Wei Yumeng and Xin Ran turned around, only to see Zhan Mohan standing not far away, with Fang Xun behind him. Although the sun was shining today, the man was surrounded by a chilling aura.
Xin Ran walked forward, meeting Zhan Mohan's gaze without fear, his eyes full of anger.
"Why are you treating Yumeng like this? No matter what, she's your wife. You've imprisoned her freedom and now you're constantly watching her. Are you trying to drive her to her death?"
Wei Yumeng was afraid the two of them would start arguing again, especially since Zhan Mohan hadn't been in a good mood these past two days.
She quickly stepped forward and pulled Xin Ran, "Senior, don't argue about my affairs. Please leave."
Xin Ran thought Wei Yumeng was scared. He put his hand on her shoulder, "Yumeng, don't worry. Today, I must get an explanation from him."
Zhan Mohan sneered, his eyes filled with coldness.
"An explanation? In what capacity are you asking me, her legal husband, for an explanation?"
"I..." Xin Ran only then realized that he had no relationship with Wei Yumeng. They weren't siblings, nor relatives, only acquaintances.
"Since you have no relationship with her, what right do you have to interfere in our marital affairs?" Zhan Mohan's words were sharp and precise, leaving Xin Ran speechless. The confidence he had to confront the man earlier was completely gone.
Wei Yumeng frowned, looking distressed. She kept urging Xin Ran,
"Senior, please leave. I can handle my own affairs."
Xin Ran turned back and looked at her with concern, "You handle it? How? Yumeng, you're no match for him."
"She's no match for me, so are you? Don't think I don't know your intentions. It's best not to covet what doesn't belong to you. You can't afford the consequences."
He reached out and pulled Wei Yumeng away from Xin Ran, his handsome face exuding a formidable presence.
Xin Ran didn't know how they left. He didn't know what else he could have argued with Zhan Mohan about, even if he had held onto Wei Yumeng.
He had thought that by reasoning with Zhan Mohan, he might be able to improve Wei Yumeng's situation and reduce her suffering. Now, it seemed he was no match for Zhan Mohan and was completely overwhelmed by him.
He helplessly tugged at his hair, feeling increasingly agitated.
In the office, before Wei Yumeng could even steady herself, Zhan Mohan threw her onto the sofa. The man was filled with aggression. He took off his coat, and his tall frame pressed down on her. Wei Yumeng was trapped, unable to escape. Above her, a pair of ruthless eyes loomed.
His warm fingers gripped her jaw, forcing Wei Yumeng to look at him. Flames burned in her eyes, and her voice was tight.
"He was just worried about me, so..."
"So, you two should be lingering at the company entrance, being ambiguous?"
"I didn't, Zhan Mohan, I haven't done anything to betray you."
"Wanting to escape from me with him, isn't that enough?" His fingers suddenly moved from her jaw to her collar. He gently pulled it open, revealing a mark from last night under her fair skin. He smiled sinisterly, "I don't even know if you two have been intimate before, how dare you righteously claim you haven't done anything to betray me."
Wei Yumeng felt an icy chill creep into her collar, making her tremble uncontrollably, her face drained of color.
After what happened last night and this morning, she no longer dared to provoke this man who could erupt in anger at any moment.
Now that she couldn't see Gu Shuyi anymore, if Zhan Mohan threatened to send her away again, she would truly break down.
As long as she didn't anger him, she still had a chance to reunite with Gu Shuyi. For now, she could only hold onto that hope.
Wei Yumeng bit her lip tightly, her voice trembling slightly.
"I can swear that nothing happened with Xin Ran. Please let me go, okay?"
"You seem to have forgotten what I said, Wei Yumeng. You always disregard my words. Tell me, how should I punish you?"
His fingertips brushed against her shirt buttons. With a gentle flick, a button came undone. Wei Yumeng hastily tried to cover herself, but he swiftly grabbed her wrist. She was held above him in a humiliating posture, as if she were being completely exposed and seen naked by him.
She could roughly guess what Zhan Mohan intended to do. Her struggles were futile, so she could only plead with him.
"I will never meet him again. Please let me go. Someone could walk in at any time, and if they see this, your reputation will also be affected."
Zhan Mohan had only intended to scare her, but seeing her fear him so much intensified his rage.
She had been like a pitiable lamb in front of Xin Ran just now, so why was she so afraid of him?
The anger in his chest seemed about to explode. His dark eyes were clouded as if covered by a layer of mist.
"I'm tired of hearing your words."
With that, Wei Yumeng heard the sound of buttons falling to the floor. Tears welled up in her eyes like a broken string of pearls, and she curled into a fetal position, sobbing.
"Zhan Mohan, let me go! I'd rather die than be with you again!"
Zhan Mohan suddenly laughed, but the smile was chillingly cold.
"But I insist on leaving my mark on you."
So you clearly remember that you, Wei Yumeng, are my wife, Zhan Mohan's. No one will ever take you away.
Just as he was about to act, Feng Shiyin knocked on the door from outside.
"Mohan Gege, are you inside? The project manager for Huashuiwan has arrived."
Hearing Feng Shiyin's voice, Wei Yumeng felt like she had seen a lifeline. She stiffened her neck to shout out, but Zhan Mohan covered her mouth.
"If you want her to walk in and see you in this pathetic state, then shout."
After saying this, he clearly felt the woman's struggling lessen.
He swept his clear gaze over her tear-streaked face. Instead of feeling triumphant, he felt even more stifled. He stood up decisively, put on his clothes, and said to Feng Shiyin at the door.
"Have them wait in the conference room. I'll be there immediately."
Zhan Mohan finished dressing and turned back to look at Wei Yumeng. She was left wearing only her undergarments. Her shirt was no longer wearable, especially with the tearful expression on her face. He felt a surge of guilt.
His voice was as indifferent as ever, but with less of the previous aggression.
"Fang Xun will bring you some clothes later."
"No need!" Wei Yumeng replied coldly.
A flicker of surprise flashed in Zhan Mohan's eyes. He turned around and saw her picking up the clothes from the floor and putting them on, tying the hem of her shirt into a knot.
As she brushed past him, Zhan Mohan's heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle, a sharp, throbbing pain.
He frowned and stepped forward, trying to grab her wrist. Just as his fingers were a few centimeters away, she shook him off.
Zhan Mohan stood frozen, his gaze complex.
Wei Yumeng pulled open the door and ran into Feng Shiyin, who hadn't left yet. Feng Shiyin's pupils contracted upon seeing Wei Yumeng's disheveled state, clearly guessing what had just happened inside.
Her expression was very unpleasant, with a hint of jealousy showing.
"Wei Yumeng, it's working hours, not your..."
Before Feng Shiyin could finish speaking, Wei Yumeng had already walked past her. A surge of anger welled up in Feng Shiyin's heart, and she pushed the door open.
"Mohan Gege, no matter how much you like her, you can't in the office..."
"Notify the relevant departments to have the Huashuiwan people meet in the conference room when they arrive."
Her words were interrupted by the man's cold retort. He walked over with a chilling aura. Seeing how indifferent he was towards her, Feng Shiyin became even more furious.
It was all that damned Wei Yumeng's fault. If it weren't for her, Mohan Gege wouldn't even bother to look at her.
She had to find a way to separate them.
Wei Yumeng returned to her office. Even though she had tidied herself up a little, the female colleagues in the office were gossips who would pry into every detail, starting from a single strand of your hair.
As soon as she sat down, her colleagues started gathering around and gossiping.
"What's going on here?"