As Wei Yumeng came to her senses, the car had already crashed into the guardrail. Zhan Mohan quickly recovered and leaned over to check on her.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
She waved her hand, her head feeling a bit dizzy, but her leg seemed to have a cut from earlier, and it hurt now.
"No... I'm fine."
Zhan Mohan carried Wei Yumeng out of the car. Looking at the mess, he knew the car couldn't be driven back tonight. The large truck, likely startled, had a minor collision and was flashing its headlights.
The driver got out, his face full of anger.
"How were you driving!"
Wei Yumeng quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice."
Zhan Mohan frowned, "I'll call Fang Xun to come and handle this."
"Okay."
Wei Yumeng was also scared, her heart still pounding, her legs weak.
When Fang Xun arrived, the traffic police had not yet come. He walked forward.
"Mr. Zhan, Madam, are you alright?"
"Just some minor scratches, nothing serious. Please take care of this."
Zhan Mohan supported Wei Yumeng, feeling her trembling in his palm, likely still shaken.
"I'll take you home first."
Seeing the state of the car, Fang Xun realized Mr. and Mrs. Zhan wouldn't be able to drive anymore.
"We'll take a taxi. Call if there are any problems later."
"Alright."
Zhan Mohan helped Wei Yumeng walk to the roadside and hailed a taxi.
Fang Xun looked at the situation, the distance between the cars, and the large truck, feeling puzzled. Logically, at that distance and in that direction, an accident shouldn't have happened. How did Madam crash?
Getting into the taxi, Wei Yumeng stared out the window, not speaking, as if she hadn't recovered from the fright.
Zhan Mohan suddenly touched her hand, startling her. She turned to look at him, wide-eyed.
"What... what is it?"
"What happened just now?" The man's deep eyes were full of scrutiny and obvious doubt.
"What do you mean, what happened?"
"That car distance, you wouldn't have crashed." He had observed the road conditions and knew Wei Yumeng wouldn't have had such an accident if she were driving normally.
Wei Yumeng's expression stiffened. She was extremely nervous. She couldn't tell Zhan Mohan that she had been looking at him and didn't notice the car in front. That would be too embarrassing.
Thinking back, she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
"I... I just didn't notice."
"Just didn't notice, or was there another reason?"
"What other reason could there be? I was just spacing out," Wei Yumeng replied, biting the bullet.
Zhan Mohan couldn't figure out the reason, but he found Wei Yumeng's behavior peculiar. She clearly looked guilty.
Fortunately, nothing worse had happened.
"Be careful next time."
Even the usually composed Zhan Mohan felt a pang of fear after the incident. A moment's carelessness could have cost them their lives.
"Mm."
Back at the Zhan residence, Old Master Zhan sat on the main seat, his face grim. Seeing Wei Yumeng and Zhan Mohan looking disheveled, he stood up with concern.
"What happened? How did you get into this state?"
Wei Yumeng replied calmly, "I'm sorry, Grandpa. It was my carelessness while driving that caused the crash into the flowerbed."
Old Master Zhan's brows furrowed deeply. "Is Ah Han alright? If he's injured, have Dr. Jing Yan come to take a look."
Wei Yumeng stood to the side, feeling a bit awkward. Old Master Zhan hadn't asked her a single thing, his gaze entirely on Zhan Mohan.
She felt a strange sense of loss.
But then she thought, it was only natural. Zhan Mohan was his most treasured grandson and the future heir of the Zhan family. Of course, he would be worried if something happened to him.
She was just married for good luck, and to the Zhan family, she was more or less dispensable. They had already decided Feng Shiyin would be Zhan Mohan's wife, and she would eventually leave the Zhan family.
Zhan Mohan's expression was calm. He took Old Master Zhan's hand and helped him sit down.
"Grandpa, I'm fine. Just some minor scratches."
Old Master Zhan's voice suddenly rose, "You call these minor scratches? A car accident! Are you going to end up paralyzed again like before?"
Zhan Mohan placed his hand on Old Master Zhan's back, patting him gently to calm him.
"Grandpa, it's really just a small injury. Don't get too worked up. Your health is more important."
After sitting down, Old Master Zhan clutched his chest.
"Since she's no longer of use to our Zhan family and is involved with other men, let's arrange for a divorce soon."
Wei Yumeng's heart jolted fiercely. Her face instantly turned pale. She didn't know why she was so nervous, and her chest ached with a pulling sensation.
This outcome, wasn't it what she wanted the most, what she had longed for?
As long as Zhan Mohan agreed to the divorce, she would have no ties to the Zhan family or the Wei family. Once Gu Shuyi recovered, she could take her and leave this city.
But when her long-held wish came true, she couldn't feel happy at all.
Zhan Mohan didn't dare to say anything that might provoke his grandfather. He was old now, and his health wasn't good. If he argued with him, it might affect his health.
"Grandpa, let me help you upstairs to rest. We can talk about anything else tomorrow."
Old Master Zhan could see that Zhan Mohan was protecting Wei Yumeng. It was late, and he was worried about Zhan Mohan's injuries.
"I'll have the servant help me upstairs. You go and tend to your wound quickly. If it's serious, call Dr. Jing Yan. But I'm telling you, this Wei Yumeng cannot stay any longer."
"Understood, understood."
Zhan Mohan agreed to everything and quickly instructed Zhang Ma to help Old Master Zhan upstairs.
After watching Old Master Zhan enter his room, Zhan Mohan breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to see Wei Yumeng standing there, looking dejected, lost in thought.
He walked over and gently hooked her chin with his cool fingertips.
"What's wrong? Hearing Grandpa suggest a divorce, you're not willing?"
Hearing his teasing voice, Wei Yumeng retorted with a stiff neck, "Why would I be unwilling? Marrying into this family was not my wish. Now, if I have to leave, isn't it just a matter of your word?"
Zhan Mohan looked at her pouting lips. She clearly looked unwilling to part with him, which made him feel exceptionally cheerful.
With his hands in his pockets, he bent down slightly to look at her. He didn't speak, and they stared at each other for a few seconds. Wei Yumeng became increasingly flustered under his gaze.
"You're also injured. Go back to your room and tend to your wound."
Zhan Mohan feigned ignorance, "Will you help me?"
"If you want Feng Shiyin to help you, I won't have any objections."
After speaking, Wei Yumeng turned and walked upstairs.
Zhan Mohan watched her retreating figure, a smile playing on his lips. Today, she had displayed her jealousy skills to the fullest.
He followed her back to the room, waiting for her to help him apply medication.