Just as the two were barely millimeters apart, Zhan Mohan abruptly pushed Jiang Siyu away. Jiang Siyu clearly couldn't quite process it.
She looked at Zhan Mohan with confusion and shock in her eyes, calling out aggrievedly.
"Ahan..."
"Siyu, we've already broken up." He coldly reminded her of the harsh reality.
Jiang Siyu frowned. "But you're still single now, we can be together. Ahan, give me a chance to make amends. I can explain why I left back then."
"No explanation is needed. Your reasons are no longer important to me."
Zhan Mohan created distance between himself and Jiang Siyu, his gaze clear and devoid of any warmth.
"I know you're still angry with me, and I know why you married Wei Yumeng back then. It was Grandpa. Grandpa wanted your leg to heal faster. He's superstitious and believed Wei Yumeng's destiny could help you stand again. There was no love between you."
Before returning, Jiang Siyu had been wondering how to explain things to Zhan Mohan, especially since he was already married.
But two days before she decided to come back, her friend told her that Zhan Mohan had divorced; it was the woman's fault. She was overjoyed, secretly feeling lucky that fate had given her a chance to make amends.
Zhan Mohan raised an eyebrow with a hint of sarcasm. "Regardless, it's impossible between us now. We can be friends, though."
His rejection was clear and without any lingering hesitation.
Jiang Siyu didn't understand. If she was as desperate to get back with him as she was, then his words now felt like a bucket of cold water poured over her from head to toe.
Bewildered, she pushed a strand of hair from her forehead, trying to smile but unable to.
"Why? We loved each other so much. We only separated because of a small misunderstanding. Ahan, give me one more chance, I'm begging you."
"It's impossible between us, and also, I'm not single."
Zhan Mohan hadn't intended to tell Jiang Siyu this, but he felt a direct approach was the best way to reject her. He disliked dragging things out.
Jiang Siyu was stunned. "What... what did you say? Didn't you divorce Wei Yumeng?"
"We've only signed the divorce agreement, but we haven't officially registered the divorce. Legally speaking, she and I are still married."
"Ahan... You, you're lying to me, aren't you? You're already divorced. Why are you doing this?"
Zhan Mohan's words were like a bombshell, leaving her stunned. As she mulled it over, she arrived at an unbelievable conclusion.
Her lips trembled as she reluctantly spoke, "Could it be that you've actually fallen in love with Wei Yumeng?"
"That's none of your business. You can drop me off here. Be careful on your way."
Zhan Mohan didn't want to discuss his relationship with Wei Yumeng further. He opened the car door and left.
Jiang Siyu didn't immediately chase after him, her mind in too much of a jumble to react. By the time she came to her senses, Zhan Mohan was already gone.
The man bought a bottle of water at the supermarket and was about to pay when he realized his wallet was missing. After thinking about it, he suspected he might have left it on the sofa. Wei Yumeng had been closest to where he was sitting.
Wei Yumeng had just finished tucking herself in and was about to rest when she heard a knock at the door. She thought it was takeout ordered by Mu Linjing, as she usually had a late-night snack, and they hadn't eaten anything all evening.
Without any suspicion, she got up and opened the door directly. As she looked up, she saw a tall figure standing at the entrance.
"Why are you here?"
Zhan Mohan's expression was stern. "I'm here to get my wallet."
"Oh, then wait a moment." Wei Yumeng turned back into the room in a hurry, grabbed his wallet from the bedside table, and was about to hand it to him.
As she turned around, her head unexpectedly bumped into his chest, causing her to let out a muffled groan in pain.
She frowned and rubbed her head. Zhan Mohan looked around the surroundings.
"Compared to living in such a cramped space, the house I gave you is much more spacious."
"No need. I'm quite comfortable living here now. You can take that house back. And this money, I'll return it to you too."
From the moment Wei Yumeng saw Jiang Siyu today, she knew she should draw a clear line with Zhan Mohan. If she continued to entangle herself, she might end up being labeled a third party.
She bent down, took out her bank card from the drawer, and handed it to him along with his wallet.
Zhan Mohan looked at her cool, expressionless face, her demeanor as if they were strangers. A hint of coldness flickered in his eyes.
"Why are you afraid to look at me?"
Wei Yumeng's expression wavered slightly. Why was she afraid to look? Because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to let go. Even though she had been separated from Zhan Mohan for a month, she still missed him terribly.
But she didn't want her longing to be mocked by him, so she could only continue to evade.
She took a deep breath and feigned indifference. "There's nothing to look at. Mr. Zhan, if there's nothing else, take your things and leave quickly. I'm sharing this place with others, and it wouldn't be good if they found out."
Zhan Mohan was unwilling to let her off so easily. He thought that after such a long separation, she would miss him, but he saw no trace of emotion on her face, only endless coldness.
She was truly graceful, able to let go with ease.
The tall man's body steadily approached her. "What's there to avoid? Mu Linjing knows about our relationship, doesn't she? Or are you expecting someone else to come over here later?"
Hearing this, Wei Yumeng looked up in surprise and said angrily.
"Zhan Mohan, since we're divorced, who I associate with or who comes to see me has nothing to do with you. Please leave immediately."
What she couldn't stand the most was his utter lack of trust in her, and his subtle insults. Didn't he know that every word, even every gesture, could affect her emotions?
But she didn't realize that the more desperately she tried to drive him away, the more he refused to leave.
His prolonged suppression had brought him to the brink of collapse, but he couldn't overcome that hurdle. The moment he thought of seeing her lying in bed with Xin Ran at the hotel that day, he felt his mind was about to explode.
The man gradually moved closer. Wei Yumeng kept backing away, her back pressed against the cold wall, with nowhere left to retreat. The scent of him, a mix of crispness and tobacco, filled her nostrils, and her heart began to race.
Zhan Mohan noticed the shyness in her eyes and a faint smile touched his lips. His warm fingertips gently brushed her smooth cheek. As if electrocuted, her body trembled.
His deep, magnetic voice whispered near her ear, each word seeming to pierce her heart.
"It seems your body is more honest than your words."
He was implying that her body still reacted to his touch.
Wei Yumeng's entire body stiffened, her back pressed tightly against the wall, afraid to move. The man's voice and touch were like a fuse for Wei Yumeng at this moment, easily capable of breaking down her rational defenses.
Zhan Mohan had only intended to tease her, but his own body reacted. Damn it! It had been so long since he had touched her, why couldn't he control himself?
As they drew even closer, Wei Yumeng felt his warm breath on her delicate skin, making her want to flee.
Using her remaining composure, she reminded him.
"Zhan Mohan, let me go first."
As she spoke, her voice became soft and alluring. Zhan Mohan watched her cherry-red lips part and close. His gaze darkened, and with an uncontrollable surge of desire, he grabbed her arm, pressed her against the wall, and leaned down to kiss her lips.
Wei Yumeng's mind exploded like a bomb. She immediately tried to push him away.
The man was as unyielding as a rock. He quickly restrained her other hand and then deftly unbuttoned her top several buttons.
She immediately panicked, her brows furrowed tightly. No, she was pregnant. The doctor had said no sexual activity in the first three months. If she truly let Zhan Mohan continue like this, the child might...
The man could feel the struggling woman in his arms growing more intense. He pushed her onto the bed, and Wei Yumeng gained a sliver of breathing room, saying urgently.
"No, you, mmm..."
Before Wei Yumeng could finish her sentence, her lips were sealed by the man's again.
There was a disparity in strength between men and women, and she was no match for Zhan Mohan. Soon, the man shed his clothes, reaching a point of no return.
Wei Yumeng's heart turned cold.