Zhan Mohan’s gaze instantly turned sharp as he glanced at Fang Xun, "When did you become so talkative?"
Fang Xun’s heart faltered under Zhan Mohan’s stare, and he lowered his head.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Zhan."
"Hurry and go pick her up." Zhan Mohan was losing patience.
Fang Xun stood rooted to the spot, not moving for a long time. Zhan Mohan, sensing something was wrong with Fang Xun, asked him,
"What exactly is going on!"
"I..."
Zhan Mohan growled, "Speak!"
"I… I didn't know what the madam's mysterious plan was that day. She said she had a way to get Deng Xianyi to continue cooperating with the company. I didn't ask."
After Fang Xun finished speaking, he didn't dare to look at Zhan Mohan's expression. He could already feel a chilling aura surrounding him, his back growing cold.
It's over, it's over. Mr. Zhan is angry. Am I going to be out of a job?
A moment later, Zhan Mohan picked up his jacket from the back of the chair. Fang Xun heard the movement and hurriedly asked,
"Where are you going, Mr. Zhan?"
"The hospital." His voice sounded sinister and terrifying.
Seeing Zhan Mohan leave, Fang Xun rushed to follow.
Along the way, Fang Xun was in agony, not daring to even breathe. If only he had told Mr. Zhan earlier. But if he had, there would have been even less of a chance. What if the madam truly had a way to make Deng Xianyi change his mind?
He hadn't seen Mr. Zhan so distressed about this matter in the past few days. He had made many calls to borrow money, but this gaping hole couldn't be filled with a little bit of money.
The only way was for Deng Xianyi to pay the final installment, and then this matter would be completely resolved.
Wei Yumeng felt a slight discomfort in her stomach in the middle of the night. As she was about to get up to go to the bathroom, she opened the door and bumped into Zhan Mohan. The man’s face was grim, and a killing aura spread around him.
She was utterly shocked, "You… how did you get here?"
As soon as Zhan Mohan saw Wei Yumeng, he grabbed her wrist. His eyes were so cold they looked like they could kill, and he questioned her,
"Why are you here? Or have you been here all these days?"
Ever since he hadn't seen her that day, she should have been at the hospital. And this outfit, she had been wearing it since the day he took care of her, proving that she hadn't been home for days.
"I..."
Wei Yumeng, for a moment, truly didn't know how to explain to Zhan Mohan. She also hadn't expected him to find her at the hospital.
The atmosphere dropped to a freezing point.
Wei Yumeng’s palms were sweating, especially with Zhan Mohan’s current appearance, which looked quite unsettling.
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Fang Xun, risking his job, said to Zhan Mohan,
"Mr. Zhan, don't blame Madam. She’s doing it for the company’s good. If we can get Deng Xianyi to agree to continue cooperating with the company, our problems will be solved."
Zhan Mohan suddenly roared in anger, "Has Zhan Mohan already fallen so low that he has to sacrifice his wife to solve the company's problems?"
Wei Yumeng shivered from Zhan Mohan's roar, but his words made her feel that her efforts over the past few days, no matter how much she endured, how many grievances, or verbal insults, were all worth it.
This man was responsible and dependable, but unfortunately, they couldn't be together due to too many factors.
The more Zhan Mohan thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt a fire building in his chest, about to erupt.
He pulled open the hospital room door, preparing to find Deng Xianyi. Fang Xun immediately knew what he was going to do and rushed to stop him.
"Mr. Zhan, Mr. Zhan, calm down. If you provoke Deng Xianyi again at this moment, our company will truly be finished."
Zhan Mohan, engulfed in anger, growled at Fang Xun, "Even if the company goes bankrupt, I want to vent this anger first."
"Zhan Mohan! You can't go. I worked so hard to get Deng Xianyi to agree to renew the contract with the company. If you go to settle scores with him now, all my efforts these past few days will be in vain."
Wei Yumeng went up and hugged Zhan Mohan's waist, not wanting him to go to Deng Xianyi.
Fang Xun pulled Zhan Mohan back inside. Fortunately, his wife was here; otherwise, Mr. Zhan might have truly gone mad.
Wei Yumeng repeatedly persuaded, "You can't go to settle scores with him at this critical juncture. He has already calmed down. He's just waiting to be discharged tomorrow to call your company. Don't say anything too harsh then, and this matter will be resolved."
Zhan Mohan turned around, his hands gripping Wei Yumeng's shoulders, his gaze cold.
"What exactly did he make you do?"
"He… he didn't make me do anything much. He just wanted me to take care of him. Can you stop asking? Let's go back now. After he makes the call tomorrow, you'll have plenty to do."
Wei Yumeng's tone was incredibly soft at this moment. She was being extremely patient, fearing that Zhan Mohan's emotions would flare up again, and he would go looking for trouble with Deng Xianyi.
Then all the grievances she had suffered these past few days would be in vain at this very moment.
"Look me in the eyes and say that again. What exactly did he make you do?" Zhan Mohan's eyes were sharp, as if he could see into her heart through her eyes.
Wei Yumeng couldn't stand Zhan Mohan looking at her like this. Few people could withstand the gaze of this man. Her psychological resilience wasn't that strong.
But she knew clearly that if she told him the truth, he might truly be unable to control his anger and go beat Deng Xianyi up again.
She tried to downplay it, "He just wanted me to be available whenever he called, and sometimes I had to go buy him things he wanted to eat, even if it was far away. It was nothing. He would occasionally say unpleasant things, but I could tolerate it, so it didn't matter."
Zhan Mohan narrowed his eyes. Hearing her words, he felt even more agitated, wishing he could beat Deng Xianyi up again and make him stay in the hospital for a few more days.
Fang Xun could tell that Mr. Zhan was heartbroken for his wife. He just wasn't good at expressing it directly as a man, so he could only vent his feelings in other ways.
"Mr. Zhan, please calm down. Once Deng Xianyi pays us the final installment, and the branch company stabilizes, will we still be afraid of dealing with him? As long as the green hills remain, there will be no lack of firewood."
Wei Yumeng nodded repeatedly, echoing Fang Xun's words.
"Yes, please calm down now. You can settle the score with him later."
Zhan Mohan cast a cold glance at Wei Yumeng, his eyes still filled with anger. Wei Yumeng truly feared that Zhan Mohan would act impulsively. She knew this man always responded to soft persuasion rather than stubborn resistance.
To ensure her efforts were not in vain and to prevent Zhan Group from falling into a nightmare, she braced herself and pleaded,
"Husband… please don't go trouble Deng Xianyi anymore. You can settle the score with him slowly later. There's no rush. Once the company's matters are settled, we won't have to look at his face anymore, okay?"
Upon hearing Wei Yumeng call him husband, Fang Xun looked at Mr. Zhan's expression. The anger had subsided considerably, and his brows showed signs of relaxation.
He quietly stood behind Mr. Zhan and gave Wei Yumeng a thumbs-up.
This move was brilliant.
Wei Yumeng felt incredibly embarrassed. She wasn't a娇气 (jiao qi - delicate/spoiled) woman, and calling him with that tone of voice took almost all her strength.
If the situation hadn't been so dire, she never would have been able to utter those words.
Mr. Zhan found it… well, intoxicating. That soft voice almost reached his heart.
He lifted her chin with his long fingers, his eyebrows raised mischievously, "Say it again, I want to hear it."