Deng Xianyi hadn't expected Zhan Mohan to be so ruthless. He was immediately enraged and pointed at Zhan Mohan, roaring.
"Mr. Zhan, my father won't let you off if he knows you treated me like this. Besides, is a woman worth all this trouble? I have plenty of women like her. If you like them, I can send a few over for you to play with any day."
Fang Xun rubbed his forehead helplessly at the side. This Deng Xianyi was really asking for it, completely pushing Mr. Zhan's limits.
If he didn't die here today, he'd have a lucky escape. Mr. Zhan was so protective of his own people, and someone he cherished so much was being belittled by a scum like Deng Xianyi.
Fang Xun kindly advised Deng Xianyi, "Mr. Deng, I suggest you shut your mouth immediately. Mr. Zhan might spare your life."
Deng Xianyi scoffed dismissively. "I don't believe Mr. Zhan, a man focused entirely on his career, would truly mind such a trivial matter with me?"
Zhan Mohan twisted his neck, a wicked and cruel smile curling at the corner of his lips.
"You overestimate me. She's not just any woman; she's my wife, Zhan Mohan's wife. If you bully her, you're slapping me, Zhan Mohan, in the face. Do you think I'll let you do that?"
Deng Xianyi's face contorted with terror upon hearing this.
"You... what do you want? Zhan Mohan, I'm warning you, if you dare do anything to me, my father won't let you off."
Zhan Mohan sneered. "You touched my woman, and I haven't gone to your father yet, which is giving you face. If your old man knew about your perverted tastes, I'd be curious to see if your family's fortune would still be left to you."
He remembered clearly that the Deng family had more than one son. There was a half-brother competing with him for the family fortune.
If this particular preference of his were to get out now, it would ruin him for half a lifetime.
Deng Xianyi immediately lost his confidence. He had never expected Zhan Mohan to know his situation so well.
Outside, Mu Linjing hurried to check on Wei Yumeng.
"Yumeng, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
Wei Yumeng's face was pale, and she had several places on her body that were bruised and bleeding, a horrifying sight. She lowered her head and weakly shook it.
"I'm fine."
Fortunately, Deng Xianyi hadn't hit her stomach. It should be alright.
Mu Linjing couldn't believe that Deng Xianyi, who looked so decent, would do something so inhuman, not even sparing a woman. A surge of anger rose within her. She glared at Deng Xianyi and, without hesitation, kicked him.
"You pervert, are you crazy? Did we offend you? If you hate women, go hate someone else! Were you hurt by a woman when you were young and have psychological issues? That's right, someone like you, who wouldn't hurt you? If you're unhappy, just go die, don't live to get revenge on society, you scum! You're wasting air by being alive!"
Fang Xun couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Mu Linjing scold Deng Xianyi thoroughly without even taking a breath.
"Usually, this young lady seems so demure, she hardly speaks loudly to anyone. Today, she actually dared to curse Mr. Deng like this."
Then, Fang Xun looked at Deng Xianyi lying on the ground in pain.
"Mr. Deng, look at how you've angered our company's female employee who usually never curses. It's clear your actions are truly inhuman."
Zhan Mohan found Deng Xianyi an eyesore now, wanting to punch him again with every glance.
He turned his head, his gaze still as cold as ice.
"Fang Xun, you stay. Use the whip Deng Xianyi used to hit Wei Yumeng with, and whip him for an hour without stopping."
Fang Xun shuddered at the order.
"Mr. Zhan, won't this... be too harsh?"
"If it's not harsh, how will he learn his lesson?" After speaking, Zhan Mohan shot a murderous glance at Deng Xianyi on the ground, his voice deepening, "Don't you agree, Mr. Deng!"
Deng Xianyi pressed himself tightly against the wall, suddenly feeling a catastrophe was imminent.
He couldn't help but curse, "Damn it! Zhan Mohan, you're serious, for a woman, you... Ah..."
Before Deng Xianyi could finish, Zhan Mohan kicked him again. The pain made him unable to speak. He clutched his stomach, curled up on the ground, and trembled uncontrollably.
"Let me remind you again, she's not just 'a woman.' She is my wife, Zhan Mohan's wife. From now on, call her Mrs. Zhan!"
With that, the tall man strode to the bedside, took off his jacket, and draped it over Wei Yumeng. He then picked her up.
His expression was serious as he examined her injuries, his eyes filled with heartache, though he didn't show it. He simply said.
"I'll take you to the hospital."
Mu Linjing quickly stepped forward. "Mr. Zhan, Mr. Zhan, maybe we don't need to go to the hospital. The wounds don't look too serious. We can take her back and apply some medicine. It's not a big problem. Yumeng doesn't like going to the hospital."
Because if they went to the hospital, there would be all sorts of examinations, and what if the pretense was revealed?
Wei Yumeng coughed lightly. "No need. I'm not seriously injured. I don't like the smell of disinfectant in hospitals."
Zhan Mohan lowered his gaze, his eyes sharp and penetrating.
"You don't like the smell of disinfectant, or are you afraid I'll find something out, Wei Yumeng? Don't think I don't know what tricks you're playing. Mu Linjing's boyfriend is limited to holding hands with her. Don't tell me holding hands can get you pregnant."
Mu Linjing listened, feeling incredibly awkward. She scratched her head, not knowing what to say. If Mr. Zhan said that, he must have investigated.
Wei Yumeng was even more flustered, especially now that they were so close. He had brought it up so suddenly, her mind went blank, and she couldn't think of anything.
Seeing her pale face and listless demeanor, Zhan Mohan didn't press her for an answer.
"Even if you don't want to go to the hospital, we still need to go to the pharmacy to buy some anti-inflammatory medicine. I'll stay and take care of you tonight."
Wei Yumeng quickly waved her hands in refusal.
"No, I can take care of myself with these minor injuries."
"I'm telling you, not discussing it with you. You have no room to refuse."
The man's voice sounded calm but held a hint of ferocity.
Wei Yumeng dared not say another word. She was afraid that if she refused again, Zhan Mohan would truly send her to the hospital.
When they went outside, Zhan Mohan asked Mu Linjing, "Can you drive?"
Mu Linjing nodded nervously, "Yes."
The man took the key out of his pocket and threw it to Mu Linjing. "You drive."
Wei Yumeng looked nervous and said urgently.
"No, Linjing's driving isn't very good. Let her sit in the back and keep me company."
Zhan Mohan lowered his gaze, his brow furrowed into a frown, his tone displeased.
"You don't want your husband to accompany you, you want a friend?"
"We're already divorced."
"We've only signed the divorce agreement. Do you want me to show you the marriage certificate again?"