Feng Shimin hurried forward as soon as she saw Zhan Mohan return. "Brother Mohan, Wei Yumeng has already left. She even signed the divorce agreement. She truly has no lingering feelings and signed it very readily. Look."
She handed the divorce agreement to Zhan Mohan. He flipped directly to the last page, and upon seeing Wei Yumeng's name, a nameless rage erupted within him. The hand holding the paper clenched tighter and tighter.
Feng Shimin saw the veins bulge on the back of his hand. Her good mood from earlier was completely consumed by jealousy. Did he care so much about the woman who betrayed him?
Even her signing a divorce agreement and leaving the Zhan family could stir his emotions. Yet Wei Yumeng had clearly deceived him. Why, why did he still miss her and couldn't forget her?
Even when Jiang Siyu had left before, he hadn't shown such emotional turmoil.
She had grown up with Zhan Mohan. From the moment she started having romantic thoughts, she had been paying attention to him. She could observe his subtle expressions with great accuracy, yet she had never seen him like this for anyone.
The disappointment, shock, and loneliness in those ink-dark eyes—expressions that only appeared in indecisive men—were actually manifesting in him.
He was Zhan Mohan, a man of regal status like a king, a natural leader, someone to be looked up to. How could he reveal such a reluctant expression for a woman?
Feng Shimin's delicate face instantly turned ferocious. She snatched the divorce agreement from his hand.
"Brother Mohan, forget her. She isn't worth your lingering feelings. Do you want to doom the entire Zhan family because of your personal reasons?"
Wen Yulan also chimed in, "Yes, A'Han. Grandfather is still in the hospital. You know his personality best. He dislikes women with loose morals like Wei Yumeng. Grandfather loves you so much; how could he bear to see Wei Yumeng hurt you like this? Your outcome would have been like this anyway."
Although she spoke like a doting mother, in her heart, she wished he would suffer more. Whether men or women, once entangled in emotions, they became like walking dead, slowly decaying.
Zhan Mohan remained silent, but the expression on his face said it all. A gloom settled over his features, his eyes lost their luster, and he walked upstairs, his retreating figure so desolate.
Feng Shimin, holding the divorce agreement, watched his receding back with a mixture of anger and heartache, almost unable to speak.
After the man disappeared around the corner, Feng Shimin stomped her foot in frustration and looked at Wen Yulan.
"Is he insane? For such an unworthy woman!"
Wen Yulan scoffed contemptuously, "Heroes have always fallen for beauties. Wei Yumeng is quite attractive, but I don't know what it is about her that makes A'Han so infatuated. I can only say that those who fall in love never have good endings."
Look at Zhan Mohan's current state. If he hadn't fallen for Wei Yumeng, why would he have put himself in this position? Why would the old man have been so angered that he ended up in the hospital? This was all the seduction of love, interfering with his otherwise rational mind.
She should truly thank Wei Yumeng. If not for her, how could Zhan Mohan have become like this?
This thorn in her side had finally been removed. She hoped for smooth sailing in the days to come, for Zhan Mohan to be utterly dejected, and for her son to successfully ascend.
Zhan Mohan pushed open the bedroom door. The room was empty, containing only some of his belongings, with no trace of Wei Yumeng. She had left his life just like that.
Just a few days ago, they had been fine. She had even personally fed him breakfast, and they had slept embraced intimately.
She would even quietly lift the covers to go to the bathroom at night, afraid of disturbing him. When he worked overtime, she would make him a cup of coffee. He had been trying to suppress his emotions.
He hadn't inquired about Zhan Lin's matter with her again. He was afraid that mentioning it would bring forth his guilt.
His mind was constantly filled with two conflicting voices. One told him that Wei Yumeng was innocent and hadn't harmed him or Zhan Lin; there must have been some misunderstanding.
The other voice told him that Wei Yumeng was a cunning woman. Her being with him was forced, merely to cover up her crimes, to seduce him, and to ensure that Gu Shuyi continued to receive treatment. Once Gu Shuyi was cured, she would eventually choose to be with Xin Ran.
After all, Xin Ran had been her close friend since university. That kind of youthful affection was the purest. How could it compare to him? Everything was driven by interests. Everything, including feelings, was mixed with those interests, becoming unreal.
He had always thought his feelings for Wei Yumeng were a passing fancy, something he could easily pick up and put down. But only at the moment of her departure did he realize that the feeling of reluctance was like a balloon, inflating more and more, making him increasingly uncomfortable.
Alas, there was one thing Wen Yulan had said correctly: the grandfather could not tolerate any impurities. If Wei Yumeng had done such a thing, the grandfather would not accept it, and his own pride certainly could not accept it.
He made a call to Jing Yan. "Do you want to come out for a drink?"
Jing Yan heard the unusual tone in his voice.
"What's going on? It's only this early, and you want to drink?"
"I got divorced."
"Holy shit! Divorced! Brother, are you kidding me?" They had been fine just two days ago; how could it be so sudden?
Moreover, with Zhan Mohan's overbearing and strong personality, how could he possibly let Wei Yumeng go?
Zhan Mohan found Jing Yan's gossipy nature most annoying, yet he didn't have many friends he could trust.
"Are you drinking or not?"
"Drink, drink, drink! If you're divorced, I definitely have to come hear the reason!" Jing Yan paused for a moment. "Wait, was it because of the scandal that broke out between Sister-in-law and that Xin Ran? Wasn't that fake?"
Zhan Mohan's annoyance grew as he listened to Jing Yan drone on the phone.
When Xin Ran finally reacted, she let out another scream into the phone.
"Brother, don't tell me it's true. Sister-in-law... she cheated on you!"
"You don't need to come out anymore, I'll find someone else to drink with..."
He was about to hang up when Jing Yan quickly shouted.
"No, no, no! I'm coming out. Send me the address, and I'll be there shortly."
"En."
After hanging up, Jing Yan immediately received the location sent by Zhan Mohan and left with his car keys.
When he arrived, Zhan Mohan was already sitting inside, drinking. He looked quite melancholic. Jing Yan walked over, tossing his car keys, and sat down next to Zhan Mohan.
"Tell me, what happened? Was it your poor management, or... did you not satisfy her?"
"Bullshit!"
"Hey, why are you swearing? Did I hit a nerve?" Jing Yan nudged Zhan Mohan with a smirk. "Are you really incapable in that regard?"
Zhan Mohan held the wine bottle and gave Jing Yan a disdainful look.
"Do you want to try?"
See if he was really incapable.
Jing Yan was startled by Zhan Mohan's words and quickly backed away, hugging himself tightly.
"Oh my god! Brother, don't scare me. I'm not gay, I'm not playing truth or dare with you."
Zhan Mohan tilted his head back and downed the remaining half bottle.
"Then stop guessing randomly."
Jing Yan dropped his flippant demeanor and patted Zhan Mohan on the shoulder.
"Alright, I won't joke around anymore. Actually, what surprised me most wasn't the thing between Sister-in-law and Xin Ran, but your reaction. Was it too intense?"
Zhan Mohan glanced at him sideways. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, this isn't your style. Back when Jiang Siyu left, you just threw yourself into work for a few days, and that was to save the company from a crisis, not exactly being heartbroken over love. How is it that with Wei Yumeng's appearance, you seem like a changed person, even learning to be sentimental."
"I thought you would have gotten used to the fact that all good things must end, especially something as ethereal as love."
The man lowered his head slightly, his arms hanging powerlessly on his knees, his face filled with gloom.
"I don't know, that's why I'm bothered."
Jing Yan put an arm around his shoulders and said earnestly.
"Then let me ask you a question: Have you fallen in love with Wei Yumeng?"