Her little thoughts were completely seen through by Zhan Mohan, making her feel even more flustered. Sticking out her neck, she instinctively retorted,
"When did I ever say that?"
"Then why are you blushing? You're an adult, it's not like you haven't heard of it before, why are you acting like an inexperienced girl?"
Zhan Mohan noticed Wei Yumeng's emotions starting to change from the moment the male doctor mentioned a couple last time. Now, the blush on her cheeks had extended all the way to her neck.
Pressed by his questioning, Wei Yumeng appeared flustered. She forced herself to look up and ask him,
"Are you going to eat or not?"
"I'm full." Zhan Mohan had little appetite for these bland dishes.
"Then I'll clean up." Wei Yumeng took the bowls and chopsticks and went out. Zhan Mohan watched her retreating figure, a smile flickering in his eyes.
Was she thinking about that sort of thing just now?
Wei Yumeng washed the bowls and chopsticks, and even washed her face. She felt embarrassed, and she didn't know why she had applied the doctor's words to herself and Zhan Mohan.
The last time she and Zhan Mohan had almost gone all the way, she had deliberately searched online and found that women in early pregnancy might be more passionate than usual.
What she found most difficult to articulate was that sometimes when she slept at night, she would dream of such things. Although Zhan Mohan had touched her before, his reaction had not been so strong. That day, she had almost lost control, and her mind had completely strayed from where she wanted it to go.
If she hadn't reacted quickly just now, and Zhan Mohan had found out, she would have been truly mortified. That man would have laughed himself to death.
She washed her face, trying to calm herself down. Only after the heat on her face subsided did she return to the ward.
It was getting late by the time she finished tidying up. Wei Yumeng saw that it was late and, considering Zhan Mohan's injury and recent surgery, he needed to rest early.
"You sleep, I'll stay and watch until this IV drip is finished."
Otherwise, it would need to be changed later.
Zhan Mohan saw that she seemed quite tired too. Ning Tao had probably scared her today.
"You go to sleep first. I'm not sleepy yet. I'll call a nurse to change it when this bag is done."
Wei Yumeng shook her head. "That won't do. You just had surgery, you need to rest more. I'm not injured, so hurry up."
She got up, tucked the corner of Zhan Mohan's quilt, and checked how much medicine was left in the bag. Half full, it would likely take another hour.
Zhan Mohan didn't insist further.
"Then let's talk. It's so early, I can't sleep yet."
Wei Yumeng was actually sleepy too. She had been thinking of looking at her phone to stay awake if Zhan Mohan fell asleep, or maybe going to the hospital's supermarket to buy a bottle of coffee.
However, since he wanted to chat with her, she wouldn't refuse.
She pulled the chair closer. "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"
"Is there anything you want to tell me? For instance, now that we're separated, do you feel that being divorced is better for you?"
Although Zhan Mohan hadn't finalized the divorce papers with her, they were nominally separated. He had spent over forty nights alone, and every night he had to drink to fall asleep.
Otherwise, as soon as he lay down, his mind would be filled with her, disrupting his thoughts and reason, making him restless.
Therefore, he wanted to know how Wei Yumeng felt after their separation. Was she as miserable as he was, or did she feel that separating from him was a relief?
Wei Yumeng didn't want to answer his question directly, but she felt that after the divorce, they hadn't really put a period on this marriage.
After much deliberation, she finally spoke slowly, her heart heavy.
"I can only say that I have no regrets about marrying you, but I also have no regrets about separating from you."
Zhan Mohan frowned. "Why?"
"This is probably something fate needed me to experience. Getting married to you, I did grow a lot, but I also lost a lot."
Like her heart, for instance.
"But the separation was your idea, because of the matter between me and Xin Ran. We couldn't communicate well. I don't blame you. Anyone in my position wouldn't be able to get past that hurdle. I only wish you well in the future. And now that Jiang Siyu is back, you've been waiting for her for so many years. Lovers are bound to be reunited."
As she spoke, her heart ached. The thought of him potentially marrying another woman in the future, and them having children born of their love, made her heart hurt to the point of suffocation.
Zhan Mohan saw the tears in her eyes. Although she was trying hard to hold them back, he still caught them.
At that moment, his heart felt as if it were being pricked by needles. Her current sadness made Zhan Mohan even more pained.
He slowly reached out, his warm palm gently patting her head, his voice tinged with a hint of leniency and helplessness.
"Wei Yumeng, you say you're not jealous."
Isn't this a clear indication that you mind me being with other women?
Wei Yumeng, flustered, raised her hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes. "What's the use of me being jealous?"
"Why wouldn't it be useful? Who told you it's not useful?"
You're crying so much that my heart is about to break.
She looked at him with her watery eyes, her voice full of pleading.
"Then Zhan Mohan, I'm telling you very seriously now, I really didn't drive and hit you and Zhan Lin. Wei Jin framed me. Can you believe me?"
Even though she had said this countless times, this was truly the last time she would explain it to him so earnestly.
From now on, she wouldn't. She didn't want to care so much about his thoughts anymore; it made her so tired.
Sometimes, it was so tiring that she couldn't breathe, as if a large stone were pressing down on her heart.
Zhan Mohan looked at the tear droplets on her eyelashes, his heart suddenly softening. He leaned down and kissed her lips. Unlike his usual dominance, it was gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting her.
He could feel the person in his arms tremble, her eyelashes fluttering, and her soft, moist eyes looking up at him.
She was sitting on the chair beside him. Even from the hospital bed, Zhan Mohan was much taller than her. He reached out and held her chin, lifting it. Then, his warm fingers glided over her soft earlobe and supported it behind her ear.
He lowered his gaze, lightly touched her lips, then pulled away, and touched them again.
The man suppressed his desire to deepen the kiss and looked up, his voice hoarse, sighing.
"I will have Fang Xun investigate this matter thoroughly again and restore your innocence."
If he found out that Wei Jin had truly framed Wei Yumeng, he would make the entire Wei family pay a heavy price.
Every word Zhan Mohan spoke was like a carving. The ribs in her body tightened with each word, then constricted her heart. A faint smile curved the corners of her eyes.
He really believed her. He believed she hadn't harmed him and Zhan Lin.