She likely didn't realize it herself, but her current demeanor was akin to a jealous woman.
Zhan Mohan had long planned to teach her a lesson today, to deter her from provoking him again. Who would have thought the appearance of another woman would become a living fossil of their strained relationship?
The gloom that had clouded him for the past two days suddenly cleared like the sun breaking through the clouds.
This woman truly possessed multiple facets. Despite knowing her for so long, he had never realized she could be so sweet, especially when she called him "husband." His bones practically melted.
He longed to return quickly and hear her call him that enough times in bed.
He raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, suppressing his inner delight.
"What, I merely had a drink with someone else, and you suddenly showed up, ruining my mood."
Wei Yumeng turned her head, her clear, beautiful eyes practically spitting fire, her tone unfriendly.
"Didn't you ask me to come? What, did that woman suit your fancy? I suppose so. Good figure, enchanting, all you men like that kind. Meanwhile, our skinny figures like mine don't catch your eye."
She didn't know why, but seeing that woman rubbing against Zhan Mohan with her body ignited a spark of malice within her.
She had expected him to refuse, but not only did he not push the woman away, he even seemed to be enjoying it. If she had arrived any later, wouldn't they have found a private room inside for a real encounter?
Zhan Mohan found her jealous words increasingly endearing and amusing. He particularly enjoyed seeing her currently puffed up like an angry cat, ready to pounce on anyone.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms. Wei Yumeng caught a whiff of alcohol and a heavy perfume from him and instinctively struggled.
"Don't touch me. I can't stand the smell on you!"
Zhan Mohan didn't force her, instead watching her with amusement.
"Didn't you hug Xin Ran like that the other day? I never saw you care about my feelings."
Wei Yumeng looked up. "How is that the same? Xin Ran and I are just friends. That woman just now was clearly trying to seduce you to get money from you."
Didn't he usually detest women like that? Had his taste changed, wanting to try something new?
Zhan Mohan, unusually, didn't get angry. Instead, he crossed his arms with composure, watching her performance.
Occasionally, he would even respond cooperatively.
"I'm not short of money. At least that woman doesn't, like a certain person, always defend other men."
"Didn't I just help you?"
Why else would she have caused such a scene? She even called him husband. Just thinking about that voice now gave her goosebumps.
She must have water in her brain to have called out so naturally.
"Alright, you helped me just now. Should I thank you? Tell me, how do you want to be thanked? I'm willing to do anything, physically if need be."
He implied.
Wei Yumeng saw the numerous wine bottles on the table in front of him and his current reaction. Despite her bad attitude, he wasn't angry, which was abnormal.
He must be drunk and hadn't fully processed things yet. By tomorrow morning, he'd probably regret it so much he'd want to smash his head against a wall.
She didn't want to argue with him any further. The night air was cold, and he had been drinking. If he caught a cold, he would suffer.
And who would have to take care of him then? To lessen her own trouble, she decided to get Zhan Mohan back home first.
She walked forward and took his arm.
"Let's go back. I'm not going to reason with a drunkard like you."
Zhan Mohan chuckled. She thought he was drunk.
"I'm not drunk."
"I saw all those wine bottles on the table just now. You're still saying you're not drunk? Stop talking. You'll end up drinking the wind and getting a stomach ache."
Although it sounded reluctant, she still pulled him towards the parking lot. Zhan Mohan let her lead him. Her hand was small and tender, while his was large, so small she couldn't even grip all his fingers, only three.
Recalling her helpless and angry look just now, he found it somewhat pleasing to the eye, better than her usual pretense of strength, hiding everything within.
They found the car, and she extended her hand towards him.
"The keys?"
"In my bag," Zhan Mohan replied calmly, his deep eyes fixed on her, unwilling to look away.
Wei Yumeng first fumbled in his shirt pocket. It was too dark in the parking lot for her to see, so she relied on touch. Suddenly, she felt Zhan Mohan take a step back, his voice low and laced with a laugh.
"Don't fumble around."
Her hand froze abruptly, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"Sorry, it's too dark to see."
Zhan Mohan lowered his head slightly, watching the strands of hair lifted by the wind, catching a faint, pleasant scent in the air, much nicer than the perfume of the other woman.
Her soft body brushed against him faintly, a silent attraction. He felt a pang of discomfort. If she continued to be so unrestrained with him...
He would lose control and make love to her in the car.
The man coughed lightly. "On the right side."
Wei Yumeng hadn't heard clearly and instinctively looked up. Their lips brushed against each other, and both froze.
This brief contact shattered the taut string in his mind. After staring at her for two seconds, the man leaned in and precisely kissed her lips.
This kiss was the beginning of an unstoppable passion.
Wei Yumeng was pinned against the car door by him. The man's hand clasped her slender waist, which was barely graspable.
His immediate thought was, who said his wife had a bad figure? That was utter nonsense.
The dim light from above cast shadows on Zhan Mohan's face, creating a play of light and dark. His eyes were framed by faint shadows from his eyelashes, and the color of his pupils was light, now filled with extreme tenderness.
At such close proximity, the escalating intimate atmosphere felt like a dream.
Wei Yumeng's mind went blank from his kiss, lost in his tenderness and unable to resist. Her body went limp in his arms; if Zhan Mohan hadn't held her, she probably wouldn't have been able to stand.
She felt her breath shorten, her body temperature rise, and her cheeks burn.
Her heart pounded wildly.
It wasn't until there was a commotion not far away, as if someone were approaching the parking lot, that Zhan Mohan released her.
Wei Yumeng panted softly, her mouth agape.
The man lowered his voice, affectionately pinching her cheek.
"Next time, remember to breathe."
Hearing Zhan Mohan's voice, Wei Yumeng finally registered what they had just done.
She widened her eyes, staring at the nonchalant Zhan Mohan.
"How could you kiss me without permission?"
Was this man insane? This morning, he had sounded furious on the phone, like a stranger. Now, he could kiss her so casually?
And speak to her in such a gentle tone. What was Zhan Mohan thinking?
Zhan Mohan stared at her flushed face for a long time, then suddenly laughed.
"Who was it that was calling out 'husband' non-stop at the club today, and now wants to distance herself from me, hmm?"
He lowered his head slightly, his breath, tinged with alcohol, sprayed onto her already burning skin. His voice was deep and magnetic, as if he were openly seducing her.
Wei Yumeng's breathing grew more rapid. Her earlier sharp wit had vanished, replaced by the silence of a little lamb.
She feared saying something Zhan Mohan wouldn't like, leading to another kiss.
Zhan Mohan placed the keys in her palm. "Can you drive?"
Wei Yumeng felt a chill and finally came back to her senses.
"Yes."
"Get in."
She drove towards the Zhan family's old residence, not daring to be distracted for a moment. Sometimes, she would cautiously glance at Zhan Mohan.
He was probably truly drunk, leaning back against the seat with his eyes closed. Her gaze shifted from his closed eyes to his thin lips. Unbidden, the scene of their kiss in the parking lot replayed in her mind.
His body temperature, the touch of his palm, were so real. And his unique scent was unforgettable.
Zhan Mohan seemed to sense her gaze. He slowly opened his brown eyes, making brief contact with Wei Yumeng's. She hastily averted her eyes, failing to notice the large truck approaching from the front.
His expression suddenly changed. "Careful..."