Wei Yumeng never expected to run into Zhan Mohan here. The panic in her heart began to dissipate the moment she saw him.
She tugged at Mu Linjing's hand, a smile on her lips.
"Don't worry, President Zhan is here. He won't abandon us."
Mu Linjing nodded. "Mm."
The owner of the bar immediately scurried over, his fawning demeanor truly obsequious. But then again, who could blame him when President Zhan had such influence?
Zhan Mohan didn't even lift his eyelids as he walked directly towards Wei Yumeng and her companions. His dark eyes were deep and shadowed, his usually cold face devoid of emotion.
"Who gave you the audacity to force yourselves on someone in public?"
His tone was accusatory, exuding an air of superiority, yet it didn't feel out of place. It was as if the man was born a king, destined for reverence.
The women who had been grabbing Wei Yumeng just moments ago were practically frozen in place upon seeing Zhan Mohan. Their eyes were fixed on him, predatory.
Wei Yumeng glanced back at the women. Had they taken a liking to Zhan Mohan?
Zhao Qiansheng, unaware of Zhan Mohan's background, assumed he was just some young master from a wealthy family, and that everyone here was his subordinate. He thought if his own dominance faltered now, he wouldn't be able to maintain his reputation in this area.
He tilted his head up, forcing himself to suppress the fear he felt towards the man.
"And who are you? Popping out of nowhere. Are these two girls yours?"
Zhan Mohan raised an eyebrow, looking down at Zhao Qiansheng with disdain. His gaze was sharp and penetrating.
"Does it concern you?"
"Of course, it concerns me! This... she's mine now." Zhao Qiansheng raised his hand, intending to point at Wei Yumeng.
Zhan Mohan's eyes narrowed, dark pupils flashing with anger. In the next second, he grabbed Zhao Qiansheng's hand, and the sound of bones cracking echoed.
"Ah... It hurts so much!"
The others couldn't hold back any longer and prepared to attack Zhan Mohan.
Zhao Qiansheng, bent over with his hand clutched in pain, let out a roar.
"Beat him up, damn it!"
The men rolled up their sleeves, ready to charge. But for some reason, as soon as they saw the malevolence in Zhan Mohan's eyes, which seemed to pierce their very souls, some of them lost their nerve before even starting.
Zhao Qiansheng looked at the hesitant men beside him.
"Are you deaf? What are you afraid of? This is our territory. Can these two people really cause trouble?"
"Your territory?" A faint smile, barely perceptible, curved the man's lips. It made his imposing presence even more sinister and chilling. He beckoned to the owner. "You tell him, whose territory this is."
The owner was already so terrified he wished he could roll up into a ball and disappear.
He stammered, "Brother Sheng... Brother Sheng, all the shops on this street belong to President Zhan. You should quickly kneel and apologize to President Zhan."
Zhao Mosheng looked at the owner in shock, disbelief etched on his face.
"What did you say? All this territory belongs to him!"
"Yes. President Zhan had never been here before. Besides, I didn't know you would provoke him."
The owner had witnessed Zhan Mohan's fury before, nearly getting a troublemaker killed here. That person hadn't been seen around since.
He never expected President Zhan to show up again after so many years. Zhao Qiansheng was truly unlucky. It was clear that this woman had an unusual relationship with President Zhan.
Zhao Qiansheng's face turned rigid. He suddenly didn't know what to do.
This man's background was surprisingly complex. He had thought he was just some rich young master. After all, he had been active in this area for so long.
Mu Linjing, seeing Zhao Qiansheng cower, didn't forget to complain to Zhan Mohan.
"President Zhan, this man was forcing Yumeng to drink just now and wouldn't let us leave!"
The man's gaze sharpened, his anger clearly escalating.
"Is that so? Since you like making people drink so much, how about this: however many people you have here, that's how many bottles of liquor he has to finish before he can leave."
The crowd gasped.
This was too cruel. There were forty or fifty people present. One bottle each would mean drinking so much it could be fatal.
The owner was terrified by this. It was even more frightening than beating Zhao Qiansheng severely.
Someone tried to intercede for Zhao Qiansheng.
"Pre... President Zhan, Brother Sheng didn't know you knew these two young ladies. Can you be merciful and not make him drink so much?"
Zhan Mohan casually opened a bottle of beer from a nearby table, his gaze piercing.
"Then how about you drink it for him?"
The person who spoke up for Zhao Qiansheng immediately retreated. No one present dared to utter another word.
Zhan Mohan turned to Fang Xun and instructed, "You stay and keep an eye on them. If anyone dares to disobey, this place doesn't need to open anymore."
With those words, even the owner wouldn't dare to ignore it. He would have to ensure Zhao Qiansheng finished his drinks.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling as if he had just been on a roller coaster. How could he be so unlucky?
Fang Xun acknowledged, "Yes."
Zhan Mohan's gaze fell upon Wei Yumeng, his voice cold, tinged with suppressed anger.
"Are you still planning to hang out here with them?"
Mu Linjing nudged Wei Yumeng. Only then did Wei Yumeng react. The two of them followed Zhan Mohan out.
Once in the car, Wei Yumeng shivered uncontrollably. Perhaps it was from fear, or perhaps due to the weather. Her face was pale.
Zhan Mohan turned on the car's heater.
The atmosphere inside the car wasn't much better. Mu Linjing sat in the back seat, too afraid to move. She felt that President Zhan seemed angry, but she didn't know why.
She spoke up, "President Zhan, Yumeng and I can take a taxi back. We won't trouble you."
Zhan Mohan replied expressionlessly.
"If you want to take a taxi, then take one. She has to stay."
Mu Linjing froze, looking at Wei Yumeng with confusion, but she didn't dare to ask Zhan Mohan why.
Even looking at Zhan Mohan made her feel unnerved. His aura was even more imposing than during their usual meetings.
Wei Yumeng absolutely did not want to be left alone to face Zhan Mohan. Anyone could tell he was in a bad mood. With Mu Linjing present, he might still restrain himself from lashing out.
If Mu Linjing left, she would truly be on her own.
She tightly gripped Mu Linjing's hand. "Why don't President Zhan take us both home?"
Mu Linjing dared not let Zhan Mohan take her home. She struggled to break free from Wei Yumeng's grasp.
"No... no need. Yumeng, I'll take a taxi back. President Zhan must have something to discuss with you. I'll be going now."
With that, she turned and yanked open the car door, running off at lightning speed, disappearing in a flash.
Wei Yumeng slumped her head. This girl was truly heartless.
Zhan Mohan pressed the unlock button and said in a deep voice, "Sit in the front."
His voice was low and sharp, brooking no argument.
"No need. I'm quite comfortable sitting here." Wei Yumeng didn't want to sit in the front and face his grim expression. She had to admit, she was a little intimidated right now.
"I don't want to say it a second time!"
Wei Yumeng had no choice but to move to the front. The moment she closed the car door, Zhan Mohan's tall frame leaned over her. His gaze was oppressively intense. She instinctively tried to shrink back, but her back was already against the car door, with nowhere left to retreat.
The man's breath permeated her lungs, and Zhan Mohan could feel her body stiffen slightly.
He raised her chin with his fingertips. "Are you impatient to cheat on me? You still dare to come to these mixers behind my back?"
If Fang Xun hadn't told him about Wei Yumeng and Chu Zi'an today, he might not even have thought to ask about her whereabouts. And tonight, this woman would likely have been in grave danger. By noon tomorrow, the media would be vying to report on the Zhan family's young madam consorting with a bunch of riff-raff, and being raped.
The mere thought of the consequences made the rage in his chest impossible to suppress.
Wei Yumeng's brows furrowed in pain. She struggled to speak and explain.
"It wasn't me... Can you let go of me first!"
"It's easy for me to let go. If it were those people just now, do you think they would have let you go so easily?"
Zhan Mohan saw the aggrieved look on her face, her eyes on the verge of tears. He finally released her, but his expression grew even darker, a chilling aura enveloping Wei Yumeng.
She finally managed to catch her breath and explained to Zhan Mohan.
"Mu Linjing dragged me there. If I had known it would be so chaotic, I would never have gone."
The man glanced at her askance. "You're quite good at finding excuses. Did Chu Zi'an also force you?"
Wei Yumeng was a bit bewildered. Why was Chu Zi'an being brought up again?
"I have nothing to do with Chu Zi'an. Can you stop bringing other men into this whenever something happens to me?"