Even though Wei Yumeng’s previous meeting with Qiu Zhun had ended unhappily, she still had no intention of giving up easily.
So in the days that followed, she would always find time to visit Qiu Zhun.
Sometimes she would even help Qiu Zhun tidy up and cook, all just to get him to calmly listen to her explanation and give her and Zhan Mohan a chance.
At first, Qiu Zhun’s attitude towards her was cold, but as time went by, his attitude towards Wei Yumeng had softened considerably.
“I made a few simple dishes today, I hope they suit your taste,” Wei Yumeng said, taking off her apron and sitting down.
Qiu Zhun looked at Wei Yumeng, his eyes filled with helplessness.
“Miss Wei, you really don’t have to do this.”
Wei Yumeng just smiled at him: “I did this of my own free will. If you still believe Mohan caused Miss Wen’s death, then this is my compensation to you.
I can do this until you are satisfied. Of course, I would be even more welcoming if you are willing to calm down and communicate with us.”
Qiu Zhun sighed. Seeing the woman he once loved do this, how could he heartlessly continue to insist?
“Alright, I’m willing to give you a chance. Xue Shan was the person I loved most, so I can’t completely let this matter go. If Zhan Mohan is not the sinner who caused Xue Shan’s death, then please give me a more reasonable explanation.”
Wei Yumeng was immediately relieved to hear Qiu Zhun’s words: “Don’t worry, I will definitely give you a reasonable explanation.”
She felt that her anxious mood over this period finally had an anchor.
However, what she needed to do next was not to investigate, but to think about how to make Qiu Zhun accept the truth of the matter.
The temporary calm also made Wei Yumeng’s mood much better, and she even hummed a tune unconsciously while cleaning at home.
“Yumeng, you seem to be in a good mood.”
Zhan Mohan walked over, put his arm around Wei Yumeng’s waist, and took the broom from her hand: “Let the servants do this kind of thing in the future.”
“Mohan, I actually went to see Manager Qiu again today.”
Zhan Mohan frowned. He actually did not agree with Wei Yumeng being so close to Qiu Zhun during this time.
But thinking that it was all because of his affairs, he had to endure it.
“He promised to give us time to clarify this matter and give him a reasonable answer,” Wei Yumeng’s eyes showed a trace of sadness.
“Although I am still not sure if he can accept the truth, we can delay as much as possible. I think time will eventually dilute everything, and then I will find a suitable opportunity to tell him, and perhaps he will be able to accept it.”
Wei Yumeng could only do this, because even if she managed to deceive Qiu Zhun with lies, he would definitely find out the truth someday.
By then, even if Qiu Zhun let go of Wen Xue Shan, he would surely hate them again for being deceived.
Qiu Zhun’s concession also meant that he had thought things through a lot after these few days of consideration, and thus returned to his work and life.
At least he needed to keep himself alive to await the result that Wei Yumeng was about to give him.
Wei Yumeng originally thought that this matter could be temporarily put aside, but she did not expect that an accident would still happen.
Two days later, a large number of photos of Zhan Mohan and Wen Xue Shan suddenly broke out online. In the photos, the two looked like they had a good relationship, walking together, driving together, and drinking together in bars.
Everyone who saw the photos believed that their relationship must not have been simple.
After all, how could Zhan Mohan, who was cold to outsiders, do these things with Wen Xue Shan?
“Are these photos real?”
“They are real, I have checked them with software, and there are no signs of Photoshop.”
“If that’s the case, then Wen Xue Shan’s death might really be related to President Zhan. I thought it was just a coincidence that President Zhan appeared at the scene before.”
Looking at the comments and the photos, Wei Yumeng felt her whole body trembling.
Disappointment? Anger? Or some other feeling?
She believed in Zhan Mohan so much, yet she didn’t know about these things.
Each of these photos seemed to be mocking her, that she was so easily deceived by Zhan Mohan, and even did so many things for him, just hoping to get an explanation from Qiu Zhun.
At this moment, Wei Yumeng felt lost.
What was she to Zhan Mohan?
Just then, Zhan Mohan came home from work. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Wei Yumeng sitting in the living room.
“Why are you still awake so late?” Zhan Mohan, as usual, intended to give Wei Yumeng a kiss.
As a result, Wei Yumeng pushed him away, her eyes even showing a hint of anger.
Zhan Mohan then realized something was wrong: “What’s wrong?”
“Mohan, tell me, what exactly is your relationship with Wen Xue Shan, and what happened before she died?”
Zhan Mohan was somewhat confused: “I already told you about this before, are there any other problems?”
Seeing Zhan Mohan’s demeanor, Wei Yumeng handed him the news: “Look at it yourself.”
Zhan Mohan then saw the news for the first time.
These photos were indeed real, but they were all taken that day when he deliberately got close to Wen Xue Shan to make her let down her guard.
He just didn’t expect that someone would take them.
“You’re not going to tell me at this point that these photos are fake, are you?”
“No, the photos are real, but…”
As Zhan Mohan was about to explain, Wei Yumeng stopped him: “So, you admit that you and Wen Xue Shan did have a relationship? In that case, everything you told me about Wen Xue Shan before she died was also a lie?”
Zhan Mohan wanted to reach out and pull Wei Yumeng, but she shook him off.
“Yumeng, calm down. The photos are real, but the truth is not what you think. That day, in order to clarify the matter, I deliberately got close to her, wanting her to confess everything.
As you already know, after she admitted her wrongdoings, she also realized the emotional conflict and drove herself to a dead end.”
But Wei Yumeng still looked at him with suspicion.
How could she easily believe the man in front of her now? Wen Xue Shan was no longer in this world, so no matter what Zhan Mohan said, no one would know the truth.
If everything in the photos was fake, why didn’t Zhan Mohan tell her about these plans when she first asked him?
Why did he have to wait until the news broke with these photos to explain?
“Yumeng, don’t be like this.” Zhan Mohan looked at Wei Yumeng, his heart also feeling uneasy.
But Wei Yumeng looked at him, stepping back step by step, and finally opened the door and rushed out of the house.
She needed to calm down and think about what she should do in the future.