Wei Yumeng was a bit baffled by what was said, and even more so by why Zhan Mohan was so angry seeing her apply medicine. Wouldn't it be better if she didn't bother him?
Zhan Mohan took the medicine, and this time he generously lifted her quilt with his other hand. Wei Yumeng shivered from the cold.
"It's... a bit cold."
He threw the quilt onto her: "Cover yourself up first."
Wei Yumeng cautiously tugged at the quilt and covered herself, only her ankles exposed.
Zhan Mohan applied medicine to her swollen ankle. The ointment was cool and didn't hurt as much.
Wei Yumeng couldn't see, so she could only watch Zhan Mohan. He was slightly bent over, her foot resting on his leg. From this angle, she could see his Adam's apple sliding, forming an attractive line.
He probably noticed Wei Yumeng's gaze and looked up subconsciously. Their eyes met. His eyes were deep, slightly narrowed, and he was staring at her brazenly.
Then, he stood up straight, his gaze fixed, showing no intention of holding back.
"Take off the bath towel."
Wei Yumeng had already been naked in front of him earlier, and she definitely couldn't accept being like that again.
Her cheeks flushed, and her voice was cautious.
"I'll do it myself."
She only had some bruises on her abdomen; she could apply medicine herself.
Zhan Mohan didn't insist and handed the ointment back to her.
Wei Yumeng took it and was about to remove the bath towel when she realized the man was sitting on the edge of the bed, motionless, with no intention of leaving.
Her movements paused: "Aren't you leaving?"
The man rested his hands behind him, crossed his long legs, and coughed lightly.
"This is my room. Why should I leave?"
After speaking, he turned and leaned closer to Wei Yumeng, placing his hands on either side of her. The indoor light was cold and white, falling on Zhan Mohan's face, his features clear and distinct. His eyes were lowered, with long, thick eyelashes that made his ink-black eyes appear even deeper, filled with a subtle light.
Wei Yumeng blinked nervously: "Then I'll go out."
As she said that, she was about to bend down and move to the side. Zhan Mohan followed her, blocking her path. Wei Yumeng couldn't tell what he was going to do.
Her heart pounded like a drum. She furrowed her brow, looking as if she was about to cry.
"What exactly do you want?"
"I'll apply it for you." Zhan Mohan stared at her, a faint light in his eyes.
Wei Yumeng saw the dominance in his gaze and knew that if she didn't agree, he wouldn't stop today.
She blinked: "Then I'll trouble you."
Zhan Mohan watched as Wei Yumeng untied the bath towel, then pushed it up slightly, covering the exposed parts with the quilt. He saw her guarding herself like a thief and raised his eyebrows slightly, a cold, low laugh escaping him.
"If it weren't for the marriage certificate still being kept at home, I would have almost forgotten we were married."
Wei Yumeng knew he thought her actions were overly delicate. Everything that should have happened had happened, yet she still acted like someone inexperienced.
In reality, she was just afraid that if she was too revealing, he would say something unpleasant again.
She thought she had become hardened by life's trials, but with just one word from him, her emotions could be stirred, making her feel miserable all day.
Wei Yumeng tilted her head up, deliberately avoiding looking at Zhan Mohan's expression, but she could feel his warm fingertips, coated with cool ointment, moving around her bruises. She had prepared herself for pain, but to her surprise, there was none. Instead, it felt quite comfortable.
However, the atmosphere in the room was inexplicably oppressive. Perhaps it was his powerful aura that made her feel awkward, and she wanted to find some topic to ease the tension.
"How did you find me?"
Zhan Mohan's fingertips paused slightly, then continued to carefully apply medicine to her bruises.
"Shi Yi and I returned to the company and heard Ning Tao preparing to record you as absent. Mu Linjing said your mother had an accident."
"Is my mother okay?" Wei Yumeng asked this with a hint of trepidation. Just two days ago, Zhan Mohan had forbidden her from visiting Gu Shuyi, and now he brought it up again. Today, she had even defied his orders and gone to the hospital.
But she didn't regret it. Fortunately, Gu Shuyi was fine. If something had truly happened, she would have accepted whatever Zhan Mohan wanted to do to her. After all, she only had this one mother.
Zhan Mohan lazily lifted his eyelids: "As long as you don't act out, your mother will be fine."
Wei Yumeng, unconvinced, argued with him: "When did I act out?"
"Don't move." Zhan Mohan saw that she was about to jump off the bed and pressed her stomach with his large hand, pushing her back down.
Seeing him so serious about applying medicine, she stopped arguing. After finishing, Zhan Mohan got up and placed the medicine on the bedside table.
"When you go back, go straight into your room. Don't let Grandpa and Wen Yulan bump into you."
"Okay." Wei Yumeng didn't want to escalate the situation. Wen Yulan was busy lately and didn't have time to deal with her, so she couldn't give her an opportunity.
The doorbell rang. Zhan Mohan guessed it was Fang Xun.
"Lie down and rest. We'll leave in half an hour."
Wei Yumeng clutched the quilt tightly, only her head peeking out, her tone pleading.
"Can I trouble you to bring my clothes up later?"
"En." Zhan Mohan's response was still cool and indifferent.
After he closed the door and left, Wei Yumeng let out a long sigh of relief. It was fortunate that Zhan Mohan hadn't scolded her.
Recalling the rare gentleness he had shown while applying medicine earlier, her heart was inevitably touched. If they didn't have these issues between them, even if they couldn't be a loving couple, they could at least be friends.
Her days at the Wei family would have been much easier. Unfortunately, everything was destined.
Zhan Mohan went downstairs and opened the door. Fang Xun was holding a garment bag and had changed his clothes, as some of the earlier blood had splattered on him.
"These are clothes for Madam. According to the size you gave, it's a set."
This meant even undergarments were bought.
Zhan Mohan took the bag: "Did you find out who did it?"
Mentioning this, Fang Xun looked troubled, hesitating and reluctant to speak.
Zhan Mohan's eyes darkened, and his voice was stern.
"Just say it when I tell you to!"
"It... it was Miss Feng."
Fang Xun lowered his head, not daring to look at President Zhan's expression.
He had initially thought it was someone from the Wei family, which would have been easy to handle. But now that this matter involved Miss Feng, it was very tricky.
Although Miss Feng was not related to President Zhan by blood, she had grown up with him like siblings. It was truly difficult to deal with both sides.
If it had been someone from the Wei family, given President Zhan's personality, he would have made them pay a heavy price.
Fang Xun knew President Zhan's dilemma regarding this matter and quickly offered him a way out.
"President Zhan, perhaps Miss Feng was just playing a joke on Madam. Girls, you know, seeing their older brother suddenly get married, might not be able to handle it psychologically. It's understandable."
"I will handle this with her privately," Zhan Mohan said, carrying the garment bag upstairs.
Fang Xun was very curious how President Zhan would handle this.
Wei Yumeng found it inconvenient to change clothes, and it was Zhan Mohan who helped her. She felt like he had taken advantage of her all day.
On the way back, she suddenly asked Fang Xun, who was driving ahead.
"Fang Xun, did you find out who was plotting behind this?"
Fang Xun instinctively looked at Zhan Mohan in the rearview mirror. He was leaning back with his eyes closed, showing no signal to Fang Xun. He could only evade the question.
"Those... those few people haven't confessed yet. The police station said they would notify us when they get information."
Wei Yumeng didn't suspect anything; she had asked casually.
"You've worked hard."
Fang Xun smiled sheepishly: "It's not hard work. The important thing is that Madam was wronged today. Madam, don't worry, I've already taught those people a good lesson for you."
Wei Yumeng's mood finally eased a little, and she smiled faintly.
"Thank you, Fang Xun."
Zhan Mohan lightly coughed with a fist held to his side, his brow furrowed.
Fang Xun quickly said: "If Madam wants to thank someone, thank President Zhan. Without President Zhan's orders, I wouldn't have dared to act."
Wei Yumeng was also a discerning person. Zhan Mohan forcing her was one thing, and him helping her was another.
She still sincerely said to him: "Thank you, Mr. Zhan."
His expression, however, did not improve. Instead, it became even uglier. She could speak so casually with Fang Xun, calling him by his full name, yet with herself, it was "Mr. Zhan."
Wei Yumeng received no response and, knowing his stoic nature, didn't dwell on it. Just as she was about to look away, the man suddenly leaned towards her.
Startled, Wei Yumeng looked at the handsome face suddenly looming before her and asked in a trembling voice.
"Wh-what's wrong?"