The rest of the visit was completed with Zhan Mohan accompanying them. Although Wei Yumeng tried her best to ease the atmosphere, a subtle tension constantly lingered between them.
This made the inspection, which was not long in duration, feel mentally and physically exhausting for Wei Yumeng.
But things had already come to this point. She still wanted to find an opportunity to tell Zhan Mohan about her and Song Yifan's past. What would that situation be like?
Just thinking about it gave Wei Yumeng a headache.
"Mr. Zhan, Miss Wei, today's inspection has truly opened my eyes. It is our fortune to be able to cooperate with your esteemed company."
As Song Yifan spoke, his gaze landed on Wei Yumeng.
In reality, what he felt was a fortune was the opportunity to work with Wei Yumeng.
Zhan Mohan sensed Song Yifan's gaze and stepped forward, shielding Wei Yumeng behind him. "You are too kind. I only hope that our future projects will proceed smoothly and not be disturbed by matters unrelated to work."
Zhan Mohan's meaning was clear: if Song Yifan was truly there for work, he was welcome.
But if it was for reasons unrelated to work, he would not allow the situation to escalate further.
Song Yifan could also see Zhan Mohan's growing impatience. As a business partner, he should consider the other party's feelings.
Thus, he took the initiative to leave. "Mr. Zhan, Miss Wei, I am very happy with today's inspection. I hope our future cooperation will be even smoother."
His words were not just a blessing, but also a response to Zhan Mohan.
Although he did have other intentions, he could not reveal them at this moment.
Despite the inspection's rhythm being disrupted by Zhan Mohan's presence, the project officially began as planned.
Wei Yumeng also dedicated herself wholeheartedly to her work. Regardless of anything else, since she had taken on this responsibility, she was obligated to do it well.
Everything seemed no different from usual work, yet it was profoundly different. The reason for this was the people she was collaborating with.
Whenever Wei Yumeng was with Song Yifan, she would be reminded of their past together.
Some memories were so vivid that she herself couldn't distinguish between truth and falsehood, yet they still held a significant place in her heart.
"Yumeng?"
Wei Yumeng snapped back to attention, realizing she had lost focus for the umpteenth time.
Song Yifan looked at Wei Yumeng with a gentle, concerned gaze.
"What's wrong? I feel like your state hasn't been very good today."
"I'm sorry." Wei Yumeng didn't know how to explain.
Should she say it was all because of Song Yifan?
She thought she had moved past the shackles of past memories, only to realize how naive she had been.
"If you really don't feel well, we can discuss it another day. I have no other projects here, and plenty of time to handle this matter."
"No, really." Wei Yumeng shook her head.
She didn't want her personal matters to affect the progress of the entire project.
She always felt that Song Yifan was much more adept at dealing with past events than she was.
Although Song Yifan would occasionally bring up past events unintentionally, he could let go and move on, appearing unburdened.
Unlike her, the mere thought of those things always brought about a strange feeling.
"I truly admire you for being able to act as if nothing happened," Wei Yumeng said. "I wish I could also let go of those things."
Song Yifan was slightly taken aback. "You think so?"
"Isn't it?"
At least, that was Wei Yumeng's initial impression. Song Yifan always seemed at ease in front of her, while she felt restless.
"I haven't let go of those things at all. On the contrary, I remember them all. I remember every little thing about you. In fact, during the time we were apart, there wasn't a single moment I wasn't thinking of you. This constant reflection only strengthened those memories, making them unforgettable."
However, Song Yifan had no regrets. He was waiting for an opportunity to return here.
These words also reminded Wei Yumeng of what had already been proven during the company inspection.
Now, her words seemed somewhat offensive to Song Yifan.
"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that. Honestly, I don't know why, but my mind gets so chaotic whenever I see you. I..."
Song Yifan reached out and took Wei Yumeng's hand. "The reason your mind is in a turmoil is because you still have a place for me in your heart, right? Actually, if you are willing, I can..."
"No, that's not what I meant." Wei Yumeng pulled her hand away. "Please don't misunderstand. I know the past is in the past. Perhaps I just need some time to think things through properly."
Wei Yumeng took a deep breath. She had to focus on her work, absolutely!
Just then, there was a knock on the office door.
"Who is it?"
"Yumeng, it's me." It was Zhan Mohan's voice.
Wei Yumeng walked over and opened the door for Zhan Mohan. He was holding two bento boxes.
Wei Yumeng then remembered that they had been discussing work and had long passed the usual mealtime.
Zhan Mohan placed the bento boxes on the table, handing one to Song Yifan, the business partner, and personally bringing the other to Wei Yumeng.
"It's sushi."
Seeing the food in the bento box, Wei Yumeng's eyes lit up with a hint of surprise.
She had only casually mentioned wanting to eat sushi before, never expecting Zhan Mohan to actually remember.
However, when she looked at Song Yifan's box, it contained ordinary rice and good dishes.
"Mohan, shouldn't we..."
Wei Yumeng felt it was inappropriate for only her to be eating Japanese food.
But Zhan Mohan paid no attention to Song Yifan. He simply picked up a piece himself and brought it to Wei Yumeng's lips. "This is from the shop you've been talking about. Try it."
Wei Yumeng reached out, wanting to eat it herself, but Zhan Mohan wouldn't budge and insisted on feeding her.
Wei Yumeng had no choice but to open her mouth and take a bite.
"How is it?" Zhan Mohan looked at her, appearing to be in a good mood.
Wei Yumeng nodded. "It's as delicious as I imagined. You try it too."
Wei Yumeng also picked up a piece and fed it to Zhan Mohan, her movements so practiced.
Although Wei Yumeng had initially felt a bit conscious of Song Yifan's presence, as time went on, Zhan Mohan's presence made her completely at ease.
The subtle atmosphere in the office had completely dissipated.
Song Yifan watched the two of them, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He understood what Wei Yumeng had said earlier. Perhaps all that remained for him was a lingering attachment to the past.
And Wei Yumeng herself was acutely aware of this.
But it was this lingering attachment that prevented Wei Yumeng from letting go as quickly as she could.
However, Wei Yumeng's feelings for him had undoubtedly vanished. Wei Yumeng was now Zhan Mohan's wife. Should he give up?