By dawn, their flight had landed. Zhan was utterly exhausted from the journey. His pregnancy, coupled with hunger—despite the snacks he had earlier—had drained him entirely. He needed real food, not just nibbles. His body felt weak and heavy, and he could barely muster any energy.
When they reached the car waiting to take them home, Zhan leaned even more into Yibo, who kept him close, half his attention entirely on Zhan as they got into the car. Hannah sat in the front, while Yibo and Zhan were in the back. Any excitement Hannah had about the trip was now replaced by bitterness and frustration. Her mood darkened as she took in the sight of Zhan leaning weakly into Yibo, who fussed over him like someone about to give birth that very moment.
Hannah let out an audible sigh of frustration, drawing Yibo's attention. He glanced at her briefly before saying, "Tell the driver where to drop you off so we can drop you first and head home."
Hannah tried to keep her irritation in check as she turned to look at Yibo and then at Zhan, whose eyes were closed, his hand still held securely in Yibo's. Forcing a sarcastic smile, she said, "Since Zhan isn't feeling well, and given his condition, you should take him home first so he can rest. I'll wait for my turn."
Yibo ignored her tone and gently squeezed Zhan's hand. "Don't worry, hubby, we're almost home. Once we get there, I'll personally feed both you and our baby."
Zhan's eyes fluttered open at his words, soft and tired, locking onto Yibo's gaze. Yibo felt his heartbeat quicken and chuckled softly, lowering his voice even further. "Are you trying to kill me, hubby? With that look? I don't think I'll survive it. Save that look for tomorrow when you've rested, and I'll show you just how much it affects me."
Despite his weariness, Zhan shifted slightly, pulling back a little from Yibo's embrace at his teasing. Yibo immediately tightened his hold and whispered, "Alright, alright, I won't say anything else."
Hannah, though pretending not to care, heard every word. Her grip on her handbag tightened as waves of jealousy coursed through her. She wanted nothing more than to vent her frustration on the oblivious driver, but she managed to restrain herself.
North Beretania Street, Honolulu, Hawaii, US.
The car stopped at the entrance of Yibo's house. Following his instructions, the driver didn't park but instead prepared to take Hannah to her destination after dropping them off.
Their luggage was retrieved by Brian, the male housekeeper and cook responsible for maintaining the house alongside two security personnel stationed at Yibo's office. He greeted them with respect, particularly eyeing Zhan with concern as he said, "Welcome, Sir."
Zhan, weak and barely audible, murmured, "Thank you."
Yibo entered first, holding Zhan's hand firmly. Brian followed with their luggage, quickly heading to switch on the lights and adjust the air conditioning, which he'd turned on earlier after ensuring the house was spotless.
The lavish living room, with its opulent White-and-green decor, was breathtaking, but Zhan paid it no mind, his exhaustion too overwhelming to care. Yibo led him straight to the dining room, instructing Brian to bring hot black tea and water immediately.
Yibo helped Zhan settle into a chair first before pulling one out for himself, sitting beside him. He glanced over the food on the table—chips, pasta salad, hot pancakes, toasted bread and a large cake with light icing.
He served Zhan a small portion of chips and salad topped with red beef sausage, placing a fork on the plate. Just as Brian arrived with steaming tea in a white Mug on a tray, Yibo took it and brought it to Zhan's lips, instructing Brian to slightly increase the air conditioning to make the room cooler, knowing Zhan might feel warm.
Slowly, Zhan accepted the tea, sipping while watching Yibo's cautious movements, as though he was afraid Zhan lacked the strength to hold the cup himself. Only after Zhan had finished the tea did Yibo place the cup aside. He looked at Zhan tenderly and asked, "Is that enough, or do you want more?"
Feeling calm and cared for in Yibo's presence, Zhan softly replied, "Thank you."
Yibo motioned toward the plate with his eyes, ready to serve him more food, but Zhan lightly grabbed his hand and gave him a meaningful look. He gestured toward the other cup of tea, silently indicating Yibo too to drink it, as for him... he could manage eating on his own.
Yibo shook his head and stood up. "I'll go take a quick shower first. Take your time eating, okay?" He leaned down to kiss Zhan's forehead before heading toward the hallway leading to his bedroom. After taking a few steps, he disappeared through a doorway that led to his private room.
Once inside, Yibo removed his clothes and placed their suitcases in his large closet, which occupied more than half of one wall. The room was filled with cool air and the lingering scent of his luxurious colognes. Even the bedding carried the same signature fragrance.
Heading into the en suite bathroom, Yibo began by brushing his teeth, then turned on the warm shower. He closed his eyes, letting the water cascade down his body, slowly washing away the fatigue from the long day.
He took his time, relishing the moment, before finally stepping out, his body now carrying the faint aroma of his shower gel. Wrapping himself in a towel around his waist, he left the bathroom, knowing Zhan would have finished his meal by now.
When he reached the sitting room, he found Zhan seated on a couch, having left the dining table. Zhan looked up and froze at the sight of Yibo, standing in nothing but a towel, droplets of water still glistening on his skin. Yibo approached, extended a hand, and asked with a smile, "Shall we?"
Without hesitation, Zhan placed his hand in Yibo's. Yibo helped him to his feet, then swept him off the floor entirely, carrying him toward the bedroom. He set Zhan down gently in the center of the room and handed him a towel. Turning around to give Zhan privacy, he gestured toward the bathroom with a nod, silently indicating where it was.
Zhan walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Inside, he opened a new toothbrush from the assortment neatly arranged alongside expensive shampoos, shaving kits, and bath products. He brushed his teeth before stepping under the warm shower, closing his eyes and letting the water soothe him, feeling the last traces of fatigue melt away.
When Zhan returned, freshly showered and dressed in light clothes, Yibo was already back, fully dressed. He had left earlier to fetch a hot cup of tea and some water. As Zhan stood near the bed, Yibo noticed the slight curve of his stomach beneath the loose-fitting clothes.
Yibo approached, pulling Zhan gently into his arms and offering him the water. Zhan took a few sips before handing it back, and Yibo placed it on the bedside table. He guided Zhan to the bed, pulling back the soft duvet and motioning for him to lie down.
Zhan climbed into the middle of the bed, and Yibo joined him, covering them both with the duvet. He reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into a gentle darkness. With one hand resting on Zhan's stomach, he rubbed small, comforting circles. It wasn't long before Zhan drifted into a peaceful sleep, and Yibo soon followed.
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They slept deeply and only woke up in the late afternoon, a little past 5 p.m. Yibo was the first to wake up. He headed to the bathroom, taking a refreshing shower to ease the stiffness in his body before stepping out and dressing in a white Cartier shirt and three-quarter trousers. The outfit accentuated his fair complexion and added to his relaxed, refreshed look.
He picked up his phone and reconnected his local lines before switching them on. By this time, Zhan had also woken up and gone into the bathroom for his own shower.
When Zhan emerged from the bathroom, Yibo glanced at him from head to toe, his gaze lingering on Zhan's bare legs, which were exposed due to the small towel wrapped around his waist. Yibo felt a flicker of desire, his thoughts momentarily unraveled by the sight. Motioning with his hand, he called Zhan over, his eyes still fixed on him. As Zhan approached, Yibo pulled him onto his lap and whispered in his ear, "Wear something that leaves these legs on display."
Zhan looked at him, raising an eyebrow, and Yibo winked, saying, "Yes."
Smiling shyly, Zhan got up and walked over to the vanity. He applied some Neutrogena oil to his skin, picked out a soft, lightly scented cologne, and then stood in front of the closet, pondering Yibo's comment as he decided what to wear.
As Zhan sorted through his clothes, he realized that Bei, who had packed for him, had included mostly skimpy sleepwear—nothing suitable for proper lounging. Despite a tinge of embarrassment, Zhan picked a free-flowing purple silk shirt and paired it with short shorts that left half his thighs exposed. He blushed slightly at his own reflection but decided to embrace it.
With his phone in hand, Zhan stepped out into the sitting room, following the scent of Yibo's strong cologne that still lingered in the air.
Yibo was on a call with Granny, but the sight of Zhan made him fall silent, distracted. His eyes roamed over Zhan's outfit, a mix of admiration and playful mischief in his expression. "Bei's friend is going to be the death of me," he muttered under his breath.
Zhan approached, noticing Yibo's distraction. When Granny greeted him, Zhan took the phone with a wide smile, visibly happy to hear her voice.
"Granny, good afternoon! How are you?" Zhan asked, his voice warm and cheerful.
"I'm well, Zhan. How are you? How was the trip? Are you feeling okay?" Granny responded lovingly.
"I'm fine, Granny. How's Wang Dad? And Bei?" Zhan asked.
Bei, sitting beside Granny while having breakfast, took the phone to chat with Zhan. However, her teasing remarks prompted Zhan to glance at Yibo and move slightly away, worried Bei might say something to embarrass him.
After a long conversation, Yibo, who had grown impatient, approached Zhan and rested his head on Zhan's lap, inhaling the intoxicating scent of Zhan's cologne.
When Zhan finished the call, they ate a meal that Brian had prepared. Yibo then insisted that Zhan brush his teeth before bed, while he sat at his desk to work on his laptop.
It wasn't until late at night that Yibo finished his work. He turned everything off, brushed his teeth, and changed into a night suit before climbing into bed and snuggling close to Zhan under the blanket.
The next morning, at precisely 9 a.m., Yibo was dressed and ready for work in his neatly tailored uniform, which highlighted his strong physique. He looked stunning, and Zhan couldn't help but admire him. Noticing Zhan's lingering gaze, Yibo smiled, pulling him close.
Before leaving, Yibo kissed Zhan deeply, leaving him breathless before pulling back and whispering, "I love you, Zhan ge."
Zhan's eyes widened in surprise, joy spreading through him. Without realizing it, his hand, still held in Yibo's, tightened its grip.
Yibo chuckled at Zhan's reaction and said softly, "Take care of yourself, okay?"
Zhan nodded, a shy smile on his face. Yibo leaned in for one last kiss before walking out the door, leaving Zhan's heart full.
Zhan heard the quiet hum of Yibo's luxurious car as it pulled away, the engine so smooth it barely made a sound. He let out a deep sigh, then turned back to the bedroom to start tidying up. Picking up the sweeper, he finished cleaning and mopped the floors. He turned on the air conditioner, which they had switched off earlier, and moved on to clean the other two rooms and the sitting room. Despite Brian arriving earlier in the morning to handle the chores and prepare breakfast, Zhan felt compelled to do more.
After finishing, Zhan removed his sleepwear and headed to the bathroom for a refreshing shower. Once out, he applied lotion and a lightly scented cologne. He slipped into blue jeans and a crisp white Gucci shirt, then made his way to the sitting room where he began a video call with Dai Jie, his mother, and Grandma. As usual, Grandma teased him, her playful jabs more endearing than annoying today. Instead of rolling his eyes as he usually would, Zhan found himself smiling warmly, realizing how much he missed them.
The conversation eventually shifted to Dai Jie, who gave him some advice on how to handle Hannah if she ever visit. Dai Jie was straightforward, encouraging Zhan to set boundaries and ensure that no one interfered in his relationship with Yibo. She emphasized that it was time for Zhan and Yibo to focus on strengthening their bond without external distractions.
After chatting with Bei and Sarah, Zhan finally called Uncle Wen, whose excitement was palpable. "Zhan, you're really settled in your husband's house now?" Uncle Wen asked, his voice brimming with pride.
"Yes, Uncle Wen. Everything is fine," Zhan replied, his smile audible in his tone.
The evening dragged on, and by 6 p.m., Yibo still hadn't returned. The silence in the house began to weigh on Zhan, and he felt lonely despite Brian's earlier company. Unable to stomach the vegetable rice with egg that Brian had prepared, Zhan opted for some cake and milk instead. Afterward, he took a shower and changed into his sleepwear, settling in to wait for Yibo.
When Yibo finally returned, Zhan had already locked the door after Brian's departure. At the sound of the doorbell, Zhan got up and opened the door.
As soon as Zhan let him in, Yibo's eyes swept over him, taking in his appearance. Without a word, Yibo stepped inside and gently shut the door, wrapping his arms around Zhan from behind. Before Zhan could say anything, Yibo whispered, "I miss you."
Zhan leaned back into him, savoring the moment, and responded softly, "Welcome back."
Yibo closed his eyes for a moment, his hands resting on Zhan's stomach. "Have you eaten?" he asked in a low, tender voice.
Zhan shook his head. "I didn't like what Brian cooked. It made me feel nauseous."
Yibo turned Zhan around to face him, his brows furrowed in concern. "So, you haven't eaten anything?"
"No, I had some cake," Zhan admitted.
Yibo sighed lightly, taking Zhan's hand. "Come on, let's go. I'll take you to eat something proper."
After a quick shower, Yibo changed into a sleek black H&M shirt and pants. He helped Zhan get dressed in a loose ash-and-white top paired with shorts. Once they were ready, Yibo grabbed his car keys and led Zhan outside, opening the passenger door for him before getting in himself. The security guard opened the gate, and they drove off.
They arrived at a five-star restaurant and headed straight to the VIP section upstairs. Yibo ordered a variety of dishes and snacks, ensuring Zhan had plenty to choose from. To Yibo's delight, Zhan ate heartily, trying almost everything on the table. Once they were both full, Yibo paid the bill, and they headed home.
Back at the house, Zhan wanted to take a shower, but he noticed Yibo's lingering gaze and the way he kept kissing his hand during the drive home. Zhan had a feeling Yibo had something else in mind. As soon as they stepped into the sitting room, Yibo pulled Zhan into his arms, burying his face in Zhan's neck and inhaling deeply.
Zhan shivered slightly at the sensation, but before he could say anything, Yibo pressed a soft kiss to his neck. Zhan closed his eyes, his breath hitching. When he turned to look at Yibo, he found himself caught in Yibo's intense gaze. Without hesitation, Yibo leaned in and captured Zhan's lips in a kiss.
The tenderness gave way to something deeper, a hunger that had been simmering all evening. Yibo had stolen light kisses during dinner, but now he needed more. And this time, Zhan was more than willing to give it.
Yibo carried Zhan in his arms, their lips still locked, as he made his way to the bedroom. Once there, he gently laid Zhan on the bed and began removing their clothes. The moment Zhan initiated kissing him back, Yibo's breath hitched. It didn't take long before Zhan had undone the last of Yibo's buttons. That night, Zhan unknowingly set himself up for a challenge, as Yibo's fervent responses only heightened their passion and intensity.
Afterward, they showered together. Zhan, exhausted and spent, slipped into his sleepwear and collapsed into bed. Fatigue overtook him quickly, as it always did after a night with Yibo. His husband's strength and stamina were nothing short of overwhelming, a testament to Yibo's vitality and energy as a healthy, complete man.
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The next day, Yibo was busy with work and only returned home late in the evening. By that time, Brian, their housekeeper, had already left. As was becoming their routine, Yibo and Zhan went out to eat dinner at a different restaurant before heading back home.
On another morning, Yibo explicitly instructed Brian to stop preparing their dinner unless he consulted Zhan first. Brian agreed. Initially, when Brian sought Zhan's input, Zhan would suggest meals, but he never truly enjoyed what was prepared. After consulting with Bei during a phone call, she advised Zhan to take charge of dinner preparation himself, at least for the evenings. Zhan took her advice and relieved Brian of that duty, cooking dinner for himself and Yibo instead. For breakfast, Yibo insisted on handling it when he was home, and for lunch, he often had cereals since he was usually alone.
Despite Yibo's late work hours, their bond only grew stronger. Yibo typically left for work around 10 a.m. and returned between 4 and 5 p.m. Once home, Zhan rarely left his side. Especially now that Zhan was six months pregnant, heading into his seventh month, their connection seemed to deepen even further. Yibo's hands were almost always on Zhan's stomach, whether under his shirt or on top of it. He had grown so attached to Zhan's Love that his usual composed demeanor had softened considerably, though only within their home. In public, Yibo maintained his reserved expression, but it melted away the moment they returned home, filling Zhan's eyes with warmth.
Zhan, too, found himself completely at ease around Yibo. The shy hesitations he once had were long gone, especially as Yibo indulged him in wearing stylish but daring outfits that left Zhan blushing at first. Over time, though, he got used to them.
Whenever Zhan wore something particularly appealing, Yibo often feel like skipped going to the office altogether, spending the day at home instead. Their love was so palpable that even the slightest gesture from Zhan would elicit an "I love you" from Yibo.
Their preparations for the baby were well underway. Zhan grew tired of unpacking the endless baby items that Yibo kept buying. They had even scheduled regular hospital visits every ten days, ensuring everything was on track. Thankfully, Zhan's pregnancy was smooth, with no swelling or complications, only a prominent bump that Yibo loved photographing.
When Bei and Kai Xu returned to the U.S., Zhan and Yibo visited them, from their luxurious hotel, though they spent most of their time at Bei's house. Bei was preparing to move back to China to pack and move back finally, so they took the opportunity to catch up. The couple spent five days in the city before heading to New York for a military-related event. They stayed there for ten days before finally returning home.
Late at night, they arrived back home. Exhausted from the short flight, Zhan took a quick shower and went straight to bed, grateful for the comfort of home after their travels.
The next morning, Zhan didn't wake up until ten because Yibo woke him with the warmth of his breath against Zhan's neck, his hands roaming over the silky nightshirt Zhan wore. Despite his growing belly, Zhan hadn't stopped wearing the kind of sleepwear Yibo loved.
Zhan let out a soft sigh, opening his sleepy eyes to meet Yibo's gaze, which held an intensity Zhan knew all too well. Closing his eyes briefly, Zhan took another deep breath as Yibo pressed a kiss behind his ear and nestled closer, despite the size of Zhan's belly keeping him from fully embracing the way he used to. Zhan wrapped his arms around Yibo's neck, drawing him in for a kiss. Before Zhan could reach him, Yibo leaned forward, capturing Zhan's lips in a slow, passionate kiss that conveyed the depth of their love for each other.
Soon, Yibo's hands slid under Zhan's shirt, gently removing it and tossing it aside, his focus solely on Zhan as they shared this tender moment.
Afterward, Zhan emerged from the shower, refreshed and dressed in a loose maternity top and comfortable three-quarter pants. The scent of Yibo's Tom Ford cologne lingered on him as he walked out, his phone pressed to his ear during a call with Bei, who was telling him about her plans to return to New York within the week.
"Bei, I'd love to come and give birth there, but I know Yibo won't agree," Zhan said with a sigh.
Bei chuckled. "Of course, he won't. I already spoke to him about it, and he insisted that you'll be giving birth at home before you go anywhere."
Zhan sighed again, resigned. "I figured as much. So, when exactly are you leaving—" His voice faltered, and he froze mid-sentence, his eyes fixed on the dining table.
Slowly, he muttered, "Hannah?" His gaze lingered on the woman sitting there, wearing jeans and a Burberry blouse, her small night gown suggesting she'd stayed the night. Zhan repeated her name, his disbelief evident.
Bei, hearing the tension in Zhan's voice, grew concerned. "Hannah? What Hannah? Isn't she still in UK finishing her studies? What's she doing at your house?"
"I'll call you once I find out," Zhan replied curtly, ending the call and walking straight to the dining table.
Hannah, startled by the sound of Zhan approaching, quickly turned to face him. "Marshal!" she exclaimed, her expression a mix of fake surprise and something more cunning. But Zhan wasn't buying it. Her calculated look only fueled his growing unease.
With a composed but stern demeanor, Zhan addressed her directly. "You'll have to wait until my husband comes out before you touch anything. Even I, as his partner, don't eat without him. And why are you in our house?"
Before Hannah could respond, Yibo entered the dining area, his presence commanding as always, exuding his usual confidence. The scent of his cologne filled the space, and Zhan instinctively straightened his posture. Yibo leaned down, pressing a kiss to Zhan's temple before guiding him to sit on his lap. His hands rested protectively on Zhan's belly as he glanced at Zhan with genuine concern. "Everything okay?" he asked softly.
Zhan locked eyes with him, his tone calm but firm. "Did you know she was coming? When did she arrive?"
Yibo nodded, pressing a kiss to Zhan's hand before answering. "Yes, I knew. She arrived yesterday. While we were out, she called to let me know she was in town to visit. It was late, and she couldn't return, so I asked Brian to pick her up and bring her here since we were also returning late."
Without saying another word, Yibo turned to the table and said, "Let's eat. I know you're hungry."
Zhan nodded silently, sitting down next to Yibo and starting his meal. Hannah, on the other hand, dominated the conversation throughout breakfast, her voice filling the room. Despite her attempts to engage, Zhan ignored her, focusing entirely on his food. Yibo occasionally glanced at Zhan, clearly attuned to his partner's mood.
Once the meal was over, Zhan excused himself and retreated to their bedroom. Sitting on the couch, he tried to calm his racing heart, but the anger and frustration overwhelmed him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought about how Hannah had not only entered their home but stayed the night. Worse, there was no indication she would be leaving anytime soon.
It took Zhan some time to calm his nerves before he finally stepped out of the bedroom. By then, Yibo had already left the dining table and was now in the sitting room, speaking on the phone. Hannah sat nearby, her eyes glued to him like a hawk, admiring his elegance, poise, and undeniable charm.
Zhan approached, adjusting his posture to emphasize the weight of his pregnancy. Yibo glanced up mid-call, his gaze softening as he saw Zhan approaching. Extending one hand, he helped Zhan settle onto his lap, his other hand gently touching Zhan's face. "Everything okay?" he asked, his tone filled with concern.
Zhan nodded silently, but his eyes flickered toward Hannah, whose expression was a mix of irritation and frustration. Her displeasure was apparent, but Zhan chose to ignore it.
In a calm and composed tone, Zhan asked, "Hannah, how is work or school?"
Hannah didn't respond immediately, pretending not to hear him until she noticed Yibo ending his phone call. Then, in a dismissive tone, she said, "Whichever you mean, everything is fine. Especially now that I'll be staying here at home. My studies will progress better with this arrangement."
Yibo's gaze returned to Zhan, his hand cupping Zhan's chin as he leaned in for a soft kiss. Then, standing up, he held Zhan's hand and walked him toward the door. He kissed Zhan's hand gently before leaving. "Take care of yourself and the baby, okay?"
Zhan smiled warmly. "You too," he replied.
Once Yibo left, Zhan returned to the sitting room, picked up the remote, and began watching TV. He answered a few phone calls but paid no further attention to Hannah.
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Despite Hannah's presence, Zhan maintained his usual routine. That evening, after preparing dinner, he showered and changed into something casual yet comfortable. By the time Yibo returned home, Hannah had dolled herself up, sitting in the living room and texting on her phone.
Yibo barely acknowledged her, offering only a curt greeting before his attention shifted entirely to Zhan, who was walking toward him. A smile spread across Yibo's face—one Hannah had never seen before—as he opened his arms slightly. Zhan stepped into his embrace, murmuring, "Welcome back."
Yibo replied with a look of pure affection, guiding Zhan to their bedroom so he could freshen up.
Hannah's time in the house brought her nothing but frustration and envy. From the moment she arrived, it was clear she was breathing the air of resentment. Zhan had transformed—he was no longer the reserved person she once knew. He had become confident and unbothered, basking in the overwhelming love Yibo showered on him. Hannah couldn't stand it.
Yibo, on the other hand, was fully supportive of Zhan's newfound boldness. He encouraged Zhan's confidence and showed him affection openly, much to Hannah's dismay. Their displays of affection were constant, from casual kisses to hand-holding, and they never hesitated to share loving moments, even in Hannah's presence.
As much as Hannah tried to stay, the atmosphere in the house became unbearable for her. Yibo had grown tired of her presence, as her being there disrupted the natural flow of their home. While Zhan refused to waste energy on Hannah, he did express his wish for her to leave, but Yibo insisted she would go when she was ready.
Hannah, however, wasn't ready to accept defeat. She started to test boundaries, trying to insert herself into Yibo's life. She would often find excuses to approach him, especially when he was in the gaming room during Zhan's morning naps. But despite her persistence, Yibo remained indifferent, his heart and attention wholly devoted to Zhan and their growing family.
Hannah's schemes only pushed Yibo further away, solidifying the unshakable bond between him and Zhan. In the end, Hannah's attempts to cause disruption proved futile—Zhan and Yibo's love remained steadfast, unyielding to any outside interference.
The situation had grown unbearable for Zhan, prompting him to call Bei in distress and confide in her. For days, he and Yibo had argued over Hannah's presence in their home. Yibo had firmly insisted that she leave, but Mom Ella had intervened, calling Yibo and gently persuading him to let Hannah stay a little longer to complete her academic program.
Reluctantly, Yibo had agreed, but her continued presence in their home now felt more permanent than temporary. What had started as a weekend visit had turned into a daily routine where Yibo would often drop Hannah off at a nearby spot before continuing his own errands.
Bei let out an exasperated sigh, her frustration with Mom Ella and Hannah evident. "Why would an older woman like Hannah come to live with you two, especially since you haven't even had your first child yet? Everyone knows she's been after your husband for ages."
The mention of Hannah's affection for Yibo hit Zhan like a punch to the gut. He closed his eyes, his head spinning with the weight of his jealousy. Although he never let Hannah see his unease, her presence had deeply unsettled him. Even Yibo hadn't fully realized the extent of Zhan's possessiveness.
Granny, sitting beside Bei and listening to the entire conversation, could hear the tension in Zhan's voice. The situation surprised her too; she hadn't thought Mom Ella's lack of judgment would reach such an extreme. However, she chose not to call Yibo directly, worried it might create unnecessary tension between the couple.
The next day, Granny contacted Wang Dad and explained everything, urging him to speak with Mom Ella. She added firmly that Hannah needed to leave, either returning to her original accommodation or being provided with a separate place to stay.
Wang Dad was disappointed by the situation. He sat Mom Ella down and explained that Yibo had confided in him about not wanting Hannah—or any other woman—in his life. He further clarified that Mom Ella's actions were stirring unnecessary trouble between Yibo and Zhan.
Angry but cornered, Wang Dad ask Mom Ella to called Hannah and instructed her to leave the house, promising to provide enough money to secure a new place. Furthermore, he made it clear that Hannah was not to remain in Yibo's house for more than a week.
In her anger, Mom Ella also called Zhan and lashed out at him, her tone filled with accusations and guilt-tripping remarks. Though Zhan tried to hold back his emotions, tears escaped him, and he ended the call abruptly.
Afterward, Mom Ella reached out to Yibo, complaining about the scolding she had received from Wang Dad and Granny. She blamed Zhan for escalating the issue by involving them instead of discussing it privately with Yibo.
Yibo was deeply unsettled by the situation. When he called Wang Dad, he was once again reminded of the directive for Hannah to leave. Granny also chastised him for allowing the matter to spiral. The entire ordeal left Yibo frustrated, and he directed his irritation toward Zhan, accusing him of lacking patience and blowing things out of proportion.
By the time Yibo returned home, Zhan's tear-streaked face made his heart ache, but he was too upset to offer comfort. Their argument escalated into a significant fight—their worst since getting married. Zhan's sobs were heart-wrenching, but Yibo felt compelled to make him understand the consequences of his actions.
Unable to bear Zhan's tears any longer, Yibo left the house, though it pained him to do so. Deep down, he felt Zhan's pain as his own, but he also believed Zhan needed to hear the hard truth about how things had unfolded.
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