Zhan quickly looked at Yibo, trying to wriggle free, and before he realized it, he opened his mouth to speak. Yibo, however, laid him down on the luxurious master bed with a serious expression. Frustrated, Zhan said, "This behavior of yours is crossing the line. Please stay within your limits."
Yibo ignored him, sitting on the edge of the bed as he pulled Zhan onto his lap. His gaze lingered on Zhan's sleeveless shirt before meeting his eyes. He reached out to hold Zhan's hand, which was trying to push him away, and instead, maneuvered him onto the bed. Hovering over him, Yibo's eyes roamed from Zhan's neck to his exposed chest, visible due to his sleeveless top.
Yibo exhaled a warm breath on Zhan's neck, making him close his eyes tightly, his frustration evident. Then, Zhan felt the warmth of Yibo's lips on his neck, leaving a lingering kiss after inhaling his scent deeply. The sensation coursed through Zhan's body, and before he knew it, he clung to Yibo tightly, tears streaming from his shut eyes.
Feeling Zhan's trembling hands on him, Yibo paused to look at his beautiful face. His gaze then settled on Zhan's closed eyes before he leaned down and planted another kiss on his neck. He continued to kiss and caress him with a fervor that sent Zhan into a flurry of emotions. Zhan struggled to push him away, attempting to rise.
As Zhan squirmed to escape, their faces came close, and Yibo captured his lips in a deep kiss. The kiss was filled with intensity, leaving Zhan overwhelmed, and he began to cry, the tears flowing faster than before.
Seeing this, Yibo realized the reason for Zhan's distress. He stopped abruptly, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he reached behind Zhan and unzipped his shirt, letting it slip down and reveal his skin. Yibo's hands and lips explored Zhan's body, sending shivers down Zhan's spine. Initially, Zhan sobbed, but soon, the intensity of Yibo's actions made his mind spin. Unable to bear it, Zhan burst into another wave of sobbing, pushing Yibo away with all his strength.
Yibo finally stopped. His gaze, now sharp and intense, lingered on Zhan. He seemed lost in thought for a moment before turning away. He climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, shedding his clothes on the way. Inside, he turned on the cold water, letting it cool his heated body as he closed his eyes.
When Yibo emerged, a towel tied around his waist, his eyes fell on the bed. Zhan lay curled under the blanket, silently sobbing. His mind was racing, wondering how he would face Granny and the Bei after being gone for so long.
Yibo dressed in fresh sleepwear and left the bedroom to grab a drink from the fridge. After finishing his drink, he turned off the lights in the living room, picked up his phone, and switched it off. Then he returned to the bedroom.
By the time he entered, Zhan was already up, fully dressed. He had composed himself and walked past Yibo without acknowledging his presence, heading straight for the door. Yibo didn't say a word either. He silently followed him, keeping his distance.
At the entrance, Yibo paused, watching Zhan disappear through the door, closing it behind him. With a sigh, he turned back and checked his wristwatch. The time read 11:40 PM.
Zhan managed to sneak into his room, his body aching with exhaustion. He made his way to the bathroom, taking a long shower to rid himself of the discomfort before lying on his bed. The heaviness in his heart made it difficult to find peace, but eventually, he succumbed to a troubled sleep.
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The next morning, at 9:30, Zhan emerged, dressed in a crisp Louis Vuitton long-sleeved shirt and wide-legged linen pants. As he stepped into the living room, Bei cast a curious glance at him, but Zhan maintained a stoic expression, determined to avoid any conversation about the previous night.
Granny, on the other hand, paid no attention to them. She calmly finished her breakfast and returned to her reading, showing no sign of concern.
When Zhan left, he didn't stop to greet Wang Dad since they'd meet at the office later that day. He was in a hurry, already running late, as preparations needed to be finalized before their shareholders arrived for the 10:30 meeting.
On his way, Zhan noticed repeated calls from a number he recognized as Sen Nan's from the previous day. He ignored them, even as they kept coming. Annoyed, he finally put his phone on flight mode, knowing that Sen Nan only ever brought trouble and unnecessary drama.
Upon arriving at the office, Zhan went straight to his own space, instructing Sarah, his assistant, to ensure no one disturbed him. He needed to carefully review some files before the meeting.
By the time all the preparations were complete, and the shareholders had arrived, Zhan stood up to leave his office, only for Sen Nan to walk in unannounced. Shooting him a cold glance, Zhan sighed and said, "Is something wrong? I mean, I'll be out there in a moment. You didn't need to come in here. Go see Sarah; she'll assist you."
Sen Nan ignored him and approached the desk instead. "Why haven't you been answering my calls? You know why I'm calling?," he said, his voice firm.
Zhan narrowed his eyes and moved to leave, dismissing him with, "If you're done, please shut the door on your way out."
Before he could get to the door, Sen Nan blocked his path, stepping in front of him. Zhan frowned in frustration, his patience thinning. "Mr. Chairman," he said sharply, "watch yourself. You're crossing the line. You're in someone else's domain now. Behave."
Sen Nan gave a mocking smile, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Are you seriously lecturing me about boundaries? Don't forget whose jurisdiction you're talking about here."
Zhan, fully aware of Sen Nan's irrational tendencies, tried to brush past him. Sen Nan, however, stepped closer, as if preparing to say more. At that moment, the sound of someone clearing their throat by the door made them both turn.
Standing there, exuding authority and composure, was Yibo. Zhan's heart skipped a beat for reasons he didn't want to admit. Avoiding eye contact, he attempted to walk past, but Yibo caught his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. Turning to Sen Nan, Yibo's gaze was as cold as steel, his tone controlled but sharp. "You'll excuse us now," he said, motioning toward the door.
The weight of Yibo's stare seemed to press down on Sen Nan, who reluctantly left, his face a mix of anger and frustration.
Once the door shut, Yibo closed his eyes briefly, as if suppressing his own temper. He opened them again and looked directly at Zhan. And said "After the meeting, before you leave this office, I expect your resignation letter on my desk," he said firmly. "As of today, you are no longer allowed to work here. And you're not going anywhere unless it's with me."
Without waiting for a response, Yibo turned and walked out, leaving Zhan standing there, stunned. He stared at the door, disbelief and indignation bubbling within him. Who does he think he is? What kind of delusion makes him think he can control my life like this?
Pushing down his irritation, Zhan composed himself and headed to the meeting, where everyone was already seated and waiting. As he entered, Sen Nan's gaze followed him, while Yibo remained impassive, his expression unreadable.
The meeting dragged on for hours, tension lingering in the air between the three of them. When it finally ended, Zhan intended to return to his office, but Sarah intercepted him.
"Mr. Wang Yibo is waiting for you in the car," she said softly, her voice hesitant.
Zhan rolled his eyes and brushed past her. "Tell him I'll leave on my own once I'm finished."
Sarah hesitated, torn between relaying the message and avoiding Yibo's wrath. Before she could decide, Yibo himself appeared at the office entrance, his presence immediately filling the room with an air of authority. Sarah quickly exited without a word.
Zhan didn't acknowledge him, instead heading to his desk to grab his phone. The faint scent of Yibo's cologne reached him before the man spoke.
For the first time, Yibo's temper slipped, and without warning, he grabbed Zhan's wrist and his bag, leading him out of the office. Ignoring Zhan's protests, he pushed him into the car, got in, and drove off, leaving no room for argument.
Zhan's patience had reached its limit. Turning to Yibo in frustration, he snapped, "Stop the car! I don't need to go to the house like this. I'm tired of people barging into my life, doing whatever they please whenever they feel like it. That's enough! Just stop the car...I'll get out."
Yibo, visibly furious, pulled over abruptly with a harsh screech of the tires. He turned to face Zhan, his intense gaze making Zhan's heart skip a beat. In a low, commanding voice that sent a chill down Zhan's spine, Yibo said, "Let me show you the difference between authority and privilege—between what I choose to do and what I have the right to do. Both are in my hands when it comes to your life. From now on, you'll learn who your husband is and who your ex-boyfriend was. And if you speak another word here, you'll see exactly who holds control over this marriage."
Instead of continuing to Wang Mansion, Yibo turned the car around sharply, speeding toward his large private house in the military district. The neighborhood, heavily guarded and reserved for high-ranking officers, was the most secure area in the city.
As they approached the first checkpoint, where soldiers stood guard, Zhan felt his heart start to race. He knew Yibo had a new house in the district—one he'd intended to share with Hannah after their wedding. Zhan realized that if he allowed himself to be taken inside, no one but Yibo could get him out. Anxiety clawed at him, but his pride wouldn't let him voice his concerns or even glance in Yibo's direction.
When they arrived at the massive gate of the house, it opened automatically, the soldier stationed nearby casually seated and on the phone. Yibo parked the car next to a sleek new Audi that had been sitting in the driveway ever since he bought it, unused.
Without sparing Zhan a glance, Yibo got out and headed for the entrance, which required a code to unlock. Watching him enter the house, Zhan realized there was no way he'd come back for him—not after leaving in such a state. Determined not to sit idle, Zhan followed him inside, needing to know why Yibo had brought him here of all places. He had things to do, even if Yibo apparently didn't.
Once inside, Zhan glanced around the lavish living room, his eyes briefly landing on Yibo as he headed toward the bedrooms without a word. The coldness of Yibo's dismissal sent a fresh wave of anger through Zhan. Refusing to chase after him or plead to be taken back, Zhan walked over to the couch and sat down, his expression hard.
If we're going to spend the entire day here, so be it. I'm not about to break down or beg him to take me home, he thought, crossing his arms defiantly. Let him sulk. I can wait just as long as he can.
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Zhan glanced at the clock, noticing how late it was. Yibo had gone into the bedroom and hadn't come out since. It was already 6 p.m., and there was still no sign of him. Pulling his phone out of his bag, Zhan checked for messages or missed calls. Just as he was about to call Granny, he caught the scent of Yibo's cologne.
Without looking up, Zhan knew Yibo was approaching. When he finally glanced over, he saw Yibo dressed in white, looking strikingly handsome, his fresh scent filling the room. Yibo didn't say a word, simply casting a quick look in Zhan's direction before walking past him and heading out the door.
Zhan returned to his phone and noticed a message from Bei:
"Sarah said you and Yibo had to rush to the airport for business purpose. Safe travels, my dear brother-in-law. Don't worry, I've already informed Granny."
It was clear Bei had sent the message for some ulterior reason. Sighing, Zhan put the phone down and got up to stretch his legs. He paced the room for a while, waiting for Yibo to return.
By the time Yibo finally came back, it was 10 p.m. Zhan had dozed off into an uneasy sleep, though he had never truly allowed himself to relax, keeping his guard up. At the sound of Yibo entering, Zhan stirred, opening his eyes groggily. His exhaustion and irritation were evident. He saw Yibo standing in front of him, looking at him with an unusual softness, perhaps a tinge of guilt. Yibo seemed to have noticed that Zhan hadn't eaten or drunk anything since they arrived, despite signs that he had used the sitting room's restroom earlier.
Without a word, Yibo leaned down and effortlessly scooped Zhan up in his arms, carrying him to the dining table. Gently setting him down, he gestured toward the food and drinks he had brought with him. Zhan stood up immediately, glaring at Yibo, ready to lash out, but his exhaustion sapped the strength from his voice.
Yibo, observing this, opened a cold bottle of fresh milk, poured some, and brought it to Zhan. He guided Zhan back to his seat and offered the drink to his lips. Too drained to argue, Zhan reluctantly took a sip, the cool milk soothing him slightly. Only then did he muster the strength to meet Yibo's gaze.
Pulling away from Yibo's hold, Zhan muttered under his breath, refusing to let the moment soften his resolve.
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