand? My mother urgently needs this amount for subsequent treatment.”
Zhan Mohan looked at her wronged and hopeful expression. Even though she had bowed her head to him, her eyes still couldn’t hide her stubbornness.
Her true emotions were impossible to conceal.
If she hadn't been driven to desperation, if he hadn't cut off Xin Ran’s path, she probably wouldn't have bowed her head to ask him for money.
He sat up straighter, tilting his head slightly, his gaze complex.
“I still remember that day in the hospital when you told me with unwavering conviction that you wouldn't spend another cent of mine and that you wanted to separate.”
“I’m sorry, I was impulsive that day.”
Wei Yumeng lowered her eyelids slightly, her lips pressed tightly together, utterly abject.
Zhan Mohan scoffed, “Wei Yumeng, can one word of ‘impulse’ erase all the hurt you’ve caused me? What if, on an impulse one day, I pull your mother’s life support and then come to you to admit my mistake, saying I was impulsive? Would you accept that?”
Wei Yumeng pouted, “You’re a grown man, don’t be so petty. Everything I said that day was out of anger. Besides, whether we divorce or not, it’s never been up to me to decide.”
It was all dependent on his word.
“So, you could just talk back to me like that? Wei Yumeng, no one in the entire Zhan family, or even in Pengcheng, dares to speak to me like that!”
As he spoke, his eyes held a hint of arrogance, and his voice was cold, sending a shiver down one's spine.
But this man had the right to be arrogant. Both his appearance and his background allowed him to say these words, leaving no room for rebuttal.
Wei Yumeng now acted like a spoiled little girl, her attitude sincere. Especially her eyes, which were wide and watery as she stared at Zhan Mohan.
This softened the anger in his heart into a pool of calm water.
Although his lips were still tight, the atmosphere in the car was clearly less oppressive than before.
“Zhan Mohan, I’m sorry. I won’t mention divorce again. I know you don’t want to divorce me.”
Zhan Mohan’s eyes narrowed. “Who said I don’t want to divorce you?”
How could it be that in her words, it sounded like he was reluctant to part with her? In Pengcheng, there were countless women who wanted him, Zhan Mohan, and he didn't lack Wei Yumeng.
Wei Yumeng reached out and took his warm, large hand, her voice pitiful.
“Alright, alright, it’s me who doesn’t want to divorce you. You’re generous, don’t be angry with me. Look, I haven’t even questioned you about you sleeping with Feng Shimin, and yet you’re…”
Zhan Mohan’s eyes widened in disbelief, then he angrily withdrew his hand.
“When did I sleep with Shimin?”