Zhan Mohan's icy voice, laced with mockery, reached Wei Yumeng's ears.
"There seems to be nothing for us to discuss."
Wei Yumeng pursed her lips tightly. "You intercepted the Xin family's business halfway, waiting for me to call you, weren't you?"
He just wanted to see her submit, didn't he?
"Wei Yumeng, you're mistaken. You thought I targeted the Xin family just to give you a chance to negotiate?"
Wei Yumeng's heart fluttered, and she became even more unsure of his intentions.
Afterward, she heard Zhan Mohan's chilling voice again.
"But you need to think carefully. If you really come, there's no turning back."
Don't expect me to be soft on you.
Wei Yumeng felt even more uncertain hearing Zhan Mohan's ambiguous reply, but thinking of how the Xin family ended up like this because of her, she felt she had to take responsibility.
She took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll come."
"I'll send the address to your WeChat."
After saying this, the man coldly hung up. Wei Yumeng shivered all over.
Thinking of his cold demeanor towards her earlier, she suddenly missed the Zhan Mohan from before. Even though he was sometimes indifferent to her, he was never like this.
His words and his gaze both carried a sharp edge.
The address was sent. When she opened it, she discovered it was a high-end club, a place for the elite to unwind, frequented by young men of noble status.
She gripped her phone tightly. Even if it was a path of knives and fires, she had to walk it.
She took a taxi to the Zi Jin Club.
Upon arrival, Wei Yumeng paid the driver and got out. She followed the people inside. The decor was luxurious, exuding an air of decadence everywhere.
She had actually rarely heard of Zhan Mohan frequenting such places.
Wei Yumeng stood alone amidst the crowd, searching for Zhan Mohan. Although there were many people, she could still spot him at a glance.
As she raised her foot to step forward, she saw a woman walk past her, exuding a strong, pungent perfume that made her frown involuntarily.
The direction the woman was heading was where Zhan Mohan was seated.
Wherever this man went, he was the most dazzling presence. His aura was unique, making him hard to ignore even in a crowd. The women around him seemed to be coveting him.
Wei Yumeng had to stop and see what the woman intended to do.
She saw the woman, holding a wine glass and wearing high heels, walk gracefully to Zhan Mohan's side. She bent down slightly, her allure boundless.
"Sir, may I offer you a drink?"
Zhan Mohan coldly raised his eyelids. His aloof demeanor did not make the woman retreat; instead, it made her more eager to approach him.
He had originally intended to refuse, but when his gaze swept past Wei Yumeng not far away, he changed his mind. He shifted his position slightly.
"Please, have a seat."
The woman's heart leaped with joy. She had only tried on a whim and hadn't expected him to agree, let alone invite her to sit beside him.
Jiang Zhi, Zhan Mohan's friend, joked, "Ahan, it's true that good looks are a great advantage. You get approached by beautiful women wherever you go. Unlike us, who can only approach them."
The man remained silent. He simply clinked glasses with the woman, a devilish smile curving his lips, adding a touch of seduction.
The woman's smile deepened. Perhaps this big catch tonight would actually fall into her net.
These women all had clear objectives. As long as the man was willing to drink their wine, it meant half the battle was won.
The woman cautiously made her move, asking Zhan Mohan a question while linking her arm through his.
"Sir, do you have time tonight? The night is long, and I'm a bit scared to go home alone."
Wei Yumeng, watching from not far away and hearing the woman's coquettish voice, couldn't help but get goosebumps.
She felt exceptionally uncomfortable, and her delicate face showed displeasure, muttering to herself.
"If you knew the night was long, why didn't you go home earlier?"
Especially as the woman's ample chest kept rubbing against Zhan Mohan's arm, and he didn't seem to reject it at all.
Indeed, men liked women with big chests. Even the usually cold Zhan Mohan was the same.
Jing Yan, standing nearby, keenly spotted Wei Yumeng standing not far away, staring at Zhan Mohan. He inwardly cursed.
He nudged Zhan Mohan repeatedly.
"Ahan, your wife is here."
The woman, who had been getting bolder with Zhan Mohan, froze and stopped her actions. She followed Jing Yan's gaze.
She asked in surprise, "You have a wife?"
Zhan Mohan picked up the woman's chin with his fingertips. "Would you mind?"
Leaning into his embrace, the woman giggled charmingly, "As long as you don't mind, sir, I certainly won't."
At this moment, Wei Yumeng walked up and directly pulled the woman off Zhan Mohan.
The woman, wearing high heels, almost sprained her ankle. Her previously charming face immediately changed as she looked down at Wei Yumeng.
"How could you push someone?"
"You were holding my husband's arm. Who else would I push if not you?"
Wei Yumeng frowned, her face showing no trace of timidity. Her eyes seemed to gleam even brighter in the dim light.
The woman was somewhat intimidated by Wei Yumeng's gaze. Despite her height advantage, the look in this girl's eyes sent a chill down her spine.
She turned to Zhan Mohan with a wronged expression, seeking his help.
"Sir, your wife is so fierce."
Zhan Mohan calmly held his wine glass, his long fingers gently swirling the liquid.
"Yes, a little fierce."
It was his first time seeing it too.
The woman hadn't expected Zhan Mohan to not say a word for her. However, since the man came to such a place, could he be someone who was pure and self-disciplined? If the man hadn't liked her earlier, he wouldn't have agreed to drink with her, nor would he have let her act so boldly.
Thinking this, the woman puffed out her chest again and tossed her hair.
"So what? Your man clearly doesn't want to bother with you, otherwise why would he come to a place like this?"
Wei Yumeng sneered. "How do you know he doesn't want to bother with me? What would a stranger like you know about the affairs between my husband and me? Besides, do people come to such places just to find women?"
"Isn't it to drink? Look at the men around here. Which one isn't here for a woman?" The woman grew more pleased with herself, looking Wei Yumeng's figure up and down. "With your flat figure, would your husband like you?"
Wei Yumeng tilted her head up, looking defiant. "Mine is just right. What's so desirable about someone who looks like a balloon like you?"
Saying this, she stepped past the woman and sat down beside Zhan Mohan, linking her arm through his and smiling sweetly at the woman.
"Right, husband?"
Jing Yan and Jiang Zhi next to them were stunned. The reversal was too dramatic. Just now, Zhan Mohan had a dark expression, and his cold aura was about to freeze them to death.
Now, he had a smug look, and his earlier negative emotions were nowhere to be seen.
Jiang Zhi and Jing Yan exchanged glances. They felt so jealous.
Zhan Mohan inexplicably felt his mood lift because of her calling him "husband."
"Mhm, I like you just the way you are."
The woman stomped her feet in anger, taken aback by Zhan Mohan's reaction.
"You... how can you two be like this?"
Zhan Mohan put his arm around Wei Yumeng. Wei Yumeng leaned into his embrace, tilted her head up, and asked sweetly.
"Husband, can we go back now?"
Zhan Mohan stood up and turned to Jiang Zhi and Jing Yan.
"You two enjoy yourselves. We're leaving."
Jiang Zhi: "This... you're leaving already? Didn't you say you wanted to drink until you were drunk?"
Jing Yan was also bewildered: "You're leaving after only a few drinks. That's not very loyal!"
"Another day," Zhan Mohan said, embracing Wei Yumeng and walking towards the exit.
The woman watched Zhan Mohan's retreating back, trembling all over. The duck that was almost in her mouth had flown away...
Jing Yan looked at the woman's increasingly distorted face and said kindly.
"You don't need to regret it too much. He never intended to do anything with you. He just wanted to provoke his wife and make her a little jealous."
The woman turned back in surprise. "What!"
"Otherwise, what do you think? Didn't you see how happy his face became when his wife arrived?"
Jing Yan shook his head helplessly. There was nothing to be surprised about. They themselves were also stuffed with dog food.
Jiang Zhi shrugged, finding it amusing.
"Originally, it was the two of us accompanying him to drown his sorrows. Now, it's up to the two of us to drown our sorrows and get through this long night."
"Cheers."
Outside the club, as Zhan Mohan and Wei Yumeng emerged, she pulled herself out of his embrace. The smile from earlier had vanished.
"Mr. Zhan certainly has a good sense of amusement. You called me over just to show me how popular you are?"