Wei Yumeng felt so angry she could barely breathe, her whole body trembling.
If Zhan Mohan hadn't helped her sit down, she might have fainted from anger.
“Yumeng, I know what you saw just now was a huge shock, so much so that you can't think rationally. Can we give each other some time to calm down?”
Zhan Mohan suggested, “I will also provide evidence to prove that everything between me and Wang Fang is a misunderstanding and explain it all clearly to you.”
Wei Yumeng took a deep breath, which helped her feel slightly better.
“Alright, I’ll give you another chance. But before you prove everything, let’s sleep separately.”
Wei Yumeng said, turned, and went into the room, locking the door from the inside.
Even being in the same space with Zhan Mohan now made her feel uncomfortable.
Wei Yumeng sat on the bed and, in a fit of rage, threw everything within her reach onto the floor.
She was angry at Zhan Mohan and also angry at herself.
Angry at herself for seeing so clearly yet still giving Zhan Mohan a chance to explain.
Angry at herself for still holding onto a sliver of hope.
Finally, she started to cry. Why did fate have to treat her this way?
Just then, her phone rang, but Wei Yumeng, lost in her anger and sadness, had no mood to answer it.
However, the ringing persisted with unwavering determination, ringing again.
Wei Yumeng picked up her phone impatiently and saw the name: Song Yifan.
“Yumeng, you finally answered. I was a bit worried about you. Are you alright?”
Wei Yumeng took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions. “I’m fine. You worried too much.”
However, Song Yifan was silent for a long moment before speaking again.
“You’re still the same, swallowing all your sadness inside.”
Song Yifan began to guess Wei Yumeng’s feelings, “You’re very angry and sad right now, aren’t you? Perhaps you even doubt yourself.”
Wei Yumeng was speechless. Song Yifan understood her too well.
“Yumeng, I told you, no matter what happens, I’m willing to go through it with you. So, you can vent your bad moods to me. Don’t keep them to yourself.”
As soon as Song Yifan finished speaking, Wei Yumeng finally burst into tears.
“Although Mohan denied their relationship, I believe what I saw more. I know I should make the right choice and leave this man who has betrayed me.
But I… I just can’t take that step. I even… even hold onto a sliver of hope. I’m hopeless, aren’t I?”
“No,” Song Yifan said firmly. “This just shows that you truly care about this relationship. It has nothing to do with whether you’re hopeless or not.
Yumeng, you are the most capable and decisive woman I’ve ever met. To suddenly encounter something like this, anyone would find it hard to react rationally. So, what you need to do is calm yourself down first, and then think about this, okay?”
“You say… the matter between Mohan and Wang Fang, is it true?” Wei Yumeng asked. She wanted to know how others viewed it.
Song Yifan was silent, seeming to ponder.
After a long time, he finally spoke, “I’m afraid that from my perspective, they do seem quite intimate.”
“I understand.”
At least Wei Yumeng could prove to herself that she wasn't being unreasonable. Anyone who saw such a scene would inevitably overthink it.
“Yumeng, I know this might sound irresponsible at this moment, but I still want to tell you, if you and Mr. Zhan can’t continue, perhaps you could consider me…”
…
Zhan Mohan didn’t know Wei Yumeng was on the phone with Song Yifan in her room. He sat on the sofa with a frown, impatiently fiddling with the remote control.
Fang Xun didn't know what had happened. He had just put down the things Zhan Mohan had asked him to bring.
“Mr. Zhan, where is Madam?”
Zhan Mohan didn't reply, only glancing at the door of Wei Yumeng’s room.
Fang Xun understood. “Then I’ll deliver this bag to Madam. After all, it’s a limited edition that Mr. Zhan worked so hard to get.”
However, Zhan Mohan stopped him. “Keep the bag with you for now. No need to deliver it yet.”
As he said this, Zhan Mohan felt a pang of sadness. He didn’t want their relationship to become like this.
“How is the investigation into Wang Fang’s matter progressing?”
Fang Xun shook his head. “Everyone present that night can confirm that you left with Miss Wang. As for where you went or what you did, no one knows.”
Zhan Mohan’s brow furrowed even tighter. He had investigated for so long, only to get this result.
“You can go. I want to be alone.”
Zhan Mohan said, dropping the remote and heading to his study.
Fang Xun looked at the limited edition bag and sighed. This scene was most likely a quarrel between Zhan Mohan and Wei Yumeng.
However, he had also anticipated this day. The relationship between Zhan Mohan and Wang Fang was indeed too ambiguous, making people’s imaginations run wild.
But no matter how much he worried here, it wouldn’t help.
So, he took the bag and left the Zhan residence.
“Fang Xun!”
As soon as he stepped out the door, Fang Xun heard a voice that made him feel disgusted. It was Wang Fang.
The reason for his disgust was that this voice had been haunting his ears recently.
Moreover, it was never for any serious matter, and occasionally she would deliberately make him run errands, acting like a queen, which was unbearable.
“Miss Wang, what are you doing here?”
Wang Fang smiled at him. “Of course, I’m here to see the future home for Mo Han and me. After all, I’ll be entering the Zhan family sooner or later, and I have the right to take a look.”
Fang Xun scoffed inwardly. He didn’t think Wang Fang would succeed so easily.
Besides, Zhan Mohan didn’t like Wang Fang at all. She was the one who kept clinging to him with a sweet smile.
Fang Xun didn’t want to deal with her anymore. He opened his car door, intending to leave.
“You’re leaving?” Wang Fang leaned closer.
“Yes, I’m just an employee, and I have my work hours.”
“That’s perfect. Give me a ride. It costs at least tens of yuan to get to my place from here.”
Wang Fang said to herself and directly got into Fang Xun’s car.
Fang Xun didn’t want to give her a ride at all, but now he couldn’t force her out.
Fang Xun rolled his eyes. He really wanted to find an excuse to abandon Wang Fang halfway.
“This bag is limited edition, it’s so beautiful.”
“Don’t touch it carelessly. This is a gift from Mr. Zhan to Madam, and it’s temporarily with me. If it gets damaged, you’ll be in big trouble.”
As soon as she heard it was a gift from Zhan Mohan to Wei Yumeng, Wang Fang felt a surge of jealousy. She looked at the bag and a cold smile curved her lips.