Yibo mansion.
At night.
Just as Zhan brought the dishes he made to the dining table, he saw Yibo walk into the dining room with an unhappy expression.
Zhan asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Uncle said that he would hold a dinner party at Golden Cauldron Club tomorrow night. He asked cousin Yibo to bring you there.”
Yijun came in and answered Zhan’s question directly.
Zhan looked at Yijun doubtfully and asked Yibo, “What does he mean by dinner party?”
Yibo did not say anything and sat down at the dining table.
“You don’t want to go?”
Yibo’s expression had already fully expressed his desire not to go to the dinner.
Yijun whispered to Zhan, “He doesn’t want to see my uncle.”
Yibo and his father, Wang Yizhou, were at odds, and Zhan could guess the reason more or less.
The reason was naturally related to Yibo’s mother. As for the details, Zhan did not quite understand.
Back in the room, Yibo still had a cold expression.
Zhan walked over and helped Yibo untie his tie. “If you don’t want to go, then don’t. He won’t force you.”
Yibo bent down slightly to make it easier for Zhan to untie his tie.
However, as he bent down, he held Zhan’s waist with his hands.
Zhan glared at him. “Let go of me!”
Not only did Yibo not let go, he even stroked Zhan’s back and said, “You’ve already helped me with my tie. Are you not going to take off my clothes?”
Zhan pushed him, “You’re daydreaming!”
“Then I’ll help you take off your clothes.” As Yibo spoke, his long finger slid from the back of Zhan neck to the front.
The room was well heated. As soon as Zhan entered, he took off his coat and was only wearing one shirt.
Yibo’s fingers slid down Zhan collar and unbuttoned his shirt.
“Yibo…” before Zhan finished.
A pair of soft yet moistened and warm flesh cover his lips, preventing him from speaking.
Zhan stumble into the room with his eyes wide open, no complaint. What can he do Yibo will do whatever, he can’t fight with him with this…. closing his eyes and losing himself in the sweetness of kiss.
Read MoreZhan was so tired that he fell asleep after his release.
Yibo cleaned Zhan and showered him with forhead kisses and pecks in lip and mumbling many ‘Love you’ before hugging him to sleep.
Saturday night.
Zhan sat on the sofa in the living room. In front of him stood a row of makeup artists, stylists, and dressers.
There was a row of dresses behind them.
“Who told you to send those dressed over?”
“It’s Mr. Wang.”
Although Zhan knew that no one else would send these dresses over other than Yibo, he was still a little irritated.
Last night, he asked Yibo if he wanted to go to the dinner party, but Yibo didn’t answer. He thought that Yibo didn’t want to go, so he didn’t care about the dinner party anymore. Now that Yibo had sent these dresses over, it was obvious that he was preparing for the dinner party.
Zhan, on the other hand, was completely unprepared.
“Mrs. Wang, we don’t have much time left. Do you think we should start fitting now?” the stylist asked.
“Don’t worry. Wait a moment.”
After Zhan finished speaking, he took out his phone and wanted to call Yibo.
Just as he took out his phone, he got a phone call from Yibo.
Zhan picked up the phone but did not say anything.
Yibo kept silent for a moment, and then asked, “Did you try on the dresses?”
“No.” Zhan held the phone in one hand and his tone sounded a little loose.
Yibo naturally recognized Zhan displeasure.
He seemed to chuckle and said, “Just go to the dinner party please, and I can promise you a request. You can ask me to do anything.”
Zhan asked, “Really?”
“Yes,” Yibo replied.
Zhan sat upright, curled his lips and said, “Then let’s sleep in separate rooms!”
“No way.” Yibo rejected his request directly.
“Then you can only sleep with me Three times in week.”
“Everyday means Everyday.”
Zhan leaned back on the sofa. He knew that Yibo would not agree to his request so easily.
“Then there’s no need to discuss. I’m not going to the dinner party!” Zhan’s got a temper, too!
Zhan hung up the phone directly.
Even if he decided to go, he still had to notify me in advance. But he just called a group of stylists over and made a decision for me without asking my opinion! Who gave him the right?
I had to go just because he told me?
It was okay that Yibo was confident, but he was too bossy.
Zhan could not be like Wife who allowed Husband to make decisions for them. Not only did those Wife not complain, they was even happy with it. Zhan was different from those type wife’s.
Zhan looked up at the row of stylists standing before him and said, “You guys can go back. I don’t need these dresses.”
Yuehua Media Company.
As Yibo looked at the phone in his hand, a hint of shock flashed through his eyes.
Zhan hung up my phone call?
Although he had thought that Zhan might be a little unhappy if he decided to let Zhan go to the dinner party, he did not expect Zhan to be so resolute.
This was truly beyond his expectations.
The dinner party started at eight o’clock. It was six o’clock now, and it would start in two hours.
There wasn’t much time left, so Yibo picked up his coat, stood up and walked out.
Cheng came in with a stack of documents. Seeing that Yibo was about to leave, he stopped him hurriedly.
“Where are you going? We still have work to do!” Who wanted to work overtime on Saturday? Cheng would not have come if it weren’t for the urgency of his work.
“There’s not much left. You can take care of it.” Yibo patted Cheng on the shoulder and said seriously, “If you do your work faster, you can go home by 12 o’clock.”
“…”
Cheng was speechless. Why did Yibo seem to think that it was natural to work overtime until 12 o’clock on Saturday?
Cheng was about to cry, “Damn it, whose company is this?”
Yibo had already been at the door and turned around to say, “It’s yours.”
Cheng was a little stupefied, but he didn’t throw the documents on the ground. Instead, he threw them on the desk and pointed at Yibo. “In my lifetime, I haven’t seen anyone more shameless than you!”
“Thank you.”
Cheng’s lips twitched. He took out his phone, opened his browser, and typed in the search bar, “How can I make a man with extraordinary willpower and intelligence kneel down to me?”
Cheng discovered that there were many similar questions on the Internet.
But the following answers are essentially the same:
“How long have you been knelt down to him?”
“It is impossible. Before you can make him kneel down, you will give in first.”
“Naive.”
“There was once a person who asked this question. Then… he died.”
“…”
What the hell were these comments?
Cheng looked at many similar posts and found that they had basically the same answers.
There was also a poster came back to answer his own question with only one sentence. “Kneeling down doesn’t feel that bad!”
Cheng threw his phone aside and sat down to deal with the documents.
He was also very desperate for being unable to defeat Yibo.
….
Yibo Mansion.
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Although Zhan asked the stylists to go back, they were unwilling to leave.
Zhan had no choice but to serve them tea in the living room, while he went to the kitchen to cook dinner leisurely.
When Yibo returned, they had already drunk enough tea. When they saw Yibo, it was as if they saw a savior. “Mr. Wang!”
Yibo glanced at them and asked the bodyguard, “Where Mrs. Wang?”
“He is in the kitchen.” The bodyguard pointed at the kitchen.
Zhan was reading the recipe. He had been thinking about some new dishes recently. He planned to try one tonight.
Just as he was reading the recipe, he heard footsteps coming from outside the door.
Somewhat miraculously, he knew that Yibo had returned the moment he heard the footsteps.
He pretended not to notice him and continued to focus on his recipe.
Yibo walked over and saw the recipe in Zhan’s hand from behind him. Seeing the name of one dish on it, he raised his eyebrows and said, “Bitter gourd mousse?”
“You’re back,” Zhan said without turning his head, his tone extremely cold.
Yibo pulled out the book from Zhan’s hand and lifted it high, taking advantage of his height. Zhan turned around and tried to stand on tiptoe to get the book, but he was shorter than him and couldn’t even touch the book.
Zhan had been angry before that, and now he was even angrier.
He kicked Yibo’s leg angrily. “Give me the recipe!”
“The recipe is more attractive than me?” Yibo raised his eyebrows and said in a serious tone.
Zhan glared at him, “Yes. It’s annoying to see you.”
Yibo smiled instead of being angry. He put the recipe aside, lowered his head and lightly kissed Zhan’s lips. He hugged him before Zhan could react.
He whispered in Zhan’s ear in low voice, “Didn’t you want to help me? I have to ask the help of my dear wife for this dinner party.”
His voice was originally low and pleasant, not to mention that he had purposely made his voice deep, so that sound of that “wife” was added more sweet tenderness.
Zhan felt his ears itch. He reached out to scratch his ears.
Yibo seemed to have guessed that Zhan would do this, He held Zhan’s hand quietly and kissed his ear lightly. “Are you going to the dinner party?”
Zhan shrunk his neck at the itch and shouted, “I’ll go, alright?”
“Thank you.” Only then did Yibo let go of him.
Zhan’s ears were sensitive and they turned red. Yibo couldn’t help but reach out and pinch his ears.
Zhan was embarrassed so he pushed Yibo hand away, “Don’t be like that, I’m going to try on the dress.”
Yibo didn’t say anything and just looked at him with a smile.
He seemed to have found another weakness of Zhan.
“What’s so funny? Stop laughing!” Zhan pushed him away rudely and went out.
After Zhan tried on five sets of dresses, the stylist was finally satisfied with one,
In the words of the stylist, every dress looked good, but she felt that Zhan could try something better.
Sitting in front of the mirror after he changed his dressed, Zhan finally calmed down.
Was Yibo playing the beauty card on me just now?
It was also a bit like that he was trying to seduce me?
Combined with Yibo’s usually gloomy and cold face, he was already being really gentle when he hugged me and softened his voice to call me “dear wife”.
When a man like Yibo tried to be gentle, no one can reject his request!
An hour later, the stylists had finally finished their work, A stylist said with a stunned expression, “Mrs, Wang is so beautiful Go downstairs and let Mr. Wang see you!”
Zhan looked into the mirror.
His suit was flamboyant black, making his fair skin look could shine.
The bangs were combed both side, revealing a smooth forehead. With the bright red lips, he looked extremely charming.
When Zhan looked at himself in the mirror, he was also a little surprised.
However, after a few glances, he felt that he looked not much different from usual. It was just that his makeup made him look more mature and charming.
The suit had to be accompanied by high heels, Zhan had not worn high heels much before, so he walked downstairs with his hands on the handrails.
Yibo had always been sitting in the hall, when he heard the sound of high heels behind him, he turned around.
Zhan looked at him expectantly.
The stylist said that I am very beautiful. Would Yibo also think that I am very beautiful now?
However, Yibo only looked at him for a few seconds before he looked away and walked over to help him. “Are you not used to wearing high heels?”
Zhan nodded. “Yes, I haven’t worn high heels much before.”
The stylist chose a pair of high heels of eight centimeters high for Zhan.
Yibo was taller than him. Now that Zhan wore high heels, he was not shorter than him so much, Zhan felt excited and compared his height with Yibo’s.
Yibo did not pay attention to this, He turned around and told the stylist behind him, “Change his shoes, no more high heels.”
The stylist was a little embarrassed, “But if he doesn’t wear high heels, the effect will be not that good…”
Yibo said expressionlessly. “Then we won’t go.”
“What?”
Zhan asked blankly, “What do you mean?”
“We won’t go to the dinner party. The stylist said that you have to wear high heels, but you are not used to them.” Yibo lowered his head and looked at Zhan, his eyes and tone extremely serious.
What kind of reason was this?
Mr. Wang’s thoughts had changed too casually.
“I think I can wear high heels,” Zhan said and walked around him for a few steps.
It’s just that he couldn’t get used to them.
Yibo coughed lightly and said, “Then change your clothes and your make-up.”
The stylists behind him suddenly chuckled, Zhan suddenly understood something.
Zhan covered his mouth and laughed slightly. Then, he said seriously, “I think this dress is nice and so does the makeup. The stylists and makeup artists you found are all very good. You have a good taste.”
Yibo looked at Zhan without any expression and didn’t say anything.
“Although I’m not used to wearing high heels, I can bear it for you.” Zhan’s tone was extremely serious.
After that, he patted Yibo’s shoulder and said, “It’s getting late. If I don’t go now, I’ll be late. I’ll be back early.”
Looking at Yibo’s cold expression, Zhan did not feel frightened for the first time. Instead, he felt quite satisfied.
At this moment, Yijun came in from outside.
He had played basketball with his classmates, and now he got back by bike. He was wearing a thin shirt and it was wet with sweat.
Yijun carried the ball in and saw Zhan at a glance.
“Holy shit!”
The ball in his hand suddenly fell down, “Yibo, you took advantage of Zhan’s absence and bring another man home.”
Zhan didn’t know what to say.
Yibo turned to look at Yijun. He squinted and seemed to be thinking something, causing Yijun to shiver.
“Alright, I have to go.” Zhan walked straight outside. When he passed by Yijun, Zhan said, “Go back to your room quickly to take a shower and get dressed. It’s cold. Don’t catch a cold.”
Only then did Yijun understood. “Zhan?”
He looked at Zhan with surprise, “Where are you going? You look so beautiful.”
Kids are the most honest.
“I’m going to the dinner party,” Zhan said as he walked out of the door.
Yijun scratched his head, “Okay.”
He turned around and asked Yibo, “It was that dinner party hosted by my uncle. Didn’t you say that you wouldn’t attend it before? Now are you going there?”
Yibo’s expression was very dark. “I won’t go.”
Yibo had been hiding his identity for so many years in order to investigate his mother’s accident. And if he appeared in front of everyone, he would definitely attract the attention of many people.
At that time, it would be inconvenient for him to do many things.
Wang Yizhou asked him to go to the dinner party with Zhan just because he wanted to know how he got along with Zhan and whether he would be willing to bring Zhan to the dinner party announce their relationship publicly.
The dinner party Zhan was invited to was hosted by the Wangs and they only invited people from the upper-class. After Zhan went to the dinner, everyone would know that he was the Young Mistress of the Wangs.
Yibo wanted to announce Zhan’s identity as his wife Mrs Wang, but in his heart, his mother’s accident was even more important.
That was the guilt and mission he had to shoulder all his life.
Yijun didn’t know that Yibo had thought so much about it. He moved closer to Yibo and said mysteriously, “Are you just gonna let Zhan go there alone? Let alone those men, many students in our class are fond of men like Zhan…”
Yibo was already unhappy. Hearing Yijun’s words, his expression became even darker.
When he saw Zhan walk downstairs, he didn’t want Zhan to attend the damn dinner party.
Zhan only belonged to him.
He also knew that he was very possessive, but when this thought came out, he was even a little shocked himself.
He could be attracted to Zhan and treat him well, but he could not indulge himself like this.
Apart from being his wife, Zhan was also the Young Mistress of the Wangs.
If he wanted to find out the truth of the abduction back then, he was destined to take a rough road, so he couldn’t indulge in affections.
Therefore, he still let him go..
“What about letting me go to the dinner party and helping you keep an eye on Zhan?”
“No need.”
After Yibo finished speaking, he walked upstairs directly.
However, he had only just walked several steps when he turned around and gave the stylist a hand gesture.
The stylist understood him and went forward with the makeup artist to grab Yijun, wanting to take off his clothes.
“Holy shit, what are you doing?” Yijun looked at them in horror, “I’m just a teenager. What are you guys going to do to me?”
They didn’t care about what he said, took off his coat and help him put on the shirt and suit.
“Mr. Yijun, do you want to change your pants yourself or should we help you?”
“There is no need to help me! I’ll do it myself!” Yijun ran into the room hurriedly with the trousers in his hands.
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