Not Beastly Enough

The assistant stood at the bedroom door, unsure whether to go in or leave.

"Mr. Zhong, the matter has been investigated. Would you like to look at it now, or later?"

Zhong Mohan sat on the bed, his toned upper body bare as he casually ran a hand through his hair. "Leave it there. You can go."

"Yes." The assistant nervously set down the report and immediately turned to leave.

Mr. Zhong's face had been ranked the most handsome in the world. Few people could resist it. He was already exceptionally handsome under normal circumstances, but like this, tinged with desire, he was even more captivating.

Yet ever since the assistant had started working for Mr. Zhong, he had never seen him show such needs. Even when people had previously offered themselves up, Mr. Zhong would not even spare them a glance before having them packed up and thrown out. What was going on this time?

The assistant was filled with doubt, while Zhong Mohan merely glanced over the document before lowering his head and continuing what he was doing.

The tiny piece of fabric had already been bullied beyond recognition.

After a long while, Zhong Mohan let out a deep sigh, threw back the covers, got out of bed, and entered the bathroom again.

However, he was not in a hurry to clean himself up. He washed that little piece of fabric first, then leisurely took a shower.

Only after coming out of the bathroom with a bath towel wrapped around him did Zhong Mohan sit on the sofa and begin reading the document.

In truth, even without reading it, he could roughly guess who had done it. Someone so eager to deal with him, and capable of tampering with things at a Zhong Household banquet—there was only one person it could be.

He flipped through it casually. Sure enough, it was exactly as he had expected.

But Wen Chengze's appearance did surprise him somewhat.

He had thought Wen Chengze being there was purely an accident. He had not expected the other man to have been one of those set up as well.

He gently rubbed the web between his right thumb and forefinger.

A thoughtful look flashed through his eyes. He had originally assumed Wen Chengze's presence had been an accident, but now it seemed that was not the case.

They had deliberately set Wen Chengze up.

A calculating glint flashed through Zhong Mohan's eyes before he smiled. Since his opponent had personally delivered him such assistance, he would accept it.

After typing a message and sending it to his assistant, Zhong Mohan finally left the bedroom.

The two young masters of the Wen Household had not slept well that night either.

The eldest young master had been busy investigating what exactly had happened to his younger brother at the Zhong Household that night. But it had happened on Zhong territory, so even for him, finding anything useful was extremely difficult.

As for the Wen Household's younger young master, he hurriedly took a shower and lay down on his bedroom bed, eager to rest. Yet for some reason, he did not rest well at all that night.

He felt alternately cold and hot, as if he had been dreaming the entire time. He always felt as though something was holding him back, preventing him from breaking free of the dream.

To keep Father Wen and Mother Wen from worrying last night, Wen Chenglin had only told them that Wen Chengze was tired and had already gone to rest. They had not thought much of it.

But when he did not even come downstairs for breakfast, it was impossible not to worry.

He could roughly guess what had happened last night as well. He had not asked his younger brother then because he did not want to upset him, intending to investigate it directly instead. But now that he had found nothing, he could only ask his little brother.

"Dad, Mom, eat breakfast first. I'll go upstairs and check on my little brother."

He knocked softly on the door but heard no response.

He gently opened the door, and the first thing he saw was the person still sleeping soundly on the bed.

Seeing that his younger brother was still asleep, Wen Chengze let out a breath of relief. As long as he was sleeping, it was fine.

But when he approached, he realized things were nothing like they had seemed from the outside.

Wen Chengze was completely buried in the blankets, with only his small head exposed. His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was somewhat labored.

Wen Chenglin gently placed his right hand against Wen Chengze's forehead, and the scorching heat beneath his palm startled him.

His little brother had a fever!

Wen Chenglin hurriedly stood and called the doctor.

When Wen Chenglin came downstairs, his face was completely dark.

"How is your brother?"

"He's asleep. But he seems to have a fever."

"A fever?!" Mother Wen immediately became anxious and moved to head upstairs.

Wen Chenglin hurriedly stopped her. "Xiao Ze is still asleep. I've called the doctor. Let's wait before going up."

Because their younger son had a fever, Father Wen and Mother Wen had no appetite for breakfast.

"How did he suddenly get a fever? Wasn't he perfectly fine yesterday?" Mother Wen kept looking upstairs, her eyes full of concern.

Father Wen was no ordinary man. Looking at the expressions on his eldest son's face, he knew his younger son's condition was definitely not as simple as a fever.

He asked in a deep voice, "What exactly happened to Xiao Ze?"

Faced with his father's questioning, Wen Chenglin fell silent for a moment before saying, "Maybe he was frightened at the banquet yesterday. But I still haven't found out exactly what happened. I had planned to wait until Xiao Ze woke up and was in better condition before asking him."

Upon hearing that, Mother Wen shot Father Wen a glare. "I told you not to make Xiao Ze come back, but neither of you listened. And now look at this—he just came back, attended one banquet, and fell ill."

Mother Wen was usually gentle and soft-spoken, but the moment she widened her eyes, the two men in the house were immediately intimidated into silence.

"How much longer until the doctor arrives?" Mother Wen asked irritably.

"He should be here soon." Wen Chenglin hoped the doctor would arrive quickly too.

But the Wen family had not expected that instead of the doctor, they would receive an unexpected visitor.

"Mr. Zhong has arrived."

The servant's words plunged the three people in the living room into silence.

They had attended the Zhong Household's banquet only yesterday. Why had the head of the Zhong Household come to their door today?

Thinking of Xiao Ze upstairs, Father Wen said to Mother Wen, "Go upstairs and look after Xiao Ze first. Xiao Lin and I will see what Mr. Zhong has come for."

Even though she was not directly involved in family affairs during this sensitive time, Mother Wen was not ignorant of them. She nodded and went upstairs to take care of Wen Chengze.

As they spoke, Zhong Mohan had already been led over by the servant.

"Mr. Zhong, why have you come so early in the morning? If there was something you needed, you could have simply called."

Whenever Father Wen faced this young Mr. Zhong, he could always feel a heavy pressure.

Clearly, Mr. Zhong worked in the entertainment industry, yet the pressure he exuded was in no way inferior to that of the Zhong Household's old master.

There was not much expression on his face, yet even one glance exchanged with him was enough to send a chill down one's spine.

"Something happened to the young master at yesterday's banquet. I happened to come across it. Although I saved him, I was still somewhat concerned. After all, it happened at a Zhong Household banquet, so I felt it would be better to come and see him personally."

The assistant following behind Zhong Mohan silently pushed up his glasses. It was rare to hear his boss say so much at once, and his boss had truly brought the phrase "twisting black into white" to life.

Wen Chenglin eyed Zhong Mohan suspiciously. For some reason, he always felt that something was not quite right.

However, Wen Chenglin did not consider the possibility that Zhong Mohan was the one who had bullied Wen Chengze.

After all, Zhong Mohan had been impervious to temptation all these years. Although Wen Chenglin treasured his younger brother, he did not think Zhong Mohan would lower himself to force his brother. Zhong Mohan could not possibly be so beastly as to rob the cradle.