I Bear Half the Responsibility

Father Wen and Wen Chenglin exchanged a look. Clearly, neither of them believed a single word Zhong Mohan said.

The man was definitely not someone who paid visits without an ulterior motive. Saying he had come to see Xiao Ze was nothing more than an excuse; his real purpose lay elsewhere.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Zhong, but Xiao Ze may have had too much to drink at the banquet yesterday. He's still asleep upstairs and probably can't see you. Why don't I accompany you to the garden for a while?"

Father Wen and Wen Chenglin reached a consensus. Since Xiao Ze was merely a pretext, they should not let Zhong Mohan see him. Whatever the reason, both Father Wen and Wen Chenglin wanted to keep Wen Chengze away from Zhong Mohan.

Hearing Father Wen say that, Zhong Mohan remained calm. "That works. I happen to have something I'd like to discuss with President Wen."

So he really did have something to discuss with them.

"You and your mother take care of Xiao Ze. I'll go talk to Mr. Zhong." After quickly giving Wen Chenglin a few instructions, Father Wen led Zhong Mohan toward the garden.

The servants had already prepared refreshments. Zhong Mohan crossed his legs, looking utterly elegant.

But Father Wen, seated opposite him, did not dare relax in the slightest. Though Zhong Mohan was young, the fact that Old Master Zhong had skipped a generation and handed the Zhong Household over to him proved that he was no ordinary person.

Father Wen naturally knew all about the turmoil among the various families.

But he had no intention of involving the Wen Household.

He did not care about the Zhong Household or those harboring ulterior motives. He only wanted to keep his family from being harmed in this war for power.

"The flowers in President Wen's back garden are beautiful." Zhong Mohan casually swept his gaze across the garden.

"My spouse tends to them. She likes these things." Looking at the flowers, Father Wen's eyes softened slightly.

Zhong Mohan lightly tapped his fingers against the table. "That must have taken quite a bit of effort. If they were suddenly struck by violent wind and rain, they would be easily destroyed. What a pity."

On the surface, he was talking about flowers, but Father Wen immediately understood what he meant.

Neither of them spoke for a long while.

"President Wen, you have made great contributions in bringing the company to its current scale."

Father Wen did not take such pleasantries to heart. He was waiting for Zhong Mohan to continue.

"However, managing such a large company while having to divide your attention among other matters must be exhausting, even with your eldest son helping you."

"It's manageable. These are all things I should do." Father Wen had already vaguely guessed what Zhong Mohan was about to say.

"How about handing over what you currently possess to me? I can offer you a suitable price. You can rest properly, and you won't have to worry every day."

Father Wen sucked in a sharp breath. He had expected Zhong Mohan to negotiate, not to be so blunt.

What Father Wen held was tied to the very foundation of the Zhong Household. Naturally, he would not hand it over easily, much less to Zhong Mohan.

At the same time, Father Wen held part of the initiative. He could only maneuver between the sides.

"You must be joking, Mr. Zhong. I don't know what you're talking about."

Zhong Mohan pressed his lips together and sat up straighter. It was as though he had suddenly become a different person, and even Father Wen's heart skipped a beat beneath his startling aura.

"President Wen, you should know that I'm still willing to discuss this with you. If you refuse to cooperate, I can't guarantee what I might do. After all, dealing with the Wen Household would take some effort, but it isn't impossible."

Father Wen's face immediately darkened at the threat.

Wen Chenglin was no fool. He knew Zhong Mohan had gone to discuss something with his father, but they had been gone for so long that he began to worry. He was also concerned about Xiao Ze upstairs and whether he was feeling any better.

Half an hour later, Father Wen and Zhong Mohan returned to the living room.

From a distance, Wen Chenglin heard Father Wen's voice. It was no longer as gentle as usual, but somewhat sharp instead. "Mr. Zhong, you may be able to turn clouds into rain with a wave of your hand. I hope that while I do what I can, you will also do what you should."

Hearing his father's tone, Wen Chenglin felt that Father Wen was being sarcastic toward Zhong Mohan.

Zhong Mohan still wore the same expressionless face, without the slightest change.

But Wen Chenglin had no time to dwell on the details. All he could think about was that Zhong Mohan was leaving.

For some reason, he instinctively felt that Xiao Ze should not have too much contact with Zhong Mohan.

However, just as Zhong Mohan and the others reached the door, the doctor who had gone upstairs earlier happened to come down.

At the sight of the doctor, Zhong Mohan paused and tilted his head toward Father Wen. "Is the young master ill?"

Before anyone could answer, Zhong Mohan had already begun thinking. Wen Chengze seemed to have left directly last night, and the bathroom had not been used.

Though Zhong Mohan had no experience in this regard, he had at least seen enough to know what happened. With Wen Chengze's awkward personality, he definitely would not have cleaned himself properly. Getting sick had been unavoidable.

The moment Wen Chenglin saw Zhong Mohan stop, alarm bells immediately rang in his mind.

Sure enough, they heard Zhong Mohan say, "Since I came to visit the young master, and he's ill, I should visit him even more. He should be awake by now, right?"

Father Wen and Wen Chenglin could not outstubborn Zhong Mohan. In the end, they could only bring him upstairs with great reluctance.

But they did not understand. Since coming to see Xiao Ze was only a pretext, why was he still putting on an act and insisting on taking a look?

Moreover, Wen Chenglin did not believe Zhong Mohan's explanation just now.

Although his younger brother was usually quiet, he was definitely not some kind-hearted little white rabbit. At yesterday's banquet, there had absolutely been no one capable of bullying him.

No matter what Father Wen and Wen Chenglin thought, Zhong Mohan still entered Wen Chengze's bedroom.

The moment he stepped inside, Zhong Mohan caught a whiff of a faint fragrance, the same scent that had driven him mad yesterday.

The person in bed was weakly leaning against the headboard. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and he looked listless.

Hearing someone enter, Mother Wen and Wen Chengze looked over at the same time.

Wen Chengze's cheeks, already slightly rosy from his fever, lost all color the moment he saw Zhong Mohan.

Why was this man here?

And why did Father and Brother look so awful behind him?

Could Zhong Mohan have told Father and Brother about last night?

At the thought of that possibility, Wen Chengze wanted nothing more than to smash his head into a block of tofu.

The man did not seem to think of himself as a guest at all. He sat directly beside Wen Chengze.

"Xiao Ze, I frightened you yesterday. When I arrived earlier, you were asleep, and I was going to leave. But I happened to run into the doctor. Since you're awake, I should come see you. After all, I bear half the responsibility for what happened yesterday. I can give you whatever compensation you want." Zhong Mohan spoke without changing expression, his gaze at Wen Chengze even carrying a hint of teasing.

Wen Chengze: For the first time in his life, he wanted to curse.

Could you just get lost already?