"You're quite something, keeping secrets from me now!"
Wei Yumeng naturally wouldn't let it go. She had a feeling that what Mu Linjing was hiding was related to her.
And if it was related to her, she had to know.
Mu Linjing quickly shielded her phone, "Yumeng, please spare me. I'm really doing this for your own good."
But just then, the phone chimed again. This time, it wasn't from Mu Linjing's phone, but from Wei Yumeng's.
Wei Yumeng instinctively took out her phone and glanced at it. When she saw the content, her eyes widened.
Someone had actually posted about her illness online, and there was even a video of her having an episode.
She didn't know where this information had come from, but she knew very well that it was all true.
"How could this happen? How could this happen?"
She had clearly not wanted to cause Zhan Mohan any more trouble, but why did it turn out this way?
Looking at the scornful comments from so many people, some even telling her to leave Zhan Mohan, saying a mentally ill person wasn't fit to be his wife.
Even more people dug up many past incidents to criticize her.
In short, in the eyes of the public, she was a burden who wasn't worth living in this world.
"Yumeng, are you okay?" Mu Linjing's voice trembled.
At this moment, Wei Yumeng's complexion was terrible. Her originally fair skin was now completely devoid of color.
Even her beautiful eyes had lost their usual radiance, replaced by despair.
"I... I really..."
"Yumeng, don't listen to their nonsense. These people are all like this, they love to watch the excitement and stir up trouble. You don't need to take their words to heart at all."
Despite Mu Linjing's words, Wei Yumeng clearly wasn't listening.
She was at a particularly fragile and sensitive point mentally. One word could lift her spirits, and another could send her plummeting into the abyss.
Moreover, the words of so many people online had become like sharp swords piercing Wei Yumeng's heart.
Wei Yumeng took a deep breath, feeling an unbearable sadness, not just mentally, but also physically.
She felt as if she was truly dying, just as those people had cursed.
Seeing Wei Yumeng's state, Mu Linjing was terrified and stammered, "Yumeng, you... don't scare me... are you feeling unwell? I... I'll call the doctor immediately."
But before she could finish speaking, Wei Yumeng finally couldn't hold on and fainted.
Upon learning of Wei Yumeng's condition, Zhan Mohan abandoned everything else and rushed home.
By then, the doctor had already examined Wei Yumeng.
"Doctor, how is Yumeng's condition?" Mu Linjing asked, her eyes filled with anxiety.
"She has suffered a significant shock, which has led to her physical and psychological discomfort. Unfortunately, her condition shows signs of deterioration."
"What can we do?"
"Don't worry, I will continue to treat Madam. However, she truly cannot endure any more such shocks. If it happens again, the consequences will be unimaginable."
As the doctor left, he passed by Zhan Mohan and Zhan Yichen.
Zhan Mohan entered the bedroom, his eyes filled with heartache as he looked at Wei Yumeng on the bed.
He held Wei Yumeng's hand, "Why has this happened?"
Zhan Yichen walked to his wife's side and gently patted Mu Linjing's shoulder to comfort her.
"It's... it's my fault. I didn't take good care of Yumeng. I should have watched her."
Mu Linjing finally couldn't help but cry.
Zhan Yichen held her, "Jingjing, it's not your fault. The problem lies with the person who leaked this."
Before coming here, Zhan Mohan had already asked Fang Xun to investigate the matter, and an answer should be available soon.
For the rest of the day, Zhan Mohan did not go to work, waiting for Wei Yumeng to wake up.
At least he wanted to be the first person she saw when she woke up, hoping to give her strength.
"Mr. Zhan, we have a result. The media outlet that leaked this is the well-known media, Fashion Gossip." Fang Xun said, a subtle expression on his face.
Fashion Gossip was considered one of the few most influential media outlets in the country. It had previously exposed many celebrity scandals and had them verified, earning audience trust.
Even the gossip industry abroad held them in high regard.
Even the Zhan Group might not be able to get them to retract news they had already published.
Zhan Mohan and Zhan Yichen both frowned. This was indeed difficult to handle, but if the matter was allowed to fester, the impact on Wei Yumeng would only deepen.
"I also found something else. The publisher of this news is named... Zhou Fei."
"Zhou Fei?"
Zhan Mohan and Zhan Yichen reacted simultaneously.
Zhan Mohan had a past project collaboration with Zhou Fei. At that time, Zhou Fei was not with Fashion Gossip. Later, the project ran into problems, and it was discovered that someone on Zhou Fei's side had embezzled funds, leading to loopholes in the project.
Under Zhan Mohan's investigation, Zhou Fei and others were eventually brought to court.
Naturally, the Zhan Group won in the end, but it had brought great hardship to Zhou Fei.
It was hard not to speculate that this was Zhou Fei's deliberate act of revenge for what happened in the past.
"Brother, let me go see him. Compared to you, he doesn't have as much animosity towards me, so it should be easier to negotiate."
Zhan Yichen had no intention of letting Zhan Mohan go alone. Since they had a grudge, and the other party held Zhan Mohan's leverage, this was dangerous.
It was hard to say if the other party would deliberately make unreasonable demands for Zhan Mohan to fulfill.
However, Zhan Mohan didn't think so. "Since Zhou Fei is targeting me, then only I can resolve this. Moreover, I can't just watch Yumeng deteriorate further."
As he said this, he looked tenderly at the still sleeping Wei Yumeng and tidied her hair.
After a long while, he stood up and said to Zhan Yichen and Mu Linjing.
"Yumeng will be in your care for now. Please look after her for me. I will resolve this as soon as possible."
Zhan Yichen and Mu Linjing naturally agreed, and Zhan Mohan left with peace of mind.
For some reason, as they watched Zhan Mohan's retreating back, the worry in their hearts grew like a rolling snowball.
However, they sincerely hoped that everything would go smoothly.
"Fang Xun, contact Zhou Fei. Tell him I want to see him."
"Understood." Fang Xun immediately called Zhou Fei, but for a long time, no one answered.
Later, Zhou Fei sent Fang Xun a message: "Is this how you negotiate? If there's anything, have your Zhan Zong contact me himself."
Zhan Mohan thought for a moment, then personally dialed Zhou Fei's number.
"It's me, Zhan Mohan."