Zhan Mohan held her waist, his eyes burning as he gazed at her.
"Now that you've divorced me, you've suddenly become tough. Wei Yumeng, how many faces do you have?"
Wei Yumeng was held by his waist and leaned into his embrace, her stomach pressing against his. It was a bit constricting, and though she hadn't visibly shown, she felt it might be bad to put pressure on the fetus.
She braced herself, wanting to get up, her face showing a trace of panic.
"Zhan Mohan, don't lean on me like that."
Zhan Mohan quickly noticed the subtle expression on Wei Yumeng's face and frowned.
"Why are you so flustered?"
Wei Yumeng's reaction was purely subconscious; she hadn't thought much of it. Now that Zhan Mohan had suddenly become alert, she realized she might have overreacted.
A hint of stiffness flashed across her face, and she immediately stiffened her neck and shouted at him.
"We're divorced now. Don't you understand what divorce means? It means we have no relationship whatsoever. I'm only here to take care of you. Please respect me, and more importantly, respect yourself!"
Hearing her distant and indifferent words, Zhan Mohan's previously pleasant mood was completely ruined by Wei Yumeng. The corners of his lips tightened, and his expression was frightening.
"Why are you so repulsed by me touching you now? Or are you accustomed to Xin Ran, and now you find me holding you extremely annoying?"
He, Zhan Mohan, was actually despised by a woman who had betrayed their marriage. It was truly ironic.
Seeing that he had mentioned Xin Ran again, Wei Yumeng said helplessly,
"Isn't it better for us to keep things simple? Just consider me here to take care of you. Let's not discuss personal matters. I don't want to affect your mood either."
All she wanted now was to get through these few days peacefully, then work hard, take good care of herself, and have a smooth delivery. Once the child was born, she would no longer be lonely, no longer alone.
She had hope, something to look forward to, and that was enough for her.
But Zhan Mohan didn't think that way. The reason he still had contact with Wei Yumeng and went to great lengths to find a way for her to come to the Zhan family to take care of him was not just about being wronged on the surface. He knew very well what he was thinking in his heart.
He just couldn't let go of this damned woman. He had thought about the reasons, but he couldn't figure them out.
The man frowned, his demeanor extremely cold, each syllable carrying a chilling frost that could freeze people to death.
"So staying under the same roof with me is a chore for you, right? I'm forcing you!"
Wei Yumeng was almost driven mad by Zhan Mohan's sophistry. To protect the child in her womb, she couldn't have any more contact with him.
She was tired of their endless arguments over other irrelevant people.
Wei Yumeng suddenly pushed Zhan Mohan away and stood up, as if she had given up. She shouted at him,
"Yes! You're clearly fine now, so why are you asking me to come take care of you? Zhan Mohan, you haven't given up on me, have you? Have you forgotten that I've already betrayed you? You should have nothing to do with me from now on. That's the attitude you should have. Why are you still pestering me?"
A flicker of surprise flashed in Zhan Mohan's deep eyes, and then his entire being seemed to be enveloped in a layer of ice, cold enough to kill.
His handsome face tightened and turned ashen. He suddenly grabbed a nearby cup and smashed it heavily on the floor.
"Get out!"
Wei Yumeng's body trembled at his furious outburst. Her face turned pale. After stumbling back a few steps, she turned around, opened the door, and ran out.
Zhan Mohan's face was sinister, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty red. But his heart ached unbearably, the pain almost suffocating him. She said he was forcing her, that he was pestering her.
That night, Jing Yan couldn't stop him. Zhan Mohan drank himself to oblivion, with dozens of bottles already laid out before him. A normal person couldn't drink that much, let alone with his injuries.
Jing Yan said helplessly beside him, "Bro, can you stop drinking? Do you not want to live?"
Zhan Mohan held the wine bottle, tilted his head back, and drank half of it in one gulp. He narrowed his eyes, clearly already drunk.
"She actually thinks I'm pestering her. What kind of woman can't I find, I, Zhan Mohan? Would I pester her?"
"Hey, it's not that I'm saying this, but over the years, Wei Yumeng alone has turned you into what? Are you still the impenetrable A Han we know? You used to control others, but now, your emotions are dictated by that woman named Wei Yumeng. How can you not be in pain!"
From the beginning, Jing Yan hadn't expected his marriage to have such a lingering impact. Wei Yumeng must have said something hurtful to him to make him drink so recklessly.
He was a doctor himself; how could he not know that the way he was drinking now was a death wish?
"Stop drinking quickly!"
Jing Yan forcefully snatched the wine bottle from him this time.
"Give it to me... Are you going to give it to me?" Zhan Mohan reached out to grab it from Jing Yan, but he was too drunk now, his head foggy, and even the scene before him was blurry. After several missed attempts, he withdrew his hand.
Jing Yan thought he had given up and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Zhan Mohan picked up a new bottle and started drinking again. He was completely defeated. "Brother, I beg you, stop drinking."
But Zhan Mohan still turned a deaf ear.
After being yelled at by Zhan Mohan, Wei Yumeng went straight back. She wished Zhan Mohan would never call her over again. Anyway, Wen Yulan and Feng Shiying didn't like her, and she didn't want to court disaster.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Mu Linjing sitting on the sofa, leisurely eating mala tang from a bowl and watching television. Hearing the movement, she turned around and asked in surprise.
"Why are you back?"
"I had a fight with Zhan Mohan, and I almost gave myself away."
Mu Linjing was startled again when she heard this. "Are you sure he didn't find out?"
"I don't know. At that time, he..."
Wei Yumeng was still a bit flustered, but she didn't know how to explain. The scene was a bit awkward.
Seeing Wei Yumeng's expression, Mu Linjing quickly leaned over, staring at her curiously.
"You two wouldn't have... fallen for each other, would you?"
Wei Yumeng patted her. "You're so improper. Can you stop talking nonsense? I'm pregnant now. And even if I weren't pregnant, we're divorced. Getting involved again, wouldn't that be absurd?"
"But you still have feelings for him, don't you? You're just temporarily suppressing your feelings for him because of the child, but that doesn't mean you can suppress them once he stirs you up. It's not the outward emotions you fear, but the ones suppressed for too long in your heart. Once touched, the taut string will break."
One could be rational about anything, but emotions were inexplicable. No one knew what would happen in the next second.
Wei Yumeng admitted that when Zhan Mohan touched her, she felt something, and that feeling was quite strong. But she wouldn't allow herself to do that.
She didn't want to be too submissive in a relationship; she had her own dignity to protect.
"Alright, anyway, I probably don't need to go over there today. He's angry right now, and probably annoyed just looking at me. We'll see about tomorrow. I'm going to rest now."
She waved her hand wearily, preparing to go back to her room. Just then, her phone rang again. It showed Jing Yan's number. Mu Linjing also saw it.
"Why is Jing Yan calling you?"
"I don't know." Saying so, she still swiped to answer the call.
Jing Yan's voice on the other end was helpless and annoyed.
"Can you come to Hua Yang Bar now? A Han is drunk, and I can't stop him. His wounds haven't fully healed yet. If he keeps drinking like this, I'm afraid he'll have to be hospitalized again."