"What do you think I should do, Mother? You know very well," the man's voice was ice-cold, echoing in the empty and desolate living room.
Wen Yulan immediately wilted. She rushed forward, "Ah Han, you can't treat your brother like this. He's your brother after all. Wei Yumeng is just a woman who betrayed you. How can she compare to your brother?"
"I don't want to lay a hand on Yichen, but Mother, the conditions we agreed on before were clear. If you didn't trouble Wei Yumeng and we lived in peace, I would help Yichen get a position in the company. Now you've personally killed his future. You can't blame me."
Wen Yulan looked at Zhan Mohan in panic. She could see his tightly furrowed brow, his eyes as dark as a deep pool, and his thin lips pressed into a straight line.
At that moment, a sound came from upstairs. Fang Xun instinctively looked up.
"Mr. Zhan, it's Madam..."
Zhan Mohan, his face grim, walked towards the stairs. He knocked on the door, calling out with concern.
"Wei Yumeng, Wei Yumeng..."
There was no response from inside.
A murderous aura flashed in the man's eyes. He turned and roared at Wen Yulan, who had followed him up.
"Open the door!"
Wen Yulan was also panicking now. If something really happened to Wei Yumeng, with Zhan Mohan's temperament, he would tear them apart.
She hurriedly said to Aunt Li, "Aunt Li, hurry and open the door."
Aunt Li then took out her key and went to open the door. Before the door could even be opened, she saw the murderous look in Zhan Mohan's eyes and was startled. She sped up.
The door opened, and Zhan Mohan rushed in. He saw Wei Yumeng lying on the floor. He went forward and held her in his arms, patting her cheek.
"Wei Yumeng, wake up."
There was no reaction from the person in his arms. He quickly picked her up and walked out.
Wen Yulan exchanged a shocked glance with Feng Shiming.
"We only locked her up for two hours, how could she..."
Zhan Mohan strode out of the Zhan residence and instructed Fang Xun, who was beside him.
"Hurry and get the car."
"Yes," Fang Xun quickly moved ahead.
When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor examined Wei Yumeng's body while Zhan Mohan waited outside.
Fang Xun saw Zhan Mohan's brows furrowed, his handsome face shrouded in a layer of frost.
"Mr. Zhan, don't you find it strange? Although Madam and the others didn't act right, they only locked Madam up for about two hours. She shouldn't have fainted, should she?"
Zhan Mohan did find it very strange. She shouldn't have ended up like this after only two hours. When he carried Wei Yumeng out, he clearly saw that her complexion was very bad, she was sweating profusely, her fingertips were ice-cold, and her breathing was weak.
At that moment, the doctor came out. "Who is Wei Yumeng's family member?"
Zhan Mohan stepped forward. "I am her husband."
The doctor frowned and reprimanded, "How do you take care of a pregnant woman? She's pregnant, how could she be so easily frightened? Did she have something like claustrophobia before, or did she have any bad experiences in her childhood that left psychological trauma?"
Zhan Mohan's eyes lit up. When Wei Yumeng first married into the Zhan family, she had been locked in the attic for nights. It was indeed rather gloomy inside, and at night, fear is amplified.
"It's possible she has."
"Then it's not surprising. She's pregnant now, and her emotions are even more sensitive than before. So, try to keep her away from things that scare her in the future to avoid safety issues."
"Understood, Doctor." Zhan Mohan's guess was indeed correct. Zhan Mohan's reaction was because she had been locked up there before, and with her pregnancy now, she would be even more sensitive to that place.
"I'll prescribe some prenatal medication for her. Take it back and have her take it. Pay attention to her emotions recently. Other than that, there's nothing else. Rest well when you get back."
Zhan Mohan turned to Fang Xun and said, "Go pay the bill and get the medicine. I'll help her back to the car first."
"Okay, Mr. Zhan." Fang Xun immediately went to do it.
When Wei Yumeng came out, her complexion hadn't fully recovered, but she was conscious.
She walked up to Zhan Mohan. He asked her.
"Are you still feeling unwell anywhere?"
"No, just a bit dizzy."
Zhan Mohan frowned, his eyes filled with a hint of anger.
"Didn't Fang Xun tell you not to confront Wen Yulan?"
Wei Yumeng took a deep breath. "She went too far."
If it were just simple sarcasm and mockery, she wouldn't have taken such a big risk to confront Wen Yulan.
But she actually insulted the child in her womb, calling it a bastard. What mother could accept her unborn child being called a bastard?
Even if Wen Yulan wanted to fight her to the death, she would see it through.
"She went too far, and you couldn't wait for me to come back to deal with it? Arguing with Wen Yulan will never lead to any good for you."
Wei Yumeng was locked up for so long, and fortunately, the child was fine. Otherwise, she would have truly fought Wen Yulan to the death.
But Zhan Mohan's words at this moment sounded like he was blaming her, and she felt a bit wronged. It was like a firecracker being lit, exploding instantly. She said angrily.
"Then what should I do? Should I just tolerate it and let her insult me and my unborn child? If you want me to swallow my pride, then I'd rather not come back. I'd rather stay in that little house than live in any golden mansion."
"Do you have the ability to do that? Can you contend with her?"
"Can't I be like a moth flying into a flame?" Wei Yumeng was stubborn at this moment. Her child was her bottom line. No one could cross that line.
She could concede on other matters, but if anyone dared to say anything negative about her child, she would fight back fiercely.
Zhan Mohan heard her desperate words, and his face instantly turned cold, the ferocity in his eyes undisguised.
"Wei Yumeng, since you keep saying it's for the sake of your unborn child, then please have the demeanor of a mother, instead of acting without thinking and confronting others head-on. This way, you will not only harm yourself but also kill an innocent life!"
He rubbed his forehead in frustration. This woman was too sensitive. Until now, she still didn't believe that he could protect her.
While he was angry, he also felt heartache. Wei Yumeng's current state indicated a lack of security, and it was he who had not provided her with enough.
Wei Yumeng, startled by Zhan Mohan's roar, whether it was his anger or his voice, the reckless spirit she had moments ago instantly vanished, like a deflated ball.
The people coming and going looked at them with strange eyes.
Zhan Mohan covered his mouth and coughed lightly. "Let's go back first."
This time, Wei Yumeng was obedient, letting Zhan Mohan support her as they walked out.
After getting into the car, Zhan Mohan watched her remain silent, fiddling with the watch on her wrist.
"Still haven't figured it out?"
Wei Yumeng turned her head, looking helpless.
"Then how do you think I should act?"
"Ignore her," Zhan Mohan said only three short words.
Sometimes, one could deflect. If one couldn't confront directly, one could also evade.
He would naturally resolve it after he returned.
Wei Yumeng sneered. "Zhan Mohan, if Wen Yulan touches your bottom line, would you fight her to the death, or would you survive in the cracks?"
Zhan Mohan had never expected to be stumped by Wei Yumeng.
Yet, he replied calmly, "I wouldn't."
He would find a way to resolve it immediately.
Wei Yumeng pursed her lips and smiled. "That's right. If you can't do it yourself, why do you expect me to?"
Everyone had their own way of dealing with things. Today, it was because Wen Yulan had truly angered her, and coupled with the earlier incident with the child, it had completely erupted the pent-up emotions within her today.
But she didn't regret confronting Wen Yulan head-on. Never.
Zhan Mohan pondered for a moment, then suddenly chuckled. "Don't people say that pregnant women get dumber?"
Why did he feel that this woman, who seemed foolish, was becoming more charming and had more of her own ideas, completely different from the timid woman she was before?
Wei Yumeng could hear the teasing in Zhan Mohan's words and also laughed. The tense atmosphere from before gradually eased.
Zhan Mohan leaned closer, reaching out to lift her chin. "But I have to remind you, when we get back, you might be facing a storm of blood and fire. You need to be prepared."
Wei Yumeng nodded, then asked, "Then what do I need to do?"
Zhan Mohan paused, his eyes filled with seriousness.
"You just need to stand behind me. I'll handle everything else."