Wei Jin dared not reveal the biological father of the child. If she did, Wei Anguo would surely beat her to death.
Yin Fang stepped forward to shield Wei Jin, instead blaming Wei Anguo.
"What's the use of saying all this now? You should be thinking about what we're going to do next."
Wei Anguo glared fiercely at Yin Fang: "What else can we do? Let this matter be as if it never happened. Tell her not to look for Zhan Yichen, otherwise, she'll not only lose face herself but also bring disgrace upon the family."
Wei Jin was unwilling. She tilted her head and said to Wei Anguo:
"No! Mom and I put in so much effort, and it's all wasted with one sentence from you?"
Wei Anguo angrily raised his hand and slapped Wei Jin: "Foolish creature who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, you still dare to talk to me about this? If you hadn't listened to your mother's bad ideas, how could Wei Yumeng have come to us with such authority today?"
He had been utterly humiliated by his own daughter, reduced to such a state. If this were to get out, his reputation would be ruined.
Seeing Wei Jin get slapped, Yin Fang was furious and pushed Wei Anguo, then embraced Wei Jin.
"Wei Anguo, are you crazy? You actually hit Wei Jin for the sake of Wei Yumeng. Don't you forget who is truly on your side."
"If it weren't for your instigation back then, constantly whispering in my ear, Yumeng would have been a good child. She's also filial. Now that she's married into the Zhan family, if we hadn't offended her, life should be smooth sailing. It's all your fault for your self-serving interests, making her oppose me now, to the point where I can't even speak a harsh word."
When had he, Wei Anguo, ever been so pathetic?
Yin Fang was also angry: "You were the one who married me back then, and you promised me that you would agree to any conditions I proposed. Now, when something goes wrong, you shift all the blame onto me?"
Wei Anguo knew he was in the wrong. At the time, he had been impulsive, completely infatuated with Yin Fang.
He waved his hand irritably: "I don't want to talk to you any further. In short, you two deal with this matter. I don't want to be involved."
With that, Wei Anguo went upstairs.
Wei Jin ignored the pain on her face, clutching it as she cried to Yin Fang:
"Mom, what do we do now? What about the child in my belly? Are we just going to let it go?"
She had been happily anticipating the Zhan family coming to pick her up, to marry into the Zhan family in glory. Who knew it would turn out like this.
Yin Fang was also helpless: "Wei Jin, what your father said is not wrong. You can't keep this child. The Zhan family already has evidence. If you insist on pushing this now, they will definitely release the evidence, and then everyone will know that the child you're carrying is not Zhan Yichen's."
Wei Jin actually knew this in her heart; there was no turning back. But she would not be willing to let Wei Yumeng off so easily.
"Then what should we do? Mom, think of a way, we can't let Wei Yumeng succeed like this."
"What other way is there? Now, we can only make her position in Zhan Mohan's heart change. Think about it, the Zhan family values their reputation so much. If they knew their daughter-in-law had an affair with another man, would they still treat her as they always have?"
"Certainly not. The Zhan family can't find a wife, are they bound to Wei Yumeng?"
Wei Jin replied with certainty.
"Then that's settled. Since she shattered your dreams, then Mom won't let her off either. Just wait, her good days are numbered."
Yin Fang smiled sinisterly, a fierce look in her eyes.
Wei Yumeng returned to the Zhan family. As soon as she entered the living room, she saw Wen Yulan sitting in a chair, humming a tune, seeming very pleased.
She walked over and greeted Wen Yulan calmly.
"Mom."
After speaking, she started to head upstairs. Surprisingly, Wen Yulan didn't bother her, which shocked her.
However, judging by Wen Yulan's demeanor, she probably already knew about the matter, otherwise, why would her mood be so good? Normally, even if there was nothing, she would find something to lecture her about.
Back in the room, Zhan Mohan wasn't there, and she didn't know where he'd gone. She saw an unopened bottle of red wine on the table. Thinking about what Wei Anguo had said to her today, her heart felt heavy.
She walked over, opened the red wine. Zhan Mohan wouldn't be so stingy as to not let her have a bottle of wine, right?
Since she had already drunk it, would he make her spit it out?
She sat in the chair Zhan Mohan usually occupied, gazing at the night view outside the window. Although she couldn't see the neon lights of the city flickering from here, she could see the trees in the backyard. Wen Yulan loved to tend to the flowers and plants in the back, and with the garden lights, it looked quite picturesque.
No wonder everyone wanted to be rich. If it were her, she'd want to live this kind of life too.
In fact, she only intended to taste it, not drink the whole bottle. But without realizing it, she had drained the bottle. Only then did Wei Yumeng feel a bit dizzy.
She wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but her steps were unsteady, her body swayed, and she almost fell. She steadied herself on the table, shaking her head.
The wine's aftereffects were too strong. She hadn't felt anything when she was drinking it.
She managed to stand up and walked towards the bathroom. Just as she reached the door, the room door was suddenly pushed open, and Wei Yumeng bumped right into Zhan Mohan. The man saw her fair complexion flushed red, her eyes with a slight tipsy haze, and coupled with the strong smell of red wine in the room, he frowned deeply.
"Drinking?"
And quite a lot. He saw that the bottle of red wine he had placed on the table today was empty.
Wei Yumeng smiled at him, her eyes bright and guileless. She made a small gesture with her finger, narrowing her eyes slightly.
"Just... just a little bit."
Zhan Mohan couldn't help but laugh at her cute appearance: "You drank it all and say it's just a little? Do you want me to move the entire wine cabinet over for it to be considered a lot?"
Wei Yumeng put her hands on his arms, pouting unhappily.
"You... why are you so stingy? You're complaining about me drinking a bit of your wine."
"I'm not talking about you. I'm just afraid you'll feel unwell if you drink too much."
Zhan Mohan had just heard from Fang Xun that Wei Anguo had said many harsh words in front of her, treating her as if she wasn't part of the Wei family at all.
He even repeatedly said that Wei Jin couldn't marry into the Zhan family because of her. Wei Anguo might not have thought much of it, but for Wei Yumeng, his words were like knives, piercing deeply into her heart, leaving it bleeding.
However, for someone like Wei Anguo, whose eyes were only on profit, he wouldn't care about familial bonds. Some people were born cold-blooded, just like his father.
A good family, if he hadn't been out carousing and brought Wen Yulan home, would his mother have been driven to her death?
Wei Yumeng narrowed her eyes, staring at Zhan Mohan. Then, she stood on tiptoe and poked his cheek with her finger.
"Are you unhappy? Your wife drank a bottle of your wine, and you're unhappy. How can you be such a stingy husband?"
Zhan Mohan snapped back to attention. He lowered his gaze slightly, reached out and held her icy fingertips, a hint of a smile appearing in his eyes.
"You're really drunk."
Otherwise, with her usual personality, she wouldn't say such things.
Wei Yumeng continued to shake her head: "I'm not drunk, I'm wide awake. I know you are Zhan Mohan."
Zhan Mohan chuckled. He put an arm around her waist, afraid she would fall. Wei Yumeng was indeed unsteady, leaning against him entirely.
He could feel her soft body and the faint, pleasant scent mixed with the rich aroma of wine. It was surprisingly nice, calming.
Zhan Mohan deliberately asked her: "Then who is Zhan Mohan to you?"
Wei Yumeng grinned even wider.
"Are you confused? Zhan Mohan is naturally my husband. I think it's not me who's drunk, it's you."
He couldn't even figure out their relationship.
Zhan Mohan's warm fingers stroked her chin, his voice deep and magnetic, exceptionally pleasant in the night.
"Then do you like your husband?"