"Yu Meng, Yu Meng, did someone just knock on the door?"
Wei Yu Meng's heart leaped with joy. It was Mu Lin Jing. She hastily pushed Zhan Mo Han away, quickly put on her clothes, and went to open the door.
"Lin Jing."
As soon as Mu Lin Jing looked up, she saw Wei Yu Meng, her clothes in disarray and her face flushed, and Zhan Mo Han inside.
She was instantly startled, her eyes widening. She covered her mouth and pointed at them both in disbelief.
"You..."
Wei Yu Meng, with her back to Zhan Mo Han, kept making frantic eye signals to Mu Lin Jing and mouthed the words:
"Help me."
Mu Lin Jing immediately snapped back to reality. She cleared her throat softly.
"I ordered takeout. Would you like to have some? You haven't eaten dinner either. President Zhan... President Zhan is here too. Do you want to join us..."
Before she could finish, Wei Yu Meng subtly pinched her waist. Mu Lin Jing abruptly swallowed the invitation for Zhan Mo Han to join them for a late-night snack.
Wei Yu Meng turned around, her expression cold.
"President Zhan, I've returned your wallet and cards. If there's nothing else, you can leave."
Zhan Mo Han straightened up unhurriedly. His long fingers fastened the last button on his suit jacket. As if in defiance of Wei Yu Meng, he, who usually never ate late-night snacks, shamelessly decided to stay.
"Alright, I haven't eaten dinner either."
Wei Yu Meng's pupils contracted sharply. She forced a smile, her refusal quite subtle.
"I'm sorry, President Zhan, we only ordered enough for two people."
"It's alright, we can order more if it's not enough."
Zhan Mo Han opened his wallet, pulled out a wad of cash, stuffed it into Mu Lin Jing's hand, and then strolled past them both, sitting down on the sofa in the living room.
Mu Lin Jing looked at the thick stack of red banknotes in her hand and glanced awkwardly at Wei Yu Meng, who was equally shocked.
She hunched her shoulders and, with a lack of backbone, said:
"For the sake of the money, why don't we... let President Zhan eat with us?"
Wei Yu Meng didn't want to eat with Zhan Mo Han, especially after what had almost happened between them earlier. It was awkward, and he shouldn't be here at this time.
"No need, I'm not hungry. I'm going to rest."
She said this and turned to close the door, but Mu Lin Jing grabbed her hand.
"Sister, you can't do this. I don't want to be alone with President Zhan, it's too awkward."
The sight of Zhan Mo Han's sharp gaze made her tremble.
"You're taking his money, not me. You've taken his money, so you have to put up with it."
Wei Yu Meng tried to close the door again, but Mu Lin Jing held her hand tightly.
Finally, Mu Lin Jing compromised: "How about this, I'll split the money with you. We'll go over together. After we eat, he should leave. And you opened the door, you invited the wolf in."
"I..." Wei Yu Meng suddenly realized she had no grounds to argue.
"And you don't want to eat, but your unborn child needs to eat!" Mu Lin Jing said this very softly, so softly that Zhan Mo Han, sitting on the sofa, couldn't possibly hear.
The mention of the child finally made Wei Yu Meng hesitate. She then reluctantly agreed.
"Alright, but after we eat, he has to leave. And you better not let him stay overnight."
Wei Yu Meng was terrified that after the late-night snack, Zhan Mo Han would give Mu Lin Jing more money and ask to stay the night. She would truly go mad.
Most importantly, she was most afraid of them losing control. If something were to happen between Zhan Mo Han and her again, it could be dangerous for the child in her womb.
Mu Lin Jing was shocked by Wei Yu Meng's words.
"I'd be crazy to let him stay overnight."
"That's good."
Wei Yu Meng finally agreed. The three of them sat on the sofa eating their late-night snack. Mu Lin Jing, considering Wei Yu Meng's recent pregnancy, had ordered relatively bland food.
Such as preserved egg and lean meat congee, grilled prawns, and pickled fish, because Wei Yu Meng seemed to have a particular craving for sour food lately.
The atmosphere was quite awkward. Wei Yu Meng remained silent, burying her head and eating. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk; firstly, they had just divorced, and they had no relationship now. Secondly, Zhan Mo Han already had Jiang Si Yu by his side.
If she were to get involved with him again, she would be the third party in someone else's relationship. After her incident with Xin Ran blew up, the public opinion had almost crushed her. Now that it had finally passed, she didn't want to cause herself more trouble.
Since the divorce, apart from the emotional torment of constantly thinking about him, there hadn't been much else. Her life had been relatively stable.
Wei Yu Meng's appetite was whetted by the pickled fish. She reached for a prawn again, but her hand had a cut from cutting vegetables the other day, making it inconvenient. She held her hand in mid-air for a long time, unable to think of a solution. Just as she was about to give up, the man in front of her suddenly asked:
"Want this?"
He pointed to the grilled prawns in front of him.
Wei Yu Meng nodded. "Yes, if I do it myself..."
Before she could finish, Zhan Mo Han picked up a prawn and began to peel it for her. Although his movements were a bit clumsy, he peeled it very diligently.
Mu Lin Jing, watching from the side, felt her barbecue suddenly lose its appeal. Was this really happening? Did President Zhan have such a caring side?
Or was this a side he only showed to people he liked? If President Zhan was truly this gentle and caring, then she felt Wei Yu Meng had made a mistake by divorcing him.
When Wei Yu Meng saw that Zhan Mo Han had finished peeling, she reached out to take it, but Zhan Mo Han dodged her hand.
She was stunned for a moment, looking at the man's deep, alluring eyes, which seemed capable of making one sink into them with just one glance.
As she stood there helplessly, the man brought the prawn to her lips and said in a low voice:
"Open your mouth."
"Ah?"
"Open your mouth." He repeated patiently.
Wei Yu Meng's cheeks instantly flushed. She reached out to take it.
"I'll do it myself. No need to trouble you, President Zhan."
"Open your mouth!" His patience was wearing thin.
Under his sharp, coercive gaze, Wei Yu Meng fearfully ate the prawn.
When Zhan Mo Han prepared to peel another one, Wei Yu Meng quickly pressed his hand.
"I'm not eating anymore. If you're finished, President Zhan, you should go home early. This is a place for women, and it's not good for a gentleman to be here so late at night."
"I paid for it." He said righteously, and then continued to peel shrimp.
What's more, he wouldn't let Wei Yu Meng's hands touch the shrimp. He peeled the entire plate and fed them all into her mouth.
Mu Lin Jing felt like she was suffering by taking the money. Even though these two were divorced, she had the illusion that they were showing affection. She was very hungry, but seeing President Zhan feed Wei Yu Meng prawns, peeling and feeding them by hand, she suddenly felt full.
Wei Yu Meng looked at the empty shells in the bowl and finally breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up and pointed to the clock on the wall.
"President Zhan, it's really late. If you go back late, Miss Jiang will be angry."
Her words caused Zhan Mo Han's mood, which had been somewhat pleasant, to darken. The movement of him wiping his hands with a tissue also paused, and he coldly lifted his eyelids.
"Wei Yu Meng, do you think the reason I divorced you was because of Jiang Si Yu?"
Did she still not understand the reason for their divorce even now?
Mu Lin Jing was still contemplating how to find an excuse to return to her room so they could talk alone. Suddenly, the atmosphere froze.
Wei Yu Meng's expression also changed instantly. She stood up. "President Zhan, regardless of who it was, we have no relationship now. Who you choose to be with is your business. Who I choose to be with is none of your concern. It's getting late, you should go back quickly."
Her indifferent attitude ignited a surge of anger in Zhan Mo Han's chest. He immediately stood up and walked in front of Wei Yu Meng, the two of them facing each other with hostility.
"Wei Yu Meng, should I praise you for being able to let go? You don't want my house, you don't want my money. Are you waiting for Xin Ran to support you? But I'm truly sorry, his current financial situation probably can't support you."
Upon hearing this, Wei Yu Meng's usually cold expression finally showed a flicker of emotion. She looked at Zhan Mo Han in disbelief.
"What do you mean?"