"I'll wipe it for you right away." Wei Yumeng hastily got up and grabbed tissues to wipe her shirt. The more flustered and clumsy she became, the harder it was for Zhan Mohan to control himself.
She was wiping diligently when suddenly, the man grabbed her wrist. With his other hand, he pressed against her back, pulling her into his embrace.
Wei Yumeng was stunned, her eyes blinking rapidly in panic.
"Zhan... Zhan Mohan."
"Wei Yumeng, abort the child. I'm doing this for your own good."
Perhaps she had heard these words too many times, as she wasn't as angry now, just feeling helpless.
She remained still in Zhan Mohan's arms. His embrace had always been alluring, warm and familiar. This time, she was calmer than ever before.
"Zhan Mohan, you have your principles, and I have mine. I've never asked you to give up anything for me, so please allow me to hold onto what I want to protect."
The importance of this child to her was something no one else could comprehend, only she herself truly knew.
Zhan Mohan frowned but didn't push her away or lose his temper. He wanted to persuade her to give up her current idea, knowing this child would ruin her if born.
He admitted he was selfish, asking Wei Yumeng to abort the child for his own desires, stripping her of her right to be a mother.
However, there were things he couldn't help. Once his grandfather learned Wei Yumeng was pregnant with the Xin family's child, it would cause chaos.
"Wei Yumeng, do you not understand the situation? If you decide to keep this child, you'll face dire consequences. The Xin family has already stated that if you remain stubborn, they will definitely take the child away, leading to a painful separation."
And then there was the gossip outside. Don't underestimate public opinion; it can truly ruin a person. A few words from others, and a torrent of criticism can drown you.
It wasn't uncommon for public figures to suffer from depression due to paid online commenters, and the number of suicides each year was significant.
He didn't want Wei Yumeng to reach that point.
Wei Yumeng, however, didn't want to concern herself with all that. "I will not allow anyone to take my child away."
Zhan Mohan felt a sense of powerlessness. In all matters, he had never found dealing with this woman so difficult. It seemed she was truly determined to keep the child.
His arms drooped weakly, and he made a decision he could barely believe himself.
"I can protect your child, but you have to promise me one thing."
Hearing this, Wei Yumeng looked at Zhan Mohan in shock.
"What condition?"
"When the child is old enough for a paternity test, you have to agree to it."
"Agreed. Even if you didn't say it, I would have done it myself."
This was the only way to prove her innocence.
Zhan Mohan rubbed his temples, his mood extremely heavy. "Let me ask you again, are you sure about whether you and Xin Ran were..."
He didn't want to say the rest explicitly. This matter was like a thorn in his heart, causing him hidden pain.
At times, seeing Wei Yumeng would make him uncontrollably recall her with Xin Ran, driving him to the brink of madness.
He thought he could let go of this relationship with ease, but things were not developing as he had predicted.
Especially seeing her, a woman carrying a child and facing such hardship, his heart couldn't help but ache.
Wei Yumeng had no idea that Zhan Mohan's feelings for her ran so deep, nor did she realize that all this man's kindness was solely for her, and all the rules he was breaking were for her sake.
Wei Yumeng thought back carefully. She truly had no recollection, and at the time, she hadn't even felt the slightest discomfort.
She didn't want to deceive Zhan Mohan either. "I can't be sure."
"Understood. Go get the medical kit quickly. We'll discuss the child's matter another day."
He still had some things to investigate thoroughly.
Wei Yumeng no longer heard Zhan Mohan telling her to abort the child, and her heavy heart felt significantly lighter.
Her gaze fell on his drenched shirt. "But your clothes..."
It must be very uncomfortable to wear them like that.
Zhan Mohan looked down. "It's fine, they'll dry on their own soon."
"You should take it off. I'll blow-dry it for you; it'll be quick."
Wei Yumeng noticed the temperature wasn't very high today and worried he might catch a cold if he kept wearing the wet clothes.
The man raised an eyebrow at her words, appearing somewhat hesitant.
"Are you sure you want me to undress here?"
Wei Yumeng then remembered Mu Linjing was still there. But there was no other place to change.
After much deliberation, she braced herself and said, "Why don't you change in my room?"
The medical kit and hairdryer were both in the room, so she wouldn't have to fetch them again.
Zhan Mohan stood up directly and followed Wei Yumeng into the room.
Mu Linjing, who was in the room, overheard their conversation and finally felt relieved for Wei Yumeng. They had been worried that if Mr. Zhan knew she was pregnant, he would force her to have an abortion.
And Xin Ran would surely insist she keep the child. Who would have thought the situation would take such a dramatic turn?
In the end, it was Mr. Zhan who agreed to let Wei Yumeng keep the child. It was truly unbelievable. Perhaps Xin Ran had said something harsh, and Mr. Zhan, unable to bear it, changed his mind.
She closed the door and sent a message to Chu Zi'an, asking to meet tomorrow. After all, Yumeng was scheduled for a hospital check-up tomorrow.
Wei Yumeng took the hairdryer and medical kit from the drawer and placed them on the bed. As she stood up, Zhan Mohan had already removed his shirt. His perfectly toned physique from long-term training was on full display before her. Although Wei Yumeng had seen it before, each time made her blood rush and her heart pound.
"You... why did you take it off?"
The man placed his shirt on the bed, a hint of surprise flashing across his handsome face.
"Didn't you tell me to take it off?"
"Shouldn't we apply medication first? The injuries on your face..."
Wei Yumeng hadn't noticed the state of his face earlier. Now, she saw several bruises on his cheek, and even his lips still bore traces of blood.
She couldn't help but frown, wondering how fiercely they had fought.
"It's nothing, a quick fix will do." He wasn't that delicate, having been in fights before.
"Then I'll get you a shirt to wear." Wei Yumeng opened the wardrobe and looked through it. She found only one jacket that was slightly larger, and it could only be draped over Zhan Mohan's shoulders.
It would have to do.
She handed him the jacket, but Zhan Mohan didn't take it.
"You want me to wear your clothes?"
"These are the only clothes I have. Whose else would you want me to wear? This is the biggest one. No one will see you anyway, so don't be embarrassed."
Seeing the man hesitate, Wei Yumeng took the initiative and helped him put it on. Although Zhan Mohan grumbled, he allowed Wei Yumeng to dress him.
The black jacket draped over the man's broad shoulders, looking somewhat tight, was rather comical. Wei Yumeng couldn't help but laugh.
"Pfft, I can't... it's too funny. The effect when you wear this is just..."
Zhan Mohan's face darkened, his voice laced with a warning.
"Don't you dare laugh!"
"I... I'll laugh for a few more minutes. No, I have to let Lin Jing come and see."
Wei Yumeng said this, clutching her stomach, and started towards the door.
Zhan Mohan immediately got up and roared, "Wei Yumeng, you dare!"
"It's okay, it's okay. We won't tell anyone." Wei Yumeng decided she had to share this hilarious sight with Mu Linjing.
As her hand reached for the doorknob, Zhan Mohan placed his hand on the door and closed it again. Wei Yumeng turned around, and the man's tall figure enveloped her. Her gaze fell upon his striking abs. Wei Yumeng's face went blank, and she swallowed hard.
The man noticed her gaze and raised his thick eyebrows.
"Like it?"
Wei Yumeng's mind went blank, but her expression clearly answered the question.
The man's fingertips brushed her wrist, guiding her hand to his abs. His eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of moisture, his voice deep and husky.
"How is it? Does it feel good?"
By the time Wei Yumeng came to her senses, she realized her hand was resting on Zhan Mohan's abs. Her cheeks turned visibly red, and she quickly withdrew her hand in a panic.
"I... I won't go find Lin Jing. Let's apply the medication."
The man rested his arm casually on the doorframe, bending down slightly to look at her up close. His pupils were light-colored, filled with tenderness, as if about to melt.
"Really not going?"