Wei Yumeng never expected to run into Li Huan here. They had met in a private room before, and if Zhan Mohan hadn't appeared in time, she didn't know if she would have been able to leave safely.
Why him? This person was like a shadow she couldn't escape, making her feel sick just seeing him.
Mu Linjing, unaware of Li Huan's past encounter with Wei Yumeng, thought she was feeling unwell and squeezed her hand. "Yumeng, what's wrong?"
"No… it's nothing," Wei Yumeng hastily averted her gaze, forcing a calm expression, but her shoulders trembled slightly.
"Are you sure it's nothing? You look a little pale."
Wei Yumeng didn't want Mu Linjing to worry. "It's fine, don't worry."
"If there's anything, you can tell me," Mu Linjing reiterated.
A cold glint flashed in Li Huan's eyes when he saw Zhan Mohan. His roguish face still held a smile. "Mr. Zhan, it's been a long time."
His words carried a distinct undertone. Zhan Mohan, however, showed no warmth towards Li Huan. His handsome face remained indifferent, unperturbed, his gaze carrying a hint of arrogance, as if others were begging him for cooperation, not the other way around.
"It has been a long time. I heard that Mr. Li recently had a run-in with the authorities for shortchanging women."
Li Huan chuckled awkwardly at the remark and then casually sat down on the sofa. "These women these days are crazy for money. They want a high price even when they're selling themselves. They don't even look at what they are. It's already their good fortune that I'm interested in them, and they're still uncooperative."
Hearing this, Mu Linjing immediately formed a negative impression of this "Mr. Li."
Before Zhan Mohan could speak, Li Huan's gaze fell on Mu Linjing and Wei Yumeng. Wei Yumeng was looking down, but Li Huan recognized her instantly. "Oh, isn't this Mr. Zhan's wif— no, your ex-wife now? I heard you divorced because she cheated on you."
Li Huan still remembered how badly Zhan Mohan had treated him because of Wei Yumeng. For a long time, he was a laughingstock wherever he went in the industry.
Zhan Mohan's fists clenched tightly beneath the table, his knuckles cracking. His eyes were filled with bloodlust. "If Young Master Li doesn't mind, I can send you to the hospital again."
Jiang Siyu quickly linked her arm through Zhan Mohan's, breaking the tension with a smile. "We're all here for work today, and we might become partners in the future. Let's forget about past grievances." She then patted Zhan Mohan's shoulder affectionately. "Ah Han, you too. How can you joke like that with Mr. Li? Mr. Li just got out of the police station; his temper might still be high."
"Then ask him to shut up!" Zhan Mohan remained aloof, his clear, cold eyes showing no sign of compromise.
Li Huan wasn't in a hurry. Since Zhan Mohan and Wei Yumeng were divorced, and judging by the current situation, Jiang Siyu was likely his new flame. This was getting more interesting. "I'm a bit hot-tempered these days, Mr. Zhan. Please don't mind. Let's have a drink while we discuss the project."
Li Huan immediately changed his demeanor, smiling at Zhan Mohan. However, Zhan Mohan completely ignored him, maintaining his condescending posture like a born king, untouchable.
Jiang Siyu was quite adept at handling the situation. She poured herself a drink and went to toast Li Huan. "Mr. Li, I'll toast you first."
Li Huan grinned, his eyes filled with meaning. "Miss Jiang certainly knows how to act. But you can't just have the two people you brought sitting around. They can drink with me."
Jiang Siyu clinked glasses with Li Huan and downed her drink. Li Huan was even more pleased. Then, Jiang Siyu signaled Wei Yumeng and Mu Linjing. "Don't just stand there, toast Mr. Li too."
Mu Linjing, remembering that Wei Yumeng was pregnant and couldn't drink, quickly got up and poured a glass. "I'll toast Mr. Li."
Li Huan didn't accept the glass. His eyes were fixed on Wei Yumeng beside Mu Linjing. Mu Linjing's face grew awkward as she held the wine glass. She wondered if Yumeng's earlier distress was because of this man.
Li Huan turned to Wei Yumeng, a sinister smile in his eyes that made Mu Linjing's skin crawl. Did this Mr. Li have a past conflict with Yumeng? "What, Miss Wei, do you still think you're Mrs. Zhan? Last time, Mr. Zhan protected you. This time, Mr. Zhan won't care about you. It's better if you know your place." He said pointedly.
Wei Yumeng gritted her teeth. After zoning out for so long, she had made up her mind. If Li Huan dared to cross the line, she would go all out and risk losing her job. She stood up, meeting Li Huan's gaze squarely. "Alright. I hope Mr. Li is here for business. Since we're discussing projects, too much drink will cloud the mind. I'll have tea instead of wine."
As Wei Yumeng bent down to pour tea, Li Huan grabbed her arm. "Are you refusing to give face? We're all drinking alcohol, and you insist on tea? Still can't let go of your 'Mrs. Zhan' airs?"
The atmosphere became tense. Fearing Li Huan would make things difficult for Wei Yumeng, Mu Linjing stepped forward. "Mr. Li, I'll drink with you. I have a high tolerance for alcohol. I..."
"Get lost! I must have her drink with me today!" Li Huan had taken a liking to Wei Yumeng the last time. She was prickly, unlike the other women he'd slept with. He liked a challenge, and this woman had already embarrassed him more than once. His eyes turned fierce, and his temper flared as he slammed his glass onto the table. "I'm telling you now, if you don't drink, this project is off! I need to remind you that if this project is canceled, you'll cause your Mr. Zhan a loss of over a hundred million, and all the employees' hard work will be in vain because of you. Think carefully."
Li Huan was trying to force Wei Yumeng to yield to him. Seeing that she couldn't control the situation, Mu Linjing wanted to seek help from Zhan Mohan, but he sat on the sofa, showing no intention of helping Wei Yumeng. Was he really going to stand by and watch his former wife be humiliated by a business partner? Especially when Yumeng was pregnant and couldn't drink.
Wei Yumeng's fingers clenched around her glass, her heart turning cold. It wasn't the cold from Li Huan forcing her to drink, but from the indifferent Zhan Mohan. Was he really going to let Li Huan humiliate her like this? "Fine, I'll drink. But Mr. Li, you must keep your word. After I drink, you'll sign the contract."
Li Huan smugly raised his chin towards Wei Yumeng. "Who said I was going to let you drink this?" He then brought a whole case of beer from the floor and piled it in front of Wei Yumeng. "If you drink all of this, I'll sign the papers without a second word."
Wei Yumeng's gaze turned sharp. "That's what you said."
"Heh... I thought you were so proud. Aren't you still doing it for money? Since you're divorced from Mr. Zhan anyway, why don't you come with me? As long as you serve me well, I guarantee you'll be counting money until your hands go numb." As he spoke, Li Huan's hand reached towards Wei Yumeng's chest. But before his hand could touch her, he was sent flying into a corner with a heavy kick. Bottles of alcohol toppled from the table, shattering on the floor.
Li Huan curled up on the ground, groaning in pain. "Zhan Mohan, you crazy bastard!"