Ning Tao covered her burning, stinging cheek in disbelief, glaring at Wei Yumeng with crazed eyes as she screamed,
"Wei Yumeng, you dare hit me? You actually dare hit me!"
With that, Ning Tao lunged at Wei Yumeng. Wei Yumeng seemed to have anticipated this and deftly sidestepped. Not only did Ning Tao fail to touch her, but she also stumbled and fell to the ground awkwardly.
Her knees were scraped, and she couldn't get up immediately. However, her mouth was far from idle. Disregarding her appearance, she began to curse at Wei Yumeng.
"Wei Yumeng, who do you think you are? I'm at least a director. Believe it or not, I can have you kicked out of the company immediately. Before, Young Master Zhan covered for you, but now that you're divorced from Young Master Zhan, who do you think will help you?"
Wei Yumeng's eyes were calm, showing no trace of timidity. She tilted her head, meeting Ning Tao's gaze head-on.
"Why shouldn't I hit you? Young Master Zhan clearly told Fang Xun not to let me go with Mu Linjing, yet you specifically assigned us both. You know I have a conflict with Li Huan. If I go, this project will definitely not be secured. Director Ning, before you fire me, don't I have grounds to accuse you first?"
Ning Tao narrowed her eyes but did not deny it. "You found out."
"If you want no one to know, you shouldn't have done it. Since you did it, you should have expected this day."
If Mu Linjing hadn't told her, she wouldn't have known she was being manipulated, and she would have thought Zhan Mohan had actually summoned her and Mu Linjing.
But Ning Tao was clearly resigned to her fate. "So what? Do you think I cared about staying in the company after doing this?"
She had made her plans long ago and thought everything through. Zhan Mohan had promoted someone else for Wei Yumeng's sake, leaving her with just the title of director and no real power.
For so long, how many people in the company had laughed at her? She knew it, but what could she do? She could only endure it.
"Wei Yumeng, I finally managed to get this position, but because of you, it's all ruined. I won't let you off!"
Ning Tao's face contorted, her eyes filled with malice as she glared at Wei Yumeng. Then, she pulled out a knife from somewhere and lunged at Wei Yumeng.
This time, Wei Yumeng couldn't dodge in time. Just as the sharp blade was about to pierce her, a figure flashed before her eyes, and she found herself in a familiar embrace.
She heard a gasp from the crowd.
"Young Master Zhan..."
"Mohan Gege..."
Feng Shiqing rushed forward and snatched the knife from Ning Tao's hand.
"Are you insane? Ning Tao, how dare you try to hurt Mohan Gege!"
Ning Tao herself was terrified. She hadn't expected Zhan Mohan to take the knife for Wei Yumeng. Her face turned ashen, her body trembling, her legs weak as she staggered backward.
"I... I didn't mean to."
When Wei Yumeng opened her eyes, she saw a man before her, pale-faced, cold sweat beading on his forehead, looking extremely weak. He struggled to stand, his body slumping.
"Zhan Mohan!" Wei Yumeng quickly supported his arm, looking at Zhan Mohan, who had taken the knife for her, in panic.
Zhan Mohan's lips trembled as he weakly asked, "Are... are you okay?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he fainted.
What followed was chaos. Wei Yumeng, her hands trembling, dialed 120. Soon, Zhan Mohan was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Feng Shiqing, Wei Yumeng, and Mu Linjing waited outside the operating room. Wei Yumeng's lips were devoid of color, while Mu Linjing tried to comfort her.
"Yumeng, don't be scared. I think Young Master Zhan will be fine."
Feng Shiqing glared fiercely at Mu Linjing. "Just because you say he'll be fine, does that mean he will be? If it weren't for Wei Yumeng, would my Mohan Gege be lying in there?"
Mu Linjing, mindful of Feng Shiqing's position as a director, didn't want to argue directly but still mumbled resentfully.
"This isn't Yumeng's fault. It was Director Ning who suddenly rushed out like a madwoman trying to hurt Yumeng."
Although her voice was low, Feng Shiqing still heard it. Unable to contain her anger, she shot up from her chair.
"Wei Yumeng, it's all your fault, you jinx!"
Wei Yumeng clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, veins bulging on the back of her hand, her expression grim. Her heart felt suspended, her mind consumed with worry about what would happen if something went wrong with Zhan Mohan.
Would he disappear from her life like this? The more she thought about it, the more terrified and fearful she became, her heart feeling as if it would burst out of her chest.
She didn't even pay attention to what Feng Shiqing was saying, her entire focus on Zhan Mohan's safety.
At this moment, Wen Yulan, Zhan Yichen, and the recently discharged Old Master Zhan also rushed over after receiving the news.
Old Master Zhan arrived, anxiously asking, "How is A'Han?"
"Grandfather, Mohan Gege is still inside. I'm not too sure about his condition."
Feng Shiqing stood up and reported truthfully to Old Master Zhan.
"What happened? How did he get injured at the company?"
Everyone knew that Old Master Zhan doted on his grandson Zhan Mohan the most. He was also the designated successor of the Zhan family. How could the old man not be anxious with such an accident?
Upon hearing this, Feng Shiqing glanced sideways at Wei Yumeng. "It's all her fault. If it weren't for her, Mohan Gege wouldn't have been injured."
When Wen Yulan heard Wei Yumeng's name, a surge of anger erupted within her. Her gaze towards Wei Yumeng was as if she wanted to tear her apart.
"Wei Yumeng, you truly are the jinx of our Zhan family. How are you everywhere? If anything happens to A'Han, our Zhan family will not let you off."
Wei Yumeng couldn't refute, as Zhan Mohan had indeed been injured because of her.
"I'm sorry."
"Is saying sorry useful? If you say sorry, will our A'Han get better? There's still no news from inside. If something serious happens..."
"Mom, stop talking. Brother will be fine."
Zhan Yichen noticed the old man's increasingly grim expression and quickly interjected.
Wen Yulan curbed herself.
"Aunt, Grandfather..."
A crisp female voice echoed down the corridor.
Upon seeing Jiang Siyu arrive, Feng Shiqing's face lit up with joy. Now there was someone to counter Wei Yumeng.
"Sister Siyu."
"Shiqing, how is your brother? Is his life in danger?"
Jiang Siyu looked genuinely worried, her hair disheveled.
"We don't know yet, but how could someone who was stabbed be alright?"
Feng Shiqing said this deliberately to Wei Yumeng.
Mu Linjing pouted beside them. "Even though you're divorced from Young Master Zhan, you're still technically his ex-wife. Who is this Jiang Siyu anyway? Look at Director Feng, she's so eager, it's like she wants to call her sister-in-law."
Wei Yumeng felt a stone in her chest.
Jiang Siyu's arrival made her unsure of how to act, especially since the Zhan family members treated her so much better than they treated herself.
Then, Jiang Siyu walked up to Wei Yumeng. Not wanting to be outmatched, Wei Yumeng also stood up from her chair. Their heights were comparable, but the tension between them was palpable.
"Miss Wei, since you are now divorced from A'Han, I hope it's best if you two cease frequent contact. It will be better for both you and him."
Wei Yumeng was not someone who liked to bully others. However, if someone dared to step on her, she certainly wouldn't let them do as they pleased.
Her gaze was sharp, her eyes clear, showing no hint of avoidance. She met Jiang Siyu head-on.
"Then, Miss Jiang, in what capacity are you informing me of this?"