Feng Shi Ming stared at Zhan Mo Han in disbelief, gasping, "Mo Han Ge Ge, you can't do this to me?"
Zhan Mo Han's expression was cold, devoid of any emotion, like a grim阎罗 (Yan Luo), someone not to be approached.
Wen Yu Lan didn't even dare to plead for Feng Shi Ming. She finally understood that Wei Yu Meng was now his soft spot, a boundary no one could cross without incurring his wrath.
Seeing that the servants hadn't moved, Zhan Mo Han swept a chilling gaze over them, which terrified the servants.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and send Miss Feng back to her room. Except for food and drink, no one is allowed to visit her."
Feng Shi Ming's heart clenched. This was exactly how her grandfather had treated her.
The servants dared not disobey Zhan Mo Han. They could only steel themselves and step forward.
"Miss Feng, please return to your room."
Feng Shi Ming, still quite stubborn, stiffened her neck and shouted.
"I want to call Grandpa out to judge this matter. I don't believe Grandpa will agree with you doing this!"
The man's brows furrowed, his gaze heavy, with a hint of coldness.
"Grandpa is resting now and doesn't have time to deal with your affairs."
Seeing that Zhan Mo Han had spoken, the servants knew there was no room for negotiation. They exchanged glances with each other, then two of them stepped forward.
"Miss Feng, please forgive us."
Without further ado, they grabbed Feng Shi Ming's shoulders and dragged her directly back to her room.
Feng Shi Ming struggled unwillingly, shouting, "I'm not going back to my room! Mo Han Ge Ge, you will regret this! That woman will destroy you sooner or later!"
Her resentful voice echoed in the hallway until the door was shut.
Zhan Mo Han's murderous eyes briefly swept over Wen Yu Lan. Wen Yu Lan quickly retreated into her room, not daring to say a word, nor mentioning Zhan Mo Han's unauthorized departure.
Fang Xun felt that President Zhan's aura was overwhelming at the moment; a single glance or word could easily intimidate anyone.
He stepped forward, "President Zhan, we now..."
"Where is Wei Yu Meng?"
Fang Xun had been investigating while standing nearby and had already found the answer. He had already guessed that after handling matters here, President Zhan would surely look for his wife.
He replied fluently, "She's back at Mu Lin Jing's place."
"Let's go." The man turned and prepared to go downstairs.
"President Zhan, but you disobeyed Grandpa's orders by looking for your wife privately. Won't that..."
"I will naturally explain things to Grandpa," the man said, his brows stern. He strode out of the Zhan family mansion.
Wei Yu Meng had just returned to Mu Lin Jing's place. Mu Lin Jing was completely unaware of what had happened to her today. When she saw Wei Yu Meng, she was naturally shocked.
"Yu Meng, why are you back?"
Chu Zi An escorted her in, "It's a long story. She'll tell you later."
Mu Lin Jing noticed Wei Yu Meng's pale complexion and Chu Zi An's somber expression. She realized something must have happened and quickly moved aside, letting them in.
She poured a cup of water for Chu Zi An and Wei Yu Meng.
"What happened? Didn't you go to the Zhan family with President Zhan?"
"Don't even mention it. Wen Yu Lan and that Feng Shi Ming almost sent her to the hospital for an abortion. She was already on the operating table. Fortunately, she ran into Yang Tao, who saved her. Otherwise, you might be visiting her in the hospital right now."
Chu Zi An was exasperated. Carrying a child was truly fraught with peril, with dangers lurking constantly.
Mu Lin Jing was shocked, "Then... what about President Zhan?"
"Zhan Mo Han was locked in the attic by Old Master Zhan because he insisted on keeping the child in my womb."
Mentioning this, she felt extremely uneasy, unsure if Fang Xun had already released him.
Mu Lin Jing never expected so many things to happen in just one day.
Just as she was about to speak, a knock sounded at the door again.
Mu Lin Jing's back stiffened, and they exchanged glances.
"Could it be Feng Shi Ming and Wen Yu Lan looking for us?"
Chu Zi An was the first to get up, "You two go inside. I'll go see."
Mu Lin Jing nodded and, supporting Wei Yu Meng, they went into the room.
Chu Zi An walked to the door and asked.
"Who is it?"
"Zhan Mo Han." The man's voice was deep and cold.
Hearing Zhan Mo Han's voice, Chu Zi An finally relaxed and opened the door. The man's tall, slender figure stood at the doorway, exuding a clean, crisp aura, his gaze sharp. He opened his mouth and asked.
"Where is Wei Yu Meng?"
The man's arrogant and unbridled tone greatly displeased Chu Zi An. He raised his hand to block Zhan Mo Han.
"Zhan Mo Han, do you think this is your house, that you can just walk in?"
The man had no time to argue with Chu Zi An. His gaze, sharp as a blade, fell on Chu Zi An's face.
"And do you think this is your house?"
Chu Zi An was instantly speechless. He suddenly felt that he was no match for Zhan Mo Han. But at such a crucial moment, how could he lose face?
He braced himself and replied, "The person I like is here. Is that not allowed?"
The man let out a sneer, full of provocation.
"I'm sorry, my wife is here."
Chu Zi An gritted his teeth and said furiously, "Zhan Mo Han, you are shameless!"
"Not as much as you," the man said dismissively, curling his lips. He then completely ignored Chu Zi An's anger and walked past him towards Wei Yu Meng's room.
"You..." Chu Zi An watched as he began to knock on the door. He could only stiffly lower his raised hand, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face. "You're too casual."
Wei Yu Meng opened the door immediately upon hearing Zhan Mo Han's voice. She saw the tall, slender man standing at the doorway, his body seeming to carry the night wind, his clothes slightly ruffled, looking travel-worn.
The moment she saw Zhan Mo Han, she couldn't articulate her feelings – surprise, or perhaps her uncertain heart finally finding its place.
She had never wanted to see him so desperately. Her pupils trembled slightly.
"You... you're out?"
Zhan Mo Han let out a low chuckle. The sharpness in his brows softened for a moment upon seeing her, and a deep, low laugh escaped his throat.
"Didn't you ask Fang Xun to let me out?"
"But, Old Master Zhan, did he... permit you to come out?"
Wei Yu Meng knew how angry and resolute Old Master Zhan had been when he locked him up. How could he easily let him out?
Zhan Mo Han reached out and pinched her cheek. "Why, after only a few hours apart, do you seem to miss me so much?"
Clearly, he was reluctant to mention what happened at the Zhan family. Wei Yu Meng also knew that he wouldn't normally joke with her like this, especially not under these circumstances.
But with him posing such a question, how was she supposed to answer?
The man tilted his head slightly, his deep eyes glancing at Mu Lin Jing, who was staring blankly behind Wei Yu Meng.
"Why don't you have the foresight to see that she has something private to tell me?"
Mu Lin Jing: "..."
Fine, she'd leave.