A large part of the anger in Wei Yumeng's heart subsided upon hearing his words, and she even felt a little smug. However, she was a person who valued her pride; she couldn't just be appeased by Zhan Mohan's few sweet words.
She turned her face away, still unwilling to talk to him.
Zhan Mohan looked down at her, and could still vaguely see the slight upward curve of her lips. He knew he could see through this woman's little thoughts.
He raised his eyebrows mischievously, deciding to give her one last chance.
"Did you really throw it away?"
Wei Yumeng held firm to her previous statement: "Yes, I threw it away."
The next second, Zhan Mohan's hand landed on her waist, his fingertips pressing slightly. Wei Yumeng felt an unbearable tickle and struggled wildly.
"Stop, stop tickling me, hahaha..."
She wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. She wanted to push Zhan Mohan away, but she was no match for him. He had no intention of stopping.
"Zhan Mohan, I... I was wrong. Please stop tickling me, I can't take it anymore."
Wei Yumeng begged for mercy while laughing, but suddenly, she didn't realize how much her voice could stir a man's desire. Zhan Mohan felt a tightening in his throat.
Abruptly, his hand stopped. Wei Yumeng finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he had no intention of letting her go. His dark eyes loomed above her.
The corners of his lips curved slightly, catching a faint glimmer of light. His lips were red and moist, forming a gentle arc. His gaze seemed unable to move away, fixed on her.
Wei Yumeng also stared at him blankly, as if drawn in by the light in his eyes, her consciousness still hazy.
"Zhan Mohan, can you... can you let me go?"
"What if I say no?" he replied nonchalantly.
Wei Yumeng tried to negotiate with him: "If you let me go, I'll tell you where the clothes are."
Zhan Mohan felt like laughing. This woman dared to negotiate with him. After a moment, his lips brushed against her ear, a fleeting touch. His breath was warm and hot, fanning her ear in waves, making Wei Yumeng instinctively lean back.
But there was nowhere left to retreat.
The next moment, Zhan Mohan grabbed her chin, pulling her into his embrace. At the same time, he tilted his head slightly and gently kissed her lips. His other hand, however, was not gentle. He pinched her chin and pulled it downwards.
Following the force, Wei Yumeng's lips parted.
His hot breath enveloped her completely, a surging desire, a wave of overwhelming invasion.
Wei Yumeng felt his breath, her heart pounding against her body.
The distance between them was almost nonexistent. Wei Yumeng felt as if she could sense his heartbeat, beating at a rhythm so similar to hers.
"Even if I don't let you go, you still have to tell me."
Wei Yumeng couldn't clearly hear what he was saying. Her body stiffened, and she didn't dare to move.
Everything that followed seemed to happen naturally. He took her with him to the heights.
When Wei Yumeng woke up, Zhan Mohan had his arm around her shoulders, a hint of smugness in his eyes.
"Now can you tell me where the clothes are?"
Wei Yumeng had just woken up, and her mind was still a bit fuzzy. She didn't even know how Zhan Mohan had managed to steer the conversation.
She didn't quite understand: "Your clothes are all very expensive. You can pick any of them, and they would look better than what I'm buying you now. Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you if you wear them out?"
His net worth was immeasurable, yet he was wearing a suit jacket worth tens of thousands of dollars. The industry insiders, with their sharp eyes, would surely tell at a glance how much Zhan Mohan's jacket cost.
It wasn't that she was unwilling to give them to him, but she was afraid he would be embarrassed if he wore them out.
"Then why did you still buy them for me? Aren't they meant to be worn?"
Well, this logic was impeccable.
"I hadn't thought it through back then."
If she had considered these issues earlier, she wouldn't have had such an awkward encounter at the clothing store, nor would she have wasted tens of thousands of dollars for nothing.
That money would have been better spent on buying Zhan Mohan a tie.
"Now that I've bought them, it would be an even bigger waste if you don't take them from me."
Zhan Mohan's temper seemed to be exceptionally good today. He patiently coaxed her, waiting for her to offer it willingly.
Calculating the dates, this was probably the first time since their marriage that Wei Yumeng had bought him a gift. He felt a sliver of joy in his heart.
This woman was finally starting to recognize his goodness towards her.
Wei Yumeng realized that Zhan Mohan always managed to draw her towards his side. She hadn't intended to give him that outfit, but now, she was starting to waver.
After all, she had spent money on it. For Zhan Mohan, this amount was negligible, but for her, it was a fortune.
Moreover, this was the first time she had ever bought clothes for a man.
Fine, whether he wore them or not was his business. Since she had already spent the money, there was no reason for it to go to waste. If she didn't give him the clothes, how would she talk to him about the Xin family later? It was a good opportunity while he was in a good mood.
She pointed towards the direction of the wardrobe.
"They're in there. You can get them yourself."
Zhan Mohan's lips curled. He got out of bed, and Wei Yumeng, seeing him naked, instinctively averted her eyes.
"Put your clothes on first."
"You've seen the parts you should see, and the parts you shouldn't. Are you shy now?"
Zhan Mohan's tone was teasing, and with him completely unclothed, the blush on Wei Yumeng's cheeks was almost climbing to her earlobes.
Wei Yumeng knew she couldn't win an argument about this with him, so she quickly urged him.
"Hurry up and get the clothes to try them on."
"Didn't we try them on today?"
"You haven't tried on the pants yet, have you?" Actually, she just wanted Zhan Mohan to put on the clothes as soon as possible.
"Since you want to see so badly, I'll indulge you."
Zhan Mohan laughed heartily, his narrow eyes curving upwards.
Wei Yumeng was helpless against him and could only nod repeatedly.
"Yes, I want to see. Alright? Please hurry up and put on your clothes."
Zhan Mohan opened the wardrobe, took out the garment bag, and dressed quickly. He then walked over to Wei Yumeng.
Wei Yumeng looked up, her gaze lingering for a moment in surprise. When they were at the clothing store, she hadn't paid much attention to how Zhan Mohan looked in the outfit. At that moment, she had wished she could disappear into a hole in the ground, let alone have the time to look at him.
But now, appreciating it properly, she realized that Zhan Mohan was truly a natural-born clothes hanger. The clothes worth tens of thousands of dollars looked no less impressive on him.
The color he chose was one he had never tried before, but on him, it seemed to elevate the value of the garment.
She couldn't help but sigh, "If you weren't running a company, I think you could be a model. With this brand of clothes, if you just stood there wearing them, I think they would be sold out the next day."
His aura, his looks, were more than capable of carrying off this outfit. She had just thought the material of the suit wasn't very good, and that it might even lower his status if Zhan Mohan wore it.
But now, it seemed that it wasn't the clothes that were dressing him, but he who was dressing the clothes.
Zhan Mohan was naturally well aware of his advantages, but hearing them from Wei Yumeng's mouth made his mood immediately change.
He reached out and embraced her waist, propping his other arm against the wall, his gaze both alluring and desirous.
"Finally, I've heard something nice from your mouth."
Zhan Mohan lightly kissed her soft lips. Wei Yumeng's cheeks instantly heated up again.
This man was truly two-faced. He was usually as cold as ice, but when he was in a good mood, he was full of sweet talk. She was almost unable to resist.
Wei Yumeng was still thinking about the Xin family. She cautiously raised her eyes and asked him.
"Are you in a good mood now?"
Zhan Mohan nodded thoughtfully. "I suppose so."
"Then can I discuss something with you?"
After speaking, she preemptively hugged Zhan Mohan's waist, just in case he got angry and ran off later.
Zhan Mohan looked down at her guilty expression and guessed what she wanted to say. His brow furrowed slightly.
"You want to talk about the Xin family?"
Wei Yumeng blinked her clear, bright eyes, acknowledging his guess.
Zhan Mohan reached out to pull her hands away, but Wei Yumeng had anticipated this. She quickly clutched his waist and buried her head in his embrace, clinging tightly to him.
The man looked down, anger simmering in his eyes.
"Wei Yumeng, since when did you learn to be so shameless?"