"Young Master Zhan, could you please take off your jacket for me?"
Wei Yumeng asked awkwardly, her eyes fixed on his chest area, not daring to meet his gaze. She had a premonition that if she looked up now, she would see him smiling like a fox. If only she hadn't bought him clothes, and worse, he had run into her while she was doing so.
Zhan Mohan eventually took it off and handed it to Wei Yumeng. "What, I did you a favor by trying on clothes for your husband, and you don't even thank me?" If one listened closely, they could detect a faint smile in his deep voice.
Wei Yumeng tightened her grip on the shopping bag, tilting her small face up slightly. Only then did Zhan Mohan notice that her face had flushed all the way to her neck. She was quite shy.
Mu Linjing stood by, unsure why, but she felt something strange between Young Master Zhan and Wei Yumeng. Although she was also afraid of Young Master Zhan, it wasn't to the point where Yu Meng didn't even dare to look up. It felt like seeing someone you liked and not daring to look at them.
It was true that the two of them stood together and looked quite a match. Coincidentally, Yu Meng's husband had the same build and height as Young Master Zhan.
After receiving the clothes from Zhan Mohan, Wei Yumeng quickly said, "Thank you, Young Master Zhan. We'll be going now. Please take your time looking around." With that, she grabbed Mu Linjing and walked out without another word. Mu Linjing didn't even have time to bid farewell to Zhan Mohan.
Zhan Mohan watched Wei Yumeng's hasty retreat, his smile deepening. Fang Xun looked bewildered. Was this what they called the childishness of people in love? Young Master Zhan knew his wife was embarrassed, yet he insisted on teasing her.
It wasn't until Wei Yumeng pulled Mu Linjing to an open space that she stopped, panting slightly. "Yumeng, why are you running? I haven't seen enough yet. You know we rarely interact with Young Master Zhan at the company, let alone have a chance to chat. This was such a good opportunity, and you just avoided him." Mu Linjing was a bit disappointed. She had wanted to chat with Young Master Zhan a bit more. Such an excellent man was someone ordinary girls like them could only admire from afar. Even if she couldn't be his girlfriend, she would have been content to just chat with him for a while longer.
Wei Yumeng, however, had no desire to stay there with Zhan Mohan, especially the way he looked at her. She felt like prey, and Zhan Mohan was the hunter, his gaze always exuding an air of absolute confidence.
"What's there to see? It's not ours even if we look," Wei Yumeng said.
Mu Linjing played with her hair. Hearing this, she pouted. "You're right, I guess. Young Master Zhan is so outstanding; whoever is with him must be equally outstanding to be a good match. As for ordinary people like us, we shouldn't even think about it." Mu Linjing spoke only of herself, completely unaware of Wei Yumeng's slightly dejected expression.
"However, your husband probably isn't any worse than Young Master Zhan, right? You're the same build, the same height. Yumeng, when will you introduce your husband to us?" Mu Linjing said animatedly, but Wei Yumeng showed no reaction. When she turned her head, she realized the woman was spacing out.
"Yumeng, Yumeng, why aren't you talking?"
Wei Yumeng snapped back to attention and looked at the sky. "Linjing, it's getting late. I need to go back."
Mu Linjing was a bit confused. "This... we're going back already?"
"I'll treat you to a meal another day. Thanks for accompanying me shopping today." With that, Wei Yumeng waved goodbye and hailed a taxi. It wasn't until Wei Yumeng was out of sight that Mu Linjing came to her senses. "What's going on?" She felt today was rather strange. Who exactly was Yu Meng's husband, and why was he so mysterious? And ever since Young Master Zhan entered that clothing store, she felt like Yu Meng was deliberately avoiding something. And the things Young Master Zhan said were so easily misunderstood, making it seem as if he were Yu Meng's husband.
Wei Yumeng sat in the taxi, watching the sky gradually darken and pedestrians hurrying home. Recalling Mu Linjing's words from earlier, she still felt a tightness in her chest. The clothes in her hand suddenly felt less appealing. She even felt that buying these clothes for Zhan Mohan was completely unnecessary. His clothes were custom-made, costing hundreds of thousands. For her, this outfit was indeed priceless, but for Zhan Mohan, he probably wouldn't even wear it. Yet, it had emptied all her savings. If it hadn't been so expensive, she would have wanted to throw the clothes away.
Upon returning to the Zhan residence, Wei Yumeng went straight to her room with the clothes, stuffing them into the wardrobe to avoid seeing them and getting annoyed. Just then, her phone pinged with a text message. She opened it to find another credit card deduction notification. Only two hundred yuan were left, likely not enough for her daily expenses.
At that moment, the door was pushed open. Zhan Mohan walked in and saw Wei Yumeng sitting on the edge of the bed, her shoulders slumped, looking dejected. The man walked over and sat beside her. Wei Yumeng was startled and immediately jumped up from the bed. However, upon seeing it was Zhan Mohan, she became even more annoyed. Knitting her brows, she spoke with a hint of resentment, "Why did you come in without knocking?"
"This is my room. Why should I knock when I enter my own room?" Zhan Mohan sensed that her mood seemed a bit off. Had he gone too far with his joking at the clothing store? It didn't seem so; he had spoken normally. It was she who acted guilty, as if she had been caught red-handed.
Wei Yumeng felt particularly uncomfortable at that moment, as if something were blocking her chest like cotton. "Then I'll go out." She stood up to leave. Zhan Mohan reached out and pulled her back. Off-balance, Wei Yumeng fell onto the bed. She struggled to get up but was pinned down by Zhan Mohan.
"Wei Yumeng, what are you throwing a tantrum about now?" Wei Yumeng turned her face away, her stubbornness surfacing. "I'm not."
"Still saying you're not? Where are the clothes you bought me?" Zhan Mohan had scanned the room as soon as he entered, and he didn't see any shopping bags.
"I threw them away. Those clothes were too cheap, and you wouldn't wear them." She hadn't thought it through earlier. For someone like Zhan Mohan, who stood at the pinnacle of society, wearing ordinary quality clothes would lower his status.
Zhan Mohan's tall frame leaned over her. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his attractive collarbones. His appearance was alluring, like a silent seduction. He lowered his gaze, his eyes locked on her displeased little face, and asked, "The clothes my wife bought me, tell me why I couldn't wear them?"