Chapter 273 Whether You Like Me or Not, I Like You

The two of them sleeping together? Then, she thought again, it seemed quite normal. They weren't divorced yet; they were still husband and wife. Mu Linjing shook her head, suddenly feeling utterly confused by the situation. Never mind, she thought, let them sort it out themselves. Since Yu Meng would definitely sleep soundly now that her fever had broken, it would also avoid the awkwardness of them meeting again. Other matters could wait until tomorrow. She returned to her own room, tidied up, and prepared for bed. Zhan Mohan sat by the bedside, watching Wei Yu Meng's complexion become less pale and her sweating subside before he finally relaxed. He figured that after sweating so much, Wei Yu Meng must be uncomfortable, feeling sticky and clammy. A bath was out of the question, but a simple wipe-down with a towel was fine. He got up, went to the bathroom, fetched a basin, and placed a towel inside. After testing the water temperature and finding it suitable, he brought it back to Wei Yu Meng's side. Zhan Mohan rolled up his sleeves, wrung out the towel, and glanced at her. "Wei Yu Meng, you should be grateful. I, Zhan Mohan, have never taken care of anyone like this before. You've hit the jackpot today." After wiping her down, he went to the closet to find a clean set of clothes for her. By the time he was done, it was already past four in the morning. Zhan Mohan tiredly rubbed his temples, measured her temperature one last time, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her fever had finally broken. It was time for him to rest after such a long ordeal. The man lifted the covers and lay down beside her, his arm wrapping around her waist and resting on it. He then noticed that she seemed to have gained quite a bit of weight recently. In early pregnancy, it was indeed common to gain weight, for the body to gradually round out. So, was it simply weight gain, or was it due to pregnancy? The thought that if she were indeed pregnant, and the baby might not even be his, ignited a surge of anger within him. His chest felt tight and uncomfortable. Yet, seeing her looking so ill and miserable, he realized he couldn't bring himself to be harsh with her. If he found out she was pregnant, and especially if the child was Xin Ran's, that child had to be aborted. He wasn't so noble as to let her give birth to another man's child, only to have her and Xin Ran return home together with the baby. Not a chance! The next day, when Wei Yu Meng woke up, she saw herself lying in Zhan Mohan's arms and was so startled that she sat up abruptly. Zhan Mohan, who had only fallen asleep at four in the morning, was jolted awake by the movement beside him. He frowned and opened his eyes. "What's all the fuss about? Never seen a man before?" "Why are you in my bed?" Zhan Mohan slowly sat up, rubbing his temples, his eyes still heavy with sleep, his voice exceptionally hoarse. "If I hadn't been here last night, you probably would have burned up with a fever until you became an imbecile." "I had a fever?" Wei Yu Meng's heart sank. Had they given her medicine? "Your fever was caused by the inflammation of your wound, but under my meticulous care, it has subsided." Zhan Mohan felt a small sense of accomplishment when he mentioned this. He had never taken care of anyone before, yet he had managed to care for Wei Yu Meng very well. At this moment, Wei Yu Meng didn't care whether it was Zhan Mohan or not who had taken care of her. What she was concerned about was whether she had taken any medicine, but she dared not ask Zhan Mohan directly. Wouldn't that be walking right into a trap? She threw off the covers and tried to get out of bed, intending to ask Mu Linjing. But as soon as she stood up, her head spun, and her body uncontrollably swayed backward. Zhan Mohan's arm shot out quickly to catch her. Wei Yu Meng fell into a warm embrace, the scent of him filling her nostrils, clean and pleasant. She suddenly understood why she had slept so comfortably last night. It was because of Zhan Mohan. Just being near him inexplicably gave her a sense of security. This was a feeling Zhan Mohan brought her. She suddenly found herself longing for his scent, his embrace, his touch, and his gentleness. She looked into his eyes, which shone like the vast expanse of stars, and asked him, "Zhan Mohan, have you ever liked me?" This sudden question caught him off guard. "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" "Because whether you like me or not, I have liked you." Wei Yu Meng looked at him with clear, earnest eyes. A flicker of surprise crossed Zhan Mohan's eyes. He hadn't expected Wei Yu Meng to say such a thing to him after waking up. In the moment of his stunned silence, Wei Yu Meng gradually regained her senses. Her mind exploded. What incredibly bold words had she just uttered? She was pouring out her heart to Zhan Mohan! She must be crazy, she must have had a fever that muddled her brain. Zhan Mohan's previously calm eyes gradually began to smile, and then the smile deepened. "It seems your fever wasn't entirely in vain; it actually cleared your head quite a bit." Wei Yu Meng stared blankly, completely bewildered, and then quickly stood up from the man's embrace. "I... I was just teasing you. Don't take it seriously." Zhan Mohan nodded thoughtfully, then got out of bed, his tall frame closing in on her. "Mm... teasing me?" "Yes, teasing you. Just pretend I didn't say anything." Wei Yu Meng turned and made a dash for it. Before she could run half a meter, the man's long arm pulled her back. Zhan Mohan looked at the flustered woman in his arms, her delicate eyebrows, her clear and bright eyes like obsidian, exuding a captivating radiance, her eyelashes like butterfly wings blinking, utterly alluring. Wei Yu Meng hadn't looked at Zhan Mohan so intently for a long time. The man before her exuded a cold nobility and elegance from his very bones. His features were exquisite and three-dimensional, especially his high nose bridge and thin lips, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under his eyes. A low, hoarse chuckle escaped his throat, and he asked her, "Is your husband very handsome?" Wei Yu Meng snapped back to reality, struggled to push him away, and to mask her embarrassment, she raised a hand to flick her hair and turned away. "Zhan Mohan, can you stop flattering yourself?" "This isn't me flattering myself; you're the one who just said you liked me. Don't you admit that you were also attracted by my good looks?" Wei Yu Meng gave him a look of disdain. "You should know when to stop. I already said I was just joking with you." Hearing this, the smile on the man's handsome face froze. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said sternly to Wei Yu Meng. "I don't care if you were joking or not. In any case, I took it seriously." Wei Yu Meng froze. The ambiguous atmosphere fermented in the air. The man's gaze fell on her soft lips, his throat bobbed, and he leaned closer. His breath enveloped her completely, leaving no room to escape. Wei Yu Meng was kissed until her head spun, and before she knew it, she was being led back to the bed by him. The man's slender fingers unbuttoned her shirt, and his warm lips touched her skin. Wei Yu Meng felt like she was about to explode...