Zhan Mohan had just finished a call with Old Master Zhan when Fang Xun, who overheard it, learned that the young couple was asked to return early for dinner, as guests were expected.
"Mr. Zhan, do you need me to arrange less work for Mrs. today?"
"I'll call her first to see."
Zhan Mohan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and dialed Wei Yumeng's mobile, but no one answered for a long time. He tried again, only to find that she had turned off her phone.
His brow furrowed. Seeing Zhan Mohan's grim expression, Fang Xun cautiously asked, "Did Mrs. hang up on you?"
"She turned off her phone. Go to her department and see if she's there."
"Yes."
When Fang Xun returned, his expression was grim. "The employees said that Mrs. and Mu Linjing were sent by Ning Tao to the Shangri-La Hotel to negotiate a contract with Hu Zhongcai. They've been gone for an hour and haven't returned. Mu Linjing's phone is also off."
Zhan Mohan's face suddenly became covered in frost. "You go downstairs and get the car. We're going to the Shangri-La Hotel immediately."
With that, the man quickly grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and strode out. Fang Xun followed closely, fearing that Mrs. and Mu Linjing might be in danger.
As Zhan Mohan stepped out of his office, he saw Feng Shiming, who called out to him. "Mo Han gege, Grandpa asked us to go back for dinner today. Where are you going?"
However, Zhan Mohan didn't even turn his head, disappearing like a gust of wind. Feng Shiming's delicate eyebrows knitted tightly, her eyes flashing with venom, cold and terrifying. Was he in such a hurry to find Wei Yumeng? But it wouldn't matter even if he went now. Hu Zhongcai should have succeeded long ago. It would be good if he saw such a disgraceful scene now; it would only make him angrier, and he might even propose divorce to Wei Yumeng tomorrow. This was exactly what she wanted to see.
Zhan Mohan drove, with Fang Xun sitting in the passenger seat, his face pale with fear. He gripped the armrest tightly, watching Zhan Mohan with a dark expression, his heart filled with trepidation. "Mr. Zhan, could you please slow down? You've already run through several red lights."
He ignored him, even accelerating. Fang Xun could only close his eyes tightly, resigned to his fate. After all, Mr. Zhan, who had such a precious life, wasn't afraid, so why should he, an ordinary person, be afraid?
When the car arrived at the Shangri-La, Zhan Mohan didn't even turn off the engine. He pushed open the car door and sprinted towards the hotel. He approached the front desk and directly gave his name. The receptionist hesitated, unable to reveal guest information casually. "Sir, we really cannot disclose our guests' names without permission."
Zhan Mohan's gaze was sharp and murderous, instilling a sense of fear in the receptionist. "I suspect someone inside is committing an illegal act. If anything happens to my wife, your hotel will also be held liable."
"This… alright." The receptionist took out a room card and led Zhan Mohan upstairs. Upon finding the room number, Zhan Mohan snatched the card from the receptionist's hand, swiped it, and pushed the door open.
Inside, Wei Yumeng had already been mostly undressed by Hu Zhongcai. She was crouching in the corner, holding an ashtray, blood dripping from her palm, a stark and painful sight. Zhan Mohan's eyes were filled with a storm, enough to strike terror into anyone.
Hu Zhongcai looked at Zhan Mohan's murderous expression in horror. "Mr. Zhan, you…" Before he could finish, Zhan Mohan kicked him off the bed with one swift motion. With a livid face, he took off his jacket and covered Wei Yumeng tightly. He lowered his head to look at her face. "Are you alright?"
Wei Yumeng was also terrified. Seeing Zhan Mohan now, she clung to him as if he were a life-saving straw. "Husband…" Zhan Mohan, who had been patting her back, paused for a moment at the word, then continued patting her. "It's alright, I'll handle it." The man's eyes held a compelling gaze as he spoke.
Fang Xun was also shocked by the scene, never having imagined that Hu Zhongcai would be so daring. He immediately said to Hu Zhongcai, "You dare to lay a hand on Mr. Zhan's wife. Are you tired of living?"
Hu Zhongcai's eyes widened. "Wife… Mrs.?" How could this be? What this woman said earlier was true, she was really Zhan Mohan's wife. But with Zhan Mohan's background, why would he marry a woman of such ordinary family status?
"Open your damn eyes and see clearly. She is our Mr. Zhan's wife." Fang Xun was truly amazed by Hu Zhongcai's audacity, daring to lay a hand on Wei Yumeng. He was simply insane. Now, even if heaven itself intervened, it couldn't save Hu Zhongcai. Who told him to touch someone he shouldn't have? Their Mr. Zhan was very protective of his own.
Hu Zhongcai came to his senses and realized the magnitude of his mistake. He immediately knelt on the ground, his hands trembling as he grabbed Zhan Mohan's pants leg, regardless of the fact that he was only wearing underwear. "Mr. Zhan, I truly didn't know she was your wife. If I had known, I wouldn't have dared, even with ten times the courage."
At this moment, Hu Zhongcai looked up and met the man's angry gaze, which was like a cold lamp, sending shivers down his spine. It was direct and uncompromising. He pressed his tongue against the corner of his lips and, as if suddenly driven by madness, kicked Hu Zhongcai in the abdomen. "It's probably too late to realize it now."
Zhan Mohan's kick was not light, causing Hu Zhongcai to bend over in pain on the ground, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his facial muscles twitching. Wei Yumeng had never seen Zhan Mohan so ferocious; the look in his eyes just now was as if he wanted to kill Hu Zhongcai.
But Hu Zhongcai, ignoring the pain in his stomach, knew that even if he were crippled today, he had to beg for Zhan Mohan's forgiveness. He endured the pain and knelt before Zhan Mohan again. "Mr. Zhan, I really didn't mean to. Please… please forgive me. I'll do anything you want."
Zhan Mohan's gaze, like that of a frozen cellar, swept over Hu Zhongcai on the ground. His voice was as cold as if it came from hell. "Impossible!" Anyone who dared to touch his person would only have one way out: death.
Hu Zhongcai was truly terrified this time. His plump body trembled uncontrollably as he knelt on the ground, looking utterly pathetic. He wished he could slap himself hard. Whose woman hadn't he looked at, but he had to set his sights on Zhan Mohan's wife. He suddenly shifted his gaze to Wei Yumeng, who was shrinking in Zhan Mohan's arms.
"Miss Wei, no, Mrs. Zhan, I beg you. I, Hu Zhongcai, am blind and foolish. I didn't know you were Mr. Zhan's wife. But your Director Ning, she didn't tell me!" If Ning Tao had told him that Wei Yumeng was Zhan Mohan's wife, he wouldn't have dared to have such wicked thoughts, even if he had a hundred times the courage.
Zhan Mohan's brow furrowed even deeper. "You're saying Ning Tao told you to do this?"
"Director Ning said that the new female employees were a bit disobedient and asked me to teach them a lesson. You, Mr. Zhan, should understand what that means." Hearing Ning Tao's name, Wei Yumeng's slender body trembled even more violently in his arms.
He needed to take Wei Yumeng to a safe place first, as he didn't know if Ning Tao had notified the media. "Fang Xun, I'll leave this to you. You know what to do."
Fang Xun nodded. "I understand."
Zhan Mohan picked up Wei Yumeng and strode out. Seeing Zhan Mohan about to leave, Hu Zhongcai panicked even more. He struggled to get up, but Fang Xun pressed him to the ground. Hu Zhongcai cried bitterly, pleading, "Mr. Zhan, please, spare me!"