Mu Linjing could only exchange an awkward glance with Wei Yumeng and retreat. There was no way around it; since President Zhan had said so, if she stayed any longer, the man might just physically drag her out.
After Mu Linjing left, Wei Yumeng lay on the bed as Zhan Mohan approached with antiseptic and cotton swabs.
"Take off your clothes first, let me see where you're injured."
Wei Yumeng's eyes widened. "Take… why don't you go out, and I'll ask Linjing to come in and help me."
"Hurry up, don't dawdle."
Zhan Mohan frowned, a hint of impatience flashing in his deep eyes.
Wei Yumeng, fearing he might forcibly undress her, slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Fortunately, she wasn't very far along in her pregnancy yet, so it shouldn't be too obvious. At most, people would think she had gained some weight recently. She had weighed herself not long ago and hadn't gained much.
She was left with only a white camisole. She slightly lifted it, revealing her fair waist. Zhan Mohan saw that her waist and back were both bruised.
Not to mention her shoulders and back, he couldn't help but frown, a surge of anger welling up in his eyes. Wei Yumeng's injuries were far more numerous and severe than she had realized.
Wei Yumeng, with her back to Zhan Mohan, heard no movement for a long time. She tremblingly asked,
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing. Wait for me for two minutes, I need to make a call."
"You… what are you calling about at this time?" Wei Yumeng's voice trailed off.
Zhan Mohan walked onto the balcony and called Fang Xun.
"President Zhan."
"Is it done?" the man's voice sounded displeased.
"Yes, it's done. The person is incapacitated here, we'll likely have to send him to the hospital later."
"On your way to the hospital, leak all of his recent actions to the media."
Fang Xun shivered at this. "President Zhan, if you do that, won't the Deng family retaliate?"
If this were exposed directly, Deng Xianyi's life would truly be ruined, and it would affect the entire Deng family. Those malicious acts of Deng Xianyi were known within the circle, but everyone chose to remain silent to avoid offending the Deng family.
After all, they might need to cooperate with them in the future. If their relationship was ruined like this, they feared the Deng family wouldn't provide them with a foothold.
But now, President Zhan was going to be the one to stick his neck out, and the trouble would surely fall on him.
Fang Xun could roughly guess why President Zhan was so angry; it was still because of Wei Yumeng.
Zhan Mohan scoffed arrogantly, "Am I afraid of his Deng family?"
"Alright, I'll go do it now."
Fang Xun sighed helplessly and looked sympathetically at the already dying Deng Xianyi. There was no helping it; who told him to provoke the person President Zhan held dear to his heart.
Zhan Mohan hung up the phone and returned to the room. Wei Yumeng had already picked up the swabs and disinfectant to treat her wounds herself. Her movements were clumsy, as she couldn't reach many places. Moreover, the disinfectant stung the wounds, causing her to tremble with pain.
He walked over and took the disinfectant from her hand.
"I'll do it."
Wei Yumeng looked up, seeing his expression was still grim, extremely somber.
"I've mostly finished treating it. I can't reach my back, so I can't do anything about that."
"Yes, I'll handle it. Just don't move."
Although Zhan Mohan's expression was grim, his voice was relatively calm. Wei Yumeng didn't know who he had called just now, and she didn't dare to ask.
She was afraid he was asking Fang Xun to investigate her pregnancy. She had thought about testing Zhan Mohan before, but she had given up.
As Zhan Mohan disinfected her wounds, he also blew on them. Wei Yumeng, who had been finding the stinging unbearable, suddenly felt a wave of warmth pass over her wounds, and the pain lessened somewhat.
However, his touch made her entire body tense.
She awkwardly said to Zhan Mohan, "You don't have to blow on it."
"Do you feel much better than before? At least it doesn't hurt as much?"
"Yes, it's much better."
"Then why can't I blow on it? Wei Yumeng, do we need to be so polite with each other?"
Zhan Mohan didn't understand. They had been married for a long time. Even if they were separated now, she shouldn't be so guarded against him.
Or perhaps, it wasn't him who could put her at ease, but someone else? Was it Xin Ran, or Chu Zi'an?
Wei Yumeng, afraid he would bring up Xin Ran again, conceded.
"Then blow."
The man's somber expression finally softened. "I asked you, who told you to deal with Deng Xianyi?"
"Wu Qing. She told us to take Deng Xianyi to see the model unit and then bring back the contract."
"From now on, if I don't give a direct order, don't go anywhere anyone tells you to, understand?"
"Oh, okay. But… won't others misunderstand that you're giving us special treatment?"
"Don't doubt it. I am giving you special treatment."
The man's words were firm, as this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. It was the same last time.
Wei Yumeng hesitated before asking,
"Deng Xianyi has this perversion, does Wu Qing know?"
"I don't know about that, but it doesn't matter. From now on, you only listen to me." Zhan Mohan couldn't be sure yet whether Wu Qing was targeting Wei Yumeng unilaterally or was being instigated.
Deng Xianyi's perversion was kept quite secret. Most influential figures in the industry were aware of it, let alone a nobody like Wu Qing. She either heard about it, or someone behind her made her do it.
"However, thank you for today."
Zhan Mohan suddenly said, "Think before you thank me. I don't accept verbal thanks."
Wei Yumeng chuckled, "You're really strange. Others are polite when they hear thanks, but you, on the other hand, are greedy."
"What's there to be polite about between us?" Zhan Mohan finished disinfecting her wounds and began applying an anti-inflammatory. This sting was less intense, not as painful as the previous one.
Wei Yumeng felt something cool and soothing against her skin and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Comfortable?"
"Comfortable, it doesn't hurt as much as before."
A low, husky chuckle escaped the man's throat. Wei Yumeng froze for a moment, a blush creeping onto her pale cheeks. This conversation seemed to have taken a strange turn.
She craned her neck and said to him, "Zhan Mohan, can you be serious? You're still in the mood to joke at a time like this."
"What joke? I was just asking if it hurt. What were you thinking about?"
"You this…"
Wei Yumeng suddenly felt as if she had fallen into a trap he had set for her.
"If your mind didn't have that thought, you wouldn't have understood it that way. Tell me honestly, have you missed me?"
Zhan Mohan leaned forward slightly, his warm lips brushing against her earlobe. Wei Yumeng's body stiffened instantly.
The man's breath was clear and distinct in her ear. Every inch of her senses and touch could feel his closeness.
Not receiving a response, the man didn't give up. Instead, he urged her on.
"I'm asking you, have you missed me, hmm?"