Wei Yumeng actually wanted to try it, because it smelled good to her, and it must taste good too. She had stewed it for two hours, and it was just this much, with all the essence in it.
She still couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food. She picked up the thermos and poured some into a bowl. After taking a sip, her brows relaxed.
"This soup is really delicious."
Zhan Mohan tilted his body slightly and raised his chin at Wei Yumeng.
"Isn't this considered you praising yourself?"
Wei Yumeng glanced at him, "Anyway, I think it's delicious."
Her appetite had been good lately, and she drank up all the remaining soup in the thermos in a few minutes.
Zhan Mohan took a bag of snacks from the side, "I have a bag of sour plums here, do you want some?"
"Yes..." She was about to agree, but then felt something was wrong. She walked over and snatched the snack from Zhan Mohan's hand, "Why would you eat this kind of thing?"
Zhan Mohan lowered his eyelids slightly and touched his nose.
"Shi Ming bought it."
Wei Yumeng hesitated for a moment. No, Feng Shimi didn't like sour things; she liked spicy things. What did Zhan Mohan mean? Was he testing her?
Regardless, she had suspected herself before. Now, suddenly taking out a bag of sour plums and asking if she wanted to eat them was not like his personality.
Wei Yumeng squinted and smiled, "I like spicy food, do you have any spicy ones?"
Zhan Mohan's deep eyes were full of inquiry, his voice low, yet mixed with a hint of coldness.
"Weren't you just about to eat it?"
If he heard correctly, Wei Yumeng was about to say yes, but she stopped midway and immediately changed her mind. Had she noticed something?
Wei Yumeng countered, "Do you have anything else?"
"No."
"Then that's it," Wei Yumeng replied smoothly.
Zhan Mohan's lips curled up slightly, and he let out a soft scoff. She had learned to be smarter after two days back, and she wasn't falling for it anymore.
He wouldn't mention it for now; he probably wouldn't get anything out of it. She had better not be pregnant. If she really was...
It would be hard to say.
"I want to eat crispy pork tomorrow, can you make it?"
"I can make it, but... Jiang Siyu will probably make it for you tomorrow and bring it over, so I won't be doing it unnecessarily."
She didn't want to seem like she was fawning over Zhan Mohan. Jiang Siyu bringing him food was a sign of her affection for him. What would it mean if she brought it over?
They were clearly divorced.
Hearing this, a hint of displeasure appeared on Zhan Mohan's handsome face.
"Was it for you that I got injured, or for Jiang Siyu?"
Wei Yumeng was immediately speechless. It seemed to make sense.
"Alright then, I'll make it for you after work tomorrow."
"I want to eat it tomorrow at noon."
Wei Yumeng's eye twitched. Was this man being a bit too much? She suppressed the slight anger in her heart and forced a smile.
"I don't have time at noon."
"Oh..."
Zhan Mohan nodded thoughtfully. He didn't say anything else and then took out his phone from beside the pillow and made a call.
Then Wei Yumeng heard him say on the other end.
"Get a leave of absence for Wei Yumeng at the company. She won't be coming to work tomorrow."
"Madam?" Fang Xun was puzzled. What was going on? Were these two back together?
Zhan Mohan frowned, "Then who else could it be?"
Fang Xun quickly agreed, fearing he would displease Mr. Zhan.
"I'll take care of it right away."
After hanging up the phone, Zhan Mohan raised his eyebrows at Wei Yumeng with a hint of smugness.
"Now you have time, right?"
Wei Yumeng couldn't say a word. After all, he was the boss. It was good that she could have a day off tomorrow. She could come over at noon, and the rest of the time she could sleep at home. She hadn't had a good rest these past two days and felt groggy.
The doctor had also told her to rest, otherwise the fetus in her womb might be affected.
She prepared to clear the bowl and chopsticks from the table and then noticed the thermos beside her. It was the soup that Jiang Siyu had made for Zhan Mohan, pig trotters...
Actually, it didn't smell bad, but when she saw the layer of oil floating on top, her stomach churned.
She dared not show it in front of Zhan Mohan and could only suppress the discomfort and turn to Zhan Mohan to say.
"I'll go pour this out."
Zhan Mohan saw her pale face, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I might have drunk too much soup just now, and my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. You should rest for a while."
She carried the thermos and walked out. As soon as she left the ward, she quickened her pace and went to the restroom to vomit.
After she finally recovered, she washed her face, her mind buzzing.
She had experienced this when she was pregnant with her first child, but it wasn't as severe as it was now. What she worried about now was whether she could keep it a secret while taking care of Zhan Mohan during this period.
When Zhan Mohan took out the sour plums earlier, it proved that he was already suspicious of her and was testing her reaction.
If she had accepted them then, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
The only fortunate thing was that she was divorced from Zhan Mohan now. Even if he suspected her, he no longer had the right to force her to go for a check-up and abort her child, as he had before.
That period of time was an unforgettable nightmare for her.
She clenched her fist tightly, looking at her pale face in the mirror. No matter what, she had to protect this child. No one would be allowed to hurt it.
At 3 PM, the doctor informed her to take Zhan Mohan to the examination department in ten minutes to draw blood for a check-up to see if there were any other sequelae.
Wei Yumeng carefully helped him. However, the man was too tall and strong, and she found it a bit strenuous, and she was afraid of affecting the fetus.
"I'll go get you a wheelchair."
Zhan Mohan waited for her to stand. After Wei Yumeng brought the wheelchair, he sat in it.
She asked nervously, "Will it press on the wound?"
"No."
"That's good. It must not split open again, or it will be more troublesome."
Wei Yumeng stood behind him, pushing the wheelchair out. As they were about to reach the blood drawing examination window, she saw a familiar figure.
Yin Fang and Wei Jin were looking at a document, and neither of them looked particularly happy.
Yin Fang kept admonishing Wei Jin, "Don't worry, this isn't the first time you've had this surgery."
Wei Yumeng heard every word and suddenly remembered that Wei Jin had been pregnant before and had tried to trick the Zhan family into thinking it was Zhan Yichen's, but it turned out not to be.
It seemed that child had been aborted.
Unexpectedly, she got pregnant again within a few months. Given the personalities of Wei Anguo and Yin Fang, they would never allow Wei Jin to give birth to this child whose father was unknown.
As soon as Wei Jin walked over, she saw Wei Yumeng and Zhan Mohan. In addition to shock, she was filled with boundless rage.
"Wei Yumeng, Zhan Mohan, you two are truly a perfect match, both rotten to the core. If it weren't for you, would I be like this now?"
Wei Yumeng quickly said, "Don't talk nonsense. You got pregnant after drinking with those people, and it has nothing to do with us."
Mentioning this made Wei Jin so angry that her teeth itched. If it weren't for the hospital, she would have loved to tear Wei Yumeng's mouth apart.
Her eyes were filled with ferocity, "Do you think you are so pure? You slept with Xin Ran and got pregnant with his child. What, are you afraid to tell Zhan Mohan, afraid that he will make you abort your wild child?"
Zhan Mohan's handsome face, which had been relatively calm moments ago, instantly seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and his sharp eyes showed a sinister glint.
"That text message was from you."
It was this point, and Wei Jin had nothing to deny. She raised her chin.
"So what if it was me? How much smarter are you, President Zhan? Wei Yumeng is now pregnant with Xin Ran's child, and you are still entangled with her. Or, are you planning to be the stepfather of the child in her womb?"