Zhan Mohan glanced at her. He hadn't seen her for almost a month, and she seemed to have gained a little weight. It seemed her days after leaving him had been good.
Seeing the employees looking at them strangely as they passed by, he said to Wei Yumeng,
"Come in."
"Okay." Wei Yumeng clutched the hem of her clothes tightly and followed Zhan Mohan inside.
She gently closed the door. As soon as she turned around, Zhan Mohan's handsome face appeared before her, making her heart skip a beat.
Zhan Mohan's narrow eyes were devoid of any emotion, and his gaze towards her was no longer as gentle as before.
When Wei Yumeng met his gaze, her heart felt as if it were being pricked by needles.
The man's voice was indifferent, "I recall the divorce agreement stated that I left you a property. However, I heard from the property management that you haven't moved in."
"It's because I never sought your wealth. The agreement we signed was very clear: if one day we have no ties, I won't take a cent from you."
Since it had come to this, she felt it was necessary to return what belonged to him. She hadn't had the time before, nor had she been able to see him.
She guessed that Zhan Mohan might have been deliberately avoiding her. After all, he probably didn't want to see her at all in his heart.
Her purpose in coming here today was not to get back together with him. She simply wanted to prove her innocence.
However, she would not go back on her word. Since they had parted ways, it proved they didn't love each other enough. No, Zhan Mohan had no feelings for her at all; how could there be love?
The child in her womb belonged to no one but her, Wei Yumeng. She didn't need Zhan Mohan to be responsible for her and the child. These were all her thoughts.
Hearing this, a sneer played on Zhan Mohan's lips, his brows furrowed. The invisible pressure made Wei Yumeng break out in a cold sweat.
"Wei Yumeng, you don't just not care about my money; you've found someone else, haven't you? You don't want my apartment because you don't want your future man to feel awkward about our past issues, which would make things difficult for you, right?"
Wei Yumeng looked at the man she had lived with for over a year in disbelief. The light in her eyes gradually faded.
"Zhan Mohan, in your eyes, am I such a greedy, materialistic woman?"
"You're not materialistic, but you're a woman who betrayed her marriage!"
Ever since her affair with Xin Ran was exposed by the media, people pointed fingers at her wherever she went. Even when he went out for business, potential partners would pretend to care and ask a few questions.
After the old man was discharged from the hospital, he had been in low spirits. People of his generation valued reputation the most. The Zhan family was now labeled with cuckoldry, and they would be laughed at wherever they went.
Wei Yumeng stiffened her neck and yelled at him hysterically, "I'm telling you again, I did not betray you."
"Even Xin Ran admitted it himself, Wei Yumeng. Why are you still deceiving yourself!"
Zhan Mohan narrowed his eyes. The dense darkness in his pupils receded, leaving only an icy chill and ruthlessness.
"I..." Wei Yumeng suddenly didn't know how to answer Zhan Mohan's question, because even if she asked Xin Ran, she would get the same answer.
The tall man gradually moved closer to her, pressing in step by step. Wei Yumeng, with a pale face, retreated. The man's jawline was tense, extremely hard. He clenched his fists.
"Do you know why you fought with Xin Ran that day? He told me he knew about the mole below your chest."
These words struck Wei Yumeng like a bolt from the blue. Her pupils contracted sharply.
"You... What did you say?"
"Do I need to repeat it for you?"
Zhan Mohan's dark, narrow eyes locked onto Wei Yumeng, and his entire handsome face turned completely grim.
Wei Yumeng didn't doubt Zhan Mohan's words, because she did indeed have a mole below her chest.
If she had been unwavering in her belief that nothing happened between her and Xin Ran before, now Zhan Mohan's words made her waver again.
Had she misunderstood? Had she truly betrayed Zhan Mohan? If that were the case, then the child in her womb...
Wei Yumeng covered her mouth in shock, leaning weakly against the wall. How could this be? How was this possible?
Seeing her reaction, Zhan Mohan clearly felt she was starting to doubt herself. This meant that she herself couldn't be sure if she had slept with Xin Ran.
The man's gaze sharpened, and his anger clearly escalated.
"Wei Yumeng, I've checked the hotel records. Xin Ran did take you to the hotel, but what happened inside is only known to you two!"
"But I'm already pregnant..."
"A'han." A pleasant female voice suddenly rang out from the doorway. It was a voice Wei Yumeng had never heard before.
Zhan Mohan composed himself and called out loudly towards the door.
"Come in."
The office door was pushed open, and a graceful figure entered. Wei Yumeng instinctively looked over. Upon seeing the woman's face, she froze completely.
She... she was... Jiang Siyu.
She was indeed as lively and ethereal as in the photos, and also possessed a special aura. Especially the water-blue dress she wore, which perfectly showcased her good figure. Her cold brown hair made her skin appear fair. No wonder Zhan Mohan hadn't appeared at the company for so long; it seemed he was busy with his old flame.
Jiang Siyu also saw Wei Yumeng. A polite smile bloomed on her delicate face.
"May I ask who you are..."
Wei Yumeng took a deep breath. It seemed there was no need to hide her identity. Regardless of their past, they were divorced now. She had married Zhan Mohan legitimately. Even though they were divorced now, she wasn't someone to be ashamed of.
She managed to lift the corners of her lips and extended her hand to Jiang Siyu.
"Hello, my name is Wei Yumeng, Zhan Mohan's ex-wife."
Jiang Siyu's expression faltered, likely not expecting her to introduce herself so directly and honestly.
She then smiled faintly.
"I'm Jiang Siyu, and I'm..."
As she spoke, she glanced meaningfully at Zhan Mohan.
Zhan Mohan had his hands in his pockets, his handsome face devoid of any emotion.
"She's a designer on our project."
The smile on Jiang Siyu's lips suddenly froze, but she maintained her good composure and nodded.
"Yes, I've just joined this project."
Even though both parties knew each other's true identities, they didn't reveal them, maintaining the necessary facade.
Jiang Siyu's appearance shattered Wei Yumeng's intention to tell Zhan Mohan the truth.
The atmosphere in the office became oppressive with Jiang Siyu's arrival.
Zhan Mohan's gaze returned to Jiang Siyu. "What is it?"
"Oh, it's like this. There seems to be a slight problem with my design. The person in charge on your side hasn't approved it, and we're at a stalemate. So I came to ask for your advice."
Jiang Siyu said, smiling playfully at Zhan Mohan and lifting the files in her hand.
"Mm-hmm, alright." Zhan Mohan took the files and then glanced at Wei Yumeng, who was still standing by the side.
"If there's nothing else, you can leave."
His voice was cold, like the wind in the depths of winter, chilling her to the bone.
She forced a smile, suppressing the ache in her heart.
"Okay."
She opened the door and ran out as fast as she could. She went straight to the restroom, closed the door, and leaned against the wall, crying helplessly.
What made her sad wasn't that she hadn't told Zhan Mohan about her pregnancy. What made her sad was Jiang Siyu's appearance and her distant attitude towards her.
That kind of coldness, that sense of alienation as if she wanted to cut ties with her immediately, weighed heavily on her heart, making it difficult to breathe. She clutched the area of her chest, feeling like she could barely catch her breath.
More importantly, Zhan Mohan had delivered another piece of bad news regarding her and Xin Ran, meaning that the truth she had always believed was not the truth.
Whose child was in her womb? She suddenly felt uncertain.
Mu Linjing had been looking for Wei Yumeng since she entered the company. After asking several colleagues, she learned that she seemed to have gone to the restroom.
She raised her hand and knocked on the restroom door, calling softly.
"Yumeng, are you in there?"
Hearing Mu Linjing's voice, Wei Yumeng finally opened the restroom door.
As soon as Mu Linjing looked up, she saw the distraught Wei Yumeng, her eyes swollen like walnuts. She didn't know how long she had been crying inside.
Her brow furrowed, and she reached out to hug Wei Yumeng.
"What's wrong? Did Mr. Zhan not believe what you said? It's okay, I'll go and explain it to him for you."
Saying that, Mu Linjing turned and strode towards Zhan Mohan's office aggressively...