Zhan Mohan carried Wei Yumeng into the car and quickly returned to the Zhan residence. At first, Wei Yumeng was silent, trembling all over.
However, once they were back in the room, as Zhan Mohan poured her a glass of water and handed it to her, he noticed her body temperature was alarmingly high, her cheeks flushed, making her look like a delicate rose.
He gently touched her arm, "Are you feeling unwell anywhere? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
To his surprise, Wei Yumeng suddenly grabbed his wrist, leaning her face close, and murmuring, "I'm so hot..."
Her temperature had indeed risen, but not to an extreme degree. Zhan Mohan bent down to examine her, only to find that the light in her eyes was unusual, hazy, even unconscious.
A bad premonition suddenly struck him. Could Hu Zhongcai have drugged her?
Before he could even process the thought, Wei Yumeng cupped his face and kissed him directly.
Zhan Mohan froze. The woman's lips were soft and exuded a sweet fragrance. As a normal man, the feeling from that night seemed to return.
However, realizing her current state was different, he abruptly regained his senses and pushed her away.
Wei Yumeng felt a sense of relief from the kiss, as if the fire within her had been slightly quenched. She instinctively reached out again, but as she leaned forward, Zhan Mohan gripped her shoulders.
A suppressed emotion flickered in the man's eyes, his voice hoarse, "Wei Yumeng, calm down. Do you know what you're doing?"
"I know, I'm kissing you." Wei Yumeng's eyes were hazy and alluring. She gently caressed his face with one hand and then leaned in for another kiss.
This time, the man's last shred of self-control crumbled.
He clasped her slender waist, his gaze deepening, "You said it yourself. Don't regret it."
The next day, Wei Yumeng woke up feeling sore all over, her head still groggy. She propped herself up against the headboard and felt a chill. Instinctively, she looked down.
A gasp echoed through the room.
The next second, Zhan Mohan, with his brows furrowed, looked at her with sleepy eyes. "Are you trying to attract Mom and the others here?"
Wei Yumeng looked at him in terror, "What happened between us?"
Zhan Mohan rubbed his temples, clearly displeased that his good sleep had been disturbed by Wei Yumeng. "It's like this, and you still have to ask so directly?"
Wei Yumeng then had a faint recollection, as if she had been… by Hu Zhongcai at the hotel yesterday.
Her expression suddenly changed, "Where is Hu Zhongcai? Did he... me?"
Zhan Mohan glanced at her sideways, "If he had done anything to you, would you still be lying in my bed?"
Wei Yumeng instantly understood and, for some reason, felt a surge of relief. She patted her chest, "Thank goodness it wasn't him."
Zhan Mohan looked at her drastically changing emotions and couldn't help but find it amusing. "You were so shocked just now, and now you seem relieved."
"Of course. You're my husband. Although I wasn't entirely willing for this to happen under these circumstances, it's still better than being defiled by that fat pig."
She and Zhan Mohan were husband and wife, so such an event was normal. Moreover, Zhan Mohan's physique and appearance were top-notch, something that fatty could never compare to.
Besides, she had weighed the pros and cons. If she had truly been violated by Hu Zhongcai, it would have caused a huge scandal, and the news would definitely have reached Zhan Mohan's ears. What would she have done then?
Rather than reaching a point where both sides would suffer, it was better to cut her losses now. Zhan Mohan wasn't taking advantage of her; he was helping her.
Listening to her words, Zhan Mohan found them surprisingly pleasing. She rarely acknowledged him as her husband, either to him or to others. He had expected to be bombarded with questions this morning, but instead, she was unusually calm.
She even felt fortunate that it was him she had been with. He rarely felt this good. He affectionately ruffled her hair, "Don't think too much about it. I've already sent Fang Xun to deal with Hu Zhongcai."
"How did you deal with him?"
Wei Yumeng faintly recalled Zhan Mohan's ferocious look yesterday, like a devil emerging from hell, exuding a bloodthirsty aura that inspired fear.
She had a bad feeling that Hu Zhongcai's fate might not be pleasant.
Zhan Mohan threw off the covers, his tall, slender body rising from the bed. Wei Yumeng looked up, dumbfounded.
The man's physique was incredible, with perfect golden proportions and not a trace of excess fat, as if sculpted by God. She was mesmerized.
She knew he was handsome, but she hadn't realized his body was equally impressive. It was a pity she had been too out of it yesterday to appreciate such a fine physique.
Zhan Mohan put on his robe and turned around, catching the admiring gaze in Wei Yumeng's eyes.
He flicked her forehead with his fingertip, "Can you stop staring at me like you want to devour me?"
Wei Yumeng averted her gaze awkwardly, realizing her dishevelment. She quickly tried to salvage her image. "I was just glancing. I don't particularly care for your physique. Besides, there are plenty of people with bodies like yours at the gym. If I really wanted to see one, I could just get a membership."
He let out a scoff, how could he not see through her little ploy?
The man pinched her chin, his deep eyes holding a hint of a smile, his handsome face unusually soft. "You have free access at home, but you prefer to pay to see others?"
Wei Yumeng knew he was joking. Perhaps due to their intimacy last night, their conversation was much more casual today.
She smiled, her eyes crinkling, her smile exceptionally bright. "That does make sense."
Zhan Mohan had a morning meeting and was running out of time. "Get ready and come to the company with me." He also had some personal matters to attend to.
Wei Yumeng looked at him with slight surprise, "Are you offering me a ride?" Such a good thing!
"It's fine if you don't want to." He then turned to enter the bathroom. Wei Yumeng quickly called out, "I want to! I want to!"
Before closing the door, a faint smile touched Zhan Mohan's lips.
Wei Yumeng quickly got ready. When Zhan Mohan came out, they went downstairs together. As they neared the last few steps, perhaps due to her exertion, she suddenly stumbled. Zhan Mohan steadied her.
"Are you uncomfortable?" He was referring to a certain area.
Wei Yumeng nodded awkwardly, "A little. Were you too rough last night?" After asking, she felt incredibly embarrassed, but if she didn't ask, how would she know if this pain was caused by that?
Zhan Mohan's expression remained impassive, and he replied with all seriousness, "I thought it was fine."