As they were about to get down to business, Zhan Mohan's phone suddenly rang. Wei Yumeng seemed to be pulled back to her senses and reminded him awkwardly.
"Your... your phone is ringing."
"Leave it," Zhan Mohan leaned down and kissed her again.
But the phone was persistent. It stopped for a moment, then rang again, completely ruining their mood. Their rhythm was broken, and it was hard to get back into it.
Wei Yumeng pushed him away, her cheeks flushed red.
"You... you should take the call first, maybe they need you."
Zhan Mohan's eyes darkened, a displeased look on his handsome face. The caller had better have something truly important to say, or they were finished.
He stood up, walked to the balcony, slid the answer button, and his voice was somber, chilling to the bone.
"You better have a hell of a reason."
Fang Xun listened to Zhan's clearly displeased voice and was a bit puzzled. Had Zhan gone mad?
"Uh, President Zhan, something has indeed happened. Since Deng Xianyi was hospitalized, we exposed his private life to the media. Then his grandfather saw it and called Deng Xianyi. Deng Xianyi spilled everything. Now his grandfather has stopped all projects the Deng Group was cooperating with our company on."
Such a situation was within Zhan Mohan's expectations. The man didn't even lift an eyelid and replied indifferently.
"So what if they stopped? Our company isn't just cooperating with the Deng family on one project."
"There are others, but our company's funds are currently invested in our overseas branches. There's a newly signed project that requires the remaining payment from Deng Group before it can proceed. Otherwise, our subsequent funding might not be enough."
Once the funding faltered, the project couldn't proceed. Not only would they face substantial compensation, but it would also affect other projects, leading to a complete monopoly. The consequences were unimaginable.
It was like one move affecting the whole game.
This time, they had truly caused trouble. They thought Deng Xianyi would never dare to tell his grandfather, but Deng Xianyi had escalated it so much. It was his own poor conduct, and it was already generous that they hadn't demanded an explanation from the Deng family. Instead, they were being held responsible.
However, now was not the time to dwell on these things. The main problem was how to resolve this. If the matter reached Elder Zhan, and he learned that Young Master Zhan had offended such a major client for Wei Yumeng, he would surely face repercussions.
Zhan Mohan frowned, his expression grim. After a moment of thought, he spoke, "I'll send you the address. Come pick me up."
"Okay."
After hanging up, Zhan Mohan put away his phone and returned to the room. Wei Yumeng noticed his expression wasn't good.
"What's wrong? Is something happening?"
She rarely saw such an expression on Zhan Mohan's face, as if something had occurred.
"There's a document at the company that requires my attention. Fang Xun will be here to pick me up later. You should stay home today and rest well. I'll also request leave for Mu Linjing."
With Mu Linjing at home, it would be convenient if anything was needed.
Wei Yumeng vaguely felt that Zhan Mohan was hiding something from her. "Why don't you tell me? Maybe I can help."
"No need. Just focus on recovering your health."
Zhan Mohan's mood seemed exceptionally pleasant today, a faint smile flickering in the corners of his eyes, making him seem approachable.
Wei Yumeng didn't press further. If Zhan Mohan didn't want to say, anything she said would be futile.
"By the way, you didn't change clothes yesterday. Why don't you take a shower here before you leave?"
She remembered Zhan Mohan was a bit of a neat freak and had to change clothes every day.
"Mm, alright. Then call Fang Xun and ask him to bring me a clean set of clothes."
"Okay." After Zhan Mohan went in, Wei Yumeng handed him a towel and said, "Um, you'll have to make do with mine. I don't have any new towels here."
"It's fine, I don't mind," Zhan Mohan accepted readily. Wei Yumeng then closed the door for him and made a call to Fang Xun.
Fang Xun was quite surprised to receive a call from Wei Yumeng.
"Madam, is there something I can do for you?"
Fang Xun had indeed changed his address. He thought their relationship must have eased up. If not, Zhan would not have let her call him; he would have handled it himself.
Wei Yumeng felt a bit unaccustomed to Fang Xun still calling her that.
"Perhaps you could just call me by my name."
"How can I do that? You are not divorced from President Zhan, so you are still his wife. How can I address you so casually? By the way, Madam, did President Zhan have any instructions for me through your call?"
"Oh, he wants you to bring him a change of clothes."
"I'm already on my way. Shall I buy him a set at the mall?"
Wei Yumeng thought for a moment. "That's fine too."
"Okay, I'll be there shortly."
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. She went to open it, and Fang Xun handed her a bag of clothes.
"Madam, this is for President Zhan."
"Why don't you come in and sit for a while? He's still showering." Wei Yumeng stepped aside to let Fang Xun in and then went to pour him a glass of water.
Fang Xun accepted it with both hands. "Thank you, Madam."
Wei Yumeng sat down, paused for a moment, and asked, "Fang Xun, did President Zhan... encounter any trouble?"
Fang Xun was also troubled by this matter.
"Madam, let me tell you, but please don't expose me to President Zhan."
"Don't worry, I won't say anything."
Wei Yumeng gave her assurance multiple times.
"It's actually because of Deng Xianyi's matter. President Zhan was angry that he beat you like that, so he exposed all of Deng Xianyi's bad habits. His grandfather found out and stopped all the contracts between our company and theirs. We are currently short of that final payment from the Deng family to proceed with other projects, otherwise, it will be even more troublesome."
Wei Yumeng's expression turned serious upon hearing this. "Is it that serious?"
"Yes. President Zhan didn't want me to tell you, probably because he knew you wouldn't be able to come up with a solution."
Fang Xun had followed Zhan Mohan for many years and was genuinely worried for him.
"Then... is there any way to resolve this?"
"We can only reconcile with the Deng family, have them retract their words, and then have them make the final payment to our company on time. This is because the company has invested all its funds in its overseas branches, and there is no surplus capital to support the subsequent issues of other projects."
Fang Xun looked troubled. "But Madam, you should understand President Zhan's temper. He has never bowed to anyone. Moreover, Deng Xianyi bullied you to this extent. It's already giving the Deng family a lot of face that he didn't cripple Deng Xianyi. Asking him to apologize would be harder than reaching the sky."
This matter had not yet reached Elder Zhan's ears, but by the time it did, it would likely be too late.
Neither of them spoke further.
Zhan Mohan's voice came from the bathroom.
"I'm done showering."
Wei Yumeng and Fang Xun exchanged glances, feeling quite awkward. Especially since Zhan Mohan's voice, hoarse after showering, seemed to be waiting for something.
Fang Xun cleared his throat. "Madam, please take the clothes to President Zhan. I'll wait for him downstairs."
"Okay."
Wei Yumeng got up, took the clothing bag, and returned to the room. She then handed the clothes through the gap in the bathroom door. However, no one took them for a long time.
Her arm was getting tired. "Zhan Mohan, please take them."
The door suddenly opened from the inside, and a wave of heat washed over Wei Yumeng. She averted her eyes.
Zhan Mohan saw her covering her eyes and scoffed, "It's not like you haven't seen me before. I don't mind, why should you?"
"Fang Xun is waiting for you downstairs."
She shoved the clothes into his arms and turned to leave.
After sitting on the sofa for a while, Zhan Mohan came out and said to Wei Yumeng.
"Call me if you need anything."
Wei Yumeng looked up and realized that the clothes Fang Xun had chosen for Zhan Mohan were indeed very nice – a perfectly tailored black suit, neat and sharp.
Zhan Mohan went downstairs. Wei Yumeng remained seated on the sofa, contemplating how she could help Zhan Mohan. After all, she was the one who caused this trouble, and she had to resolve it herself.
When Mu Linjing came out, she saw Wei Yumeng lost in thought. She exclaimed in surprise, "Yumeng, are you better already? Are you still feeling unwell anywhere?"
"No, everything is normal." Wei Yumeng replied distractedly. Mu Linjing walked over.
"What's wrong?"
"Lin Jing, I feel like my brain was fried today. I actually told Zhan Mohan that I like him!"
She must have been half-asleep at the time to suddenly say something like that to him.
Mu Linjing was also stunned. "You... why did you suddenly say that to him?"