Afterward, Wei Jin hung up the phone. Wei Yumeng stared at her phone, feeling annoyed. What a lunatic.
She was the one who had made the mistake. If Wei Jin and Yin Fang hadn't framed her back then, she wouldn't have ended up marrying Zhan Mohan.
Zhan Mohan had merely helped her get justice. Yet, Wei Jin had the nerve to call and question her.
But why had Zhan Mohan suddenly decided to help her uncover the truth? He had promised before, but she thought it might have to wait until after he was discharged from the hospital. Moreover, they had argued again, and she thought the matter would just fade away. Who knew Zhan Mohan would actually send Fang Xun to find Wei Jin.
Fang Xun had cut Wei Jin's face. Wei Jin must be going crazy. A woman's face was her most prized possession. And Wei Jin was determined to climb the social ladder. She wouldn't just give up. She would definitely find another target.
Now that her face was scarred, it was no wonder she was so angry.
For some reason, the gloom that had been hanging over her heart just vanished.
Mu Linjing walked over and looked at the rare smile on Wei Yumeng's face, somewhat surprised.
"What's wrong? Who made you so happy? You're smiling so brightly."
"It's nothing. Oh, right, I'm not going back tonight. I'll go home and stew some soup later, and then bring it over. I have to keep watch tonight, so be careful by yourself."
Mu Linjing pointed at Wei Yumeng, her tone full of curiosity.
"What's going on? Have you two made up again?"
"Um... I don't know how to explain it. Anyway, he helped me a lot and resolved a long-standing knot in my heart. It's finally over. Consider it a thank you."
"Don't fool me. I saw you looking at those ingredients on your computer all afternoon. You were going to make soup and send it over even if he hadn't helped you. You're just finding excuses to care about him. Even though you two are apart, you still need to be honest with yourself."
Mu Linjing had walked past Wei Yumeng with some documents that afternoon and saw her looking at nutritional supplements. She had guessed it then.
Wei Yumeng felt a little embarrassed by what Mu Linjing said and kept pushing her away.
"Hurry up and get back to work. You, who've never even dated anyone, are lecturing me."
"I just haven't met the right person yet," Mu Linjing said, refusing to admit defeat.
After work, Wei Yumeng went home first. The items she bought were ordered online and would be delivered directly to her door, which was quite convenient.
She received them and busied herself in the kitchen for nearly two hours, then happily carried the insulated bucket to the hospital.
As she reached the door of the ward, she heard Feng Shimin's voice from inside.
"Sister Si Yu, your cooking is amazing! This soup is so delicious."
Jiang Si Yu lowered her head shyly.
"I learned it when I was abroad. If there's anything lacking, please tell me, and I'll improve next time."
"No problem, it's so fresh! This soup, Brother Mohan, let me get you some. Drinking this will help your wounds heal faster."
Feng Shimin turned to Zhan Mohan, who was holding his phone and seemed to be looking at something.
Jiang Si Yu stepped forward, bent down, and snatched Zhan Mohan's phone away.
"A Han, whether it's good or not, at least give me some face. I've been stewing it all afternoon."
Feng Shimin was quite tactful and quickly grabbed a bowl and served Zhan Mohan.
Wei Yumeng watched this scene, and the smile on her face froze. She looked down at the insulated bucket in her hand and suddenly felt a bit redundant.
Perhaps, at this moment, Zhan Mohan didn't need her, nor did he need her soup.
As she turned to leave, she bumped into Jing Yan.
"Sister-in-law, why are you here? Why aren't you going in?"
"I..."
Wei Yumeng suddenly felt awkward, especially since Jing Yan's voice wasn't quiet.
Jing Yan saw her embarrassment and then lowered his gaze, suddenly understanding.
"You're here to bring Ah Han something to eat? Go in quickly."
"No, I just..."
"Go on in. Come on, Sister-in-law, let me tell you, Ah Han has been waiting for you for a long time."
Jing Yan solicitously pushed open the door for Wei Yumeng and then stepped aside to let her in.
Wei Yumeng didn't take his words to heart. How could Zhan Mohan be waiting for her? It was probably just Jing Yan's own assumption.
She had been forced into this situation. She could have left, but now, Jing Yan had directly pulled her in.
Zhan Mohan lay on the hospital bed, his gaze deep. He was somewhat surprised by her arrival.
Feng Shimin, naturally, didn't give Wei Yumeng a friendly look. She put down her bowl.
"Didn't you leave? Why are you back?"
Wei Yumeng could only place the insulated bucket on Zhan Mohan's bedside table. She ignored Feng Shimin and spoke directly to Zhan Mohan.
"I made soup for you."
Before Zhan Mohan could speak, Feng Shimin turned around eagerly and said,
"No need. Sister Si Yu has already made soup for Brother Mohan, and it's delicious."
Jiang Si Yu remained silent. If she helped Feng Shimin argue with Wei Yumeng at this moment, Zhan Mohan would definitely disapprove of her. She couldn't be the one to do this unpleasant task.
But Feng Shimin didn't care. After all, she and Zhan Mohan were like siblings. Even if Zhan Mohan blamed her, he wouldn't do anything to her.
"Oh, then I'll take it back and drink it myself."
Saying that, she picked up the insulated bucket and prepared to leave.
"This is for the patient. Are you the patient?"
Before Wei Yumeng could even step out, Zhan Mohan's deep voice came from behind her. There was no discernible emotion, but he wasn't angry.
She had indeed made it for him, and it was a way to thank him. But Jiang Si Yu had also made soup, and she felt Zhan Mohan might not like her soup and would more likely choose Jiang Si Yu's.
She turned around in surprise: "Do you want to drink it?"
"Yes." Although it was just a faint affirmation, Wei Yumeng still felt that he wanted to drink it.
Her heart leaped with joy: "Then I'll pour you a bowl."
"Pour more. I'm quite thirsty," Zhan Mohan said. Seeing the happy smile on her face, his own gloomy mood seemed to lift.
He didn't know why this change occurred. He was simply pleased to hear that she had made soup for him and brought it to the hospital.
Wei Yumeng's lips curved slightly upward. Perhaps Zhan Mohan had satisfied a small whim of hers.
Feng Shimin's eyes were almost wide open. What was going on? Was she seeing ghosts? Zhan Mohan hadn't seemed to want to drink much earlier, but as soon as Wei Yumeng brought the soup, he asked for more without even tasting it.
Jiang Si Yu's hand, holding the spoon, kept clenching. Her eyes seemed to want to kill. What magic did this Wei Yumeng possess to make Ah Han's mood completely change just by her presence and a bowl of soup?
Clearly, when she first arrived, he had been sullen and barely spoke to her.
But with Wei Yumeng's arrival, his brows relaxed, and his appetite opened up. Had Wei Yumeng given him some kind of love potion?
Zhan Mohan took the bowl of soup handed to him by Wei Yumeng and took a sip.
Wei Yumeng looked at him expectantly: "How is it? Is it not salty enough?"
"It's perfect," Zhan Mohan said, finishing the soup in the bowl in one gulp.
Jiang Si Yu, filled with anger, slammed the bowl onto the table.
"I'm leaving."
Feng Shimin, seeing Jiang Si Yu's anger, quickly followed her.
"Sister Si Yu, wait for me..."
With both of them gone, Jing Yan worried something might happen.
"I'll go check on them."
In an instant, all three had left the ward, leaving only Wei Yumeng and Zhan Mohan.
Wei Yumeng took the bowl he handed back: "I wanted to ask, did you ask Fang Xun to go to Wei Jin? She confessed everything."
"Yes, Wei Jin called you, right?"
Zhan Mohan could imagine how frantic Wei Jin must have been when she called Wei Yumeng.
"She said Fang Xun slashed her face and almost disfigured her. Is Fang Xun really..."
"Don't listen to her exaggerations. It's just a cut. For someone like Wei Jin who won't confess until she's cornered, she wouldn't tell the truth unless you showed her you were serious."
Wei Yumeng glanced at the insulated bucket: "Do you want more?"
"No, you drink the rest."
He didn't particularly like soup in the first place. It was only because she had gone to the trouble of making it that he had reluctantly tried a bowl.
Wei Yumeng looked at the table, her brow furrowed in thought.
"I only brought one bowl."
Zhan Mohan's eyes twitched slightly: "We've slept together. Are you still bothered that it's the bowl I used?"