Fang Xun had never realized that President Zhan would exhibit such strong emotions regarding his wife. Wasn't he the one who had treated her so poorly before? Yet now, she was in danger, and he was in a frantic rush.
"I'll go now." As Fang Xun was about to investigate, Zhan Mohan stopped him.
"There isn't much time. We'll do it in the car. Have someone pull up all the surveillance footage except for what's from the hospital. See who exactly abducted her and where they took her."
"Yes, but President Zhan, who will drive?" If he was busy finding and retrieving surveillance footage, who would be in charge of the car?
Zhan Mohan shot him a cold glance. "Am I not a person?"
"For you to drive... that... that doesn't seem right." Fang Xun was overwhelmed with gratitude. To have President Zhan personally drive him, even once in his lifetime, was like reaching the pinnacle of his existence.
"If you had this much time for idle chatter, we would have finished the investigation already." Zhan Mohan's lips were tightly drawn, his facial features exceptionally stern.
Fang Xun sat in the passenger seat, his fingers flying across his laptop as he operated it. Zhan Mohan started the car, his hand skillfully maneuvering the steering wheel. Fang Xun was mesmerized.
It was his first time seeing President Zhan drive, and he was not rusty at all. Even the simple act of turning the steering wheel looked so dashing.
"I've found it. It's at this location."
Zhan Mohan glanced at the address, confirmed it, and with a sharp swerve, turned the car around. Fang Xun felt as though he had almost been flung out of the vehicle.
His face turned ashen, and he clutched the armrest tightly, looking at the composed Zhan Mohan with fear.
If he hadn't reacted so quickly just now, he suspected he might have been sent to his doom.
Wei Yumeng was pinned to the ground by A Bin and Scar Face. Her jacket barely covered her vital areas. A Bin was already rubbing his hands together, looking down at Wei Yumeng with a smile that was akin to that of a demon.
"Soon, you'll get a good taste of what we're like."
Wei Yumeng struggled with all her might. "You beasts, let go of me! If you dare touch me, my husband will kill you."
A Bin roared with laughter. "By the time your husband arrives, he'll likely only see you half-dressed."
Scar Face rubbed his hands together, clearly impatient.
"A Bin, do you want to go first, or should I?"
How could A Bin dare to compete with his boss? Naturally, he deferred to the elder.
"You go, you go. It's only natural that you go first."
Scar Face was very pleased and lunged towards Wei Yumeng. Wei Yumeng screamed in terror and kicked out, intending to strike Scar Face. However, Scar Face, seemingly aware of Wei Yumeng's tactics, directly grabbed her ankle.
His intentions having been discovered by Scar Face, A Bin roared in anger from the side, "This slut still dares to kick you! Boss, just use force on her."
Scar Face unbuckled his belt and tied Wei Yumeng's feet together, gritting his teeth with a fierce intensity.
"You slut, you're asking for death!"
Scar Face prepared to forcefully proceed when the door was suddenly kicked open.
"Who!"
A Bin looked towards the doorway in panic.
Zhan Mohan and Fang Xun beheld the squalid scene. Fang Xun's mind could only process two words: It's over!
The man beside them emanated a chilling aura, his scarlet eyes striking fear into the guard, who stumbled back a couple of steps.
Scar Face and A Bin hastily pulled up their pants and stepped forward. A Bin, in a display of bravado, pointed at Zhan Mohan and Fang Xun.
"Are you two tired of living, daring to come and disrupt our good time? You... Ah!"
Before A Bin could finish speaking, Zhan Mohan grabbed his arm and executed a perfect suplex. A Bin cried out in pain as he landed on the ground.
Seeing this, Scar Face clenched his fist and charged at Zhan Mohan. Zhan Mohan's eyes narrowed, and he firmly grasped Scar Face's fist, pulling him forward and delivering a swift kick to his vulnerable spot.
Scar Face's face contorted in pain, and he rolled on the ground, veins bulging on his forehead.
The guard, utterly terrified by this display, fled in haste. This man was truly formidable, his every move ruthless and decisive.
Zhan Mohan strode forward, removed his jacket, and draped it over Wei Yumeng before lifting her into his arms.
"Are you injured anywhere?"
The grievances Wei Yumeng had been holding onto erupted as soon as she saw Zhan Mohan. All the unpleasantness vanished in that moment.
Tears streamed down her face, and she angrily pointed at Scar Face and A Bin on the ground, accusing them.
"One of them hit my face, and the other kicked my stomach."
Fang Xun's heart sank. These two were finished. How dare they lay a hand on President Zhan's wife.
Zhan Mohan held Wei Yumeng, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked. His eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty rage.
"Fang Xun, beat these two within an inch of their lives. Ten times over. Just don't kill them. After that, call the police and have them prosecuted."
The man's voice was sharp and commanding, an icy malevolence emanating from him that sent shivers down one's spine.
Upon hearing the word "police," Scar Face and A Bin, forgetting their pain, crawled towards Zhan Mohan's feet, their bodies trembling. One of them clutched his trouser leg, begging.
"Please, don't take us to the police station. You can beat us, but please."
"Yes, we have elderly parents and young children. We beg you, Mr. Zhan."
Zhan Mohan looked at them as if he could kill, his voice as cold as ice.
"You still remember she's my wife, Zhan Mohan's wife. Since you dared to touch her, you must bear the consequences."
With that, he flung the two men aside and strode out.
Fang Xun closed the door. Wei Yumeng, already in the car, could still hear the screams from inside, drifting through the windows.
He placed her in the back seat and then returned to the driver's seat.
"Let's go to the hospital to check if you're injured elsewhere."
"No need. Please just take me home." In her current state, she didn't want to go to the hospital.
Zhan Mohan didn't insist. He turned the car in another direction.
Upon arrival, Wei Yumeng realized through the car window that they were not at the Zhan residence but at an apartment building.
She looked questioningly at Zhan Mohan, who was leaning down to unbuckle his seatbelt.
"Why have you brought me here?"
Zhan Mohan's expression remained stern, but his embrace was gentle.
"Do you want to go back now and let Wen Yulan gloat, or have those servants create more gossip?"
Wei Yumeng finally understood why he had brought her here.
"Thank you."
Zhan Mohan carried her inside and placed her on the sofa. He then made a call to Jing Yan, his voice clear and cold.
"Come to Yuyuan."
"Now? Brother, you're putting me in a difficult position. I just arrived at the hospital."
"Do you have surgery this afternoon?"
"No."
"Then stop wasting my time and get over here quickly." His tone was irrefutable.
All that was left for Jing Yan was the cold dial tone.
Wei Yumeng didn't want to trouble Zhan Mohan. She curled up, her face pale.
"You don't need to call a doctor. I'm fine."
Zhan Mohan picked up a bottle of mineral water, opened it, took a sip, and glanced at her indifferently.
"This isn't for you. I just don't want to go back and be interrogated by Grandpa and Wen Yulan."
Given Wen Yulan's sharp eyes, Wei Yumeng's swollen face would surely be discovered once they returned that evening.
Wei Yumeng seemed a little dejected, her gaze cast downwards.
"Yes, I'm sorry for troubling you."
Zhan Mohan remained silent. He went to the kitchen, boiled some water, and mixed it with mineral water, pouring it into a cup. He walked over and handed it to her.
"You must have been shouting so much your throat is sore."
Wei Yumeng gave a bitter smile. "If shouting helped, I wouldn't be in this state."
She could barely imagine what her situation would be like if Zhan Mohan had arrived just two minutes later.
As if remembering something, Zhan Mohan walked to Wei Yumeng's side and reached out to lift the jacket covering her. Wei Yumeng instinctively clutched her chest protectively, speaking nervously.
"What are you doing?"
She was already barely clothed underneath.
Despite her protests, he maintained his usual stern expression and forcibly lifted her jacket. A cold gust of wind entered, making Wei Yumeng shiver.
The next second, Zhan Mohan did something astonishing...