Chapter 7
"I'm I interrupting something here?" Wang Yibo's voice whispered between their faces. Xian Zhan's eyes widened in shock as he stumbled back, his face pale. Yue's eyes also widened in surprise, and she took a step back, sensing the tension.
Wang Yibo's eyes blazed with anger and hurt, but he masked them well with his cold expression. "You're flirting with another woman?! In a drunken state?! How could you, Xian Zhan?!" Xian Zhan's eyes dropped in shame, and he stuttered, "Y-Yibo, I can explain..." But Wang Yibo cut him off, holding his hand and saying, "Of course you have to explain yourself, but not here." He started walking, dragging Xian Zhan's hand.
The scene was starting to draw attention from the other patrons in the bar, and Xian Zhan's face was red with shame.
Yue's eyes were wide with discomfort, and she took another step back, trying to distance herself from the drama.
Wang Yibo's eyes blazed with a mix of anger and hurt, his voice low and menacing. "You'd better, Xian Zhan. Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're flirting with this woman, and that's not acceptable." Xian Zhan's face was pale, his eyes wide with fear. "Yibo, please listen-" But Wang Yibo cut him off, his voice rising. "No, you listen! I know our marriage means nothing to you, but I have an image to protect. And you're just like all the others, aren't you? You can't resist the temptation of someone new, someone exciting."
Zhuo Cheng, Xian Zhan's brother, stepped in, "Mr. Wang, it's not what you're thinking. We're just playing a game..." But Wang Yibo cut him off, his eyes fixed on Xian Zhan. Ji Li tried to hush them, but Xian Zhan murmured, "It's okay, guys. I can handle it."
Wang Yibo's gaze remained fixed on Xian Zhan, his eyes burning with intensity.
Xian Zhan knew he had done wrong, and he wore his wedding ring. Wang Yibo was a well-known person in Beijing, and having his husband flirt and try to kiss another woman wasn't okay at all. Xian Zhan's face was a mix of fear and desperation. "Yibo, please understand-" "I understand perfectly. You're my husband, and you're flirting with another woman. That's not acceptable behavior, Xian Zhan. Not acceptable at all."
Wang Yibo tried to drag him again, but Xian Zhan resisted. "Yibo, stop," he whispered. "Please." Wang Yibo's grip on Xian Zhan's hand tightened as he dragged him out of the bar. "You're coming with me, Xian Zhan. We need to talk." Xian Zhan stumbled along beside him, his heart racing with fear.
When they reached the mansion, Wang Yibo carried Xian Zhan to the master bedroom, tossing him on the bed and locking the door. Xian Zhan's alcohol-induced haze was gone, and he managed to stand up on the bed, his big eyes on Yibo, who was trying to strip himself for a hot shower. He was angry at Zhan, and the picture of his husband trying to kiss another woman was raging in his heart.
"Yibo, we need to talk," Xian Zhan said, even though he didn't have to explain anything to him based on their marriage conditions. But Wang Yibo fiercely tossed him on the bed again, hovering over him, grabbing his hands, and holding them against his head. Xian Zhan hissed in little pain. "What's wrong with you, Yibo? Why are you doing this? It's not like you love or care about me. We all have our freedom to do whatever we want. I will not allow you to manhandle me like you did earlier."
Wang Yibo grinned, his eyes gleaming with a hint of anger. "The fact that you're still legally my wedded husband doesn't change. And right now, I can do anything I want with you. I have the right." Xian Zhan's heart raced as he yelled, "Don't you dare touch me, or I will..." But Wang Yibo cut him off, smirking. "What will you do, my dear husband?"
Wang Yibo held both Xian Zhan's hands with one hand, and his neck chain with the other, staring at the rings. "So you even removed your wedding ring to flirt or try to get intimate with her?"
Xian Zhan felt guilty, and before he could say anything, Yibo continued talking, his voice laced with anger. "I don't care anymore, Xian Zhan. You can do whatever you want, and I will do the same." He released Xian Zhan's hands and left the bed, but that wasn't what Xian Zhan wanted. He was determined to confront him.
As Xian Zhan moved towards Yibo, Wang Yibo's eyes widened in surprise, his face pale. "What...what do you want now?" Xian Zhan's voice was low and menacing. "I won't be held back, Yibo. Not now, not ever." With a fierce move, Xian Zhan launched himself at Wang Yibo, tackling him to the ground. The two men crashed to the floor, their bodies locked in a fierce struggle.
As they struggled, their bodies pressed together, their faces inches apart. Suddenly, their eyes locked, and their fierce gazes softened.
They froze, their chests heaving, their hearts pounding. In a surprising move, Wang Yibo's gaze dropped to Xian Zhan's lips, and he felt an overwhelming urge to kiss him. Wang Yibo's eyes fluttered closed, his lips parting slightly, and he pressed them against Xian Zhan's own. Their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, their bodies still locked in a struggle, but now with a newfound intensity.
The tension between them shifted from anger to desire, their hearts racing with excitement.
As they broke apart for air, Wang Yibo's eyes opened, filled with a newfound love and adoration for Xian Zhan. "I've been blind, Xian Zhan. I see now that our game was just a disguise for our true feelings." Xian Zhan's face went red with blushing, his heart pounding. "What...what feelings?" he stuttered, trying to deny the obvious.
He quickly left the room, locking the door behind him, and muttered to himself, trying to process his emotions.
As Xian Zhan locked himself in his room, he couldn't shake off the feeling of Wang Yibo's lips on his. He had never felt such a strong connection with anyone before, and it scared him. He didn't want to admit his feelings, not even to himself.
Meanwhile, Wang Yibo was left alone in the master bedroom, his heart still racing from their intense kiss. He realized that his feelings for Xian Zhan went beyond mere possessiveness and jealousy. He was deeply in love with his husband, and it terrified him.
Wang Yibo just chuckle and enter the bathroom to take shower, he's so tired that all he wants now is to fall asleep, he will deal with his husband later.
Wang Yibo and Xian Zhan deliberately avoided each other, their emotions still raw from their intense encounter. Yibo couldn't shake off the feeling of Zhan's lips on his, and Zhan couldn't deny the spark he felt during their passionate kiss.
As they went about their daily routines, the tension between them was palpable. Yibo focused on his work, throwing himself into his responsibilities as a distraction.
Zhan, on the other hand, found himself wandering around the Studio, unable to concentrate on anything.
One day, it's Saturday, Wang Yibo was in a conference meeting in his study room, Zhan stumbled upon a beautiful garden within the mansion grounds. He hadn't known it existed, and the serenity of the place drew him in.
As he sat on a bench, surrounded by blooming flowers and the soothing sound of a small fountain, he felt a sense of peace wash over him.
But his tranquility was short-lived, as he soon heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He knew that stride, that confident gait. It was his husband Wang Yibo.
As Yibo approaches the garden, he spots Zhan sitting serenely on a bench, looking beautiful and peaceful. He slows down, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere.
Zhan senses his presence and turns around, their eyes locking in a tense gaze. Yibo tries to play it cool, hiding his true intentions. "Zhan, what are you doing here?" he asks casually, leaning against a nearby tree.
Zhan's eyes narrow slightly, his voice firm. "Enjoying the peace and quiet. Away from you." Yibo's expression remains neutral, but his heart skips a beat at Zhan's blunt response. He knows he needs to tread carefully.
Yibo sits next to Zhan, clears his throat, and says, "My wife," he try to grabbed Xian hand. But Zhan quickly pulls his hand away and crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at Yibo. "Stop calling me your wife. I'm not a woman, I'm a man like you. I have everything you have."
Yibo smiles and scratches the back of his head. "If you don't want me to call you my wife, then go shave that long hair. I don't mind if you leave it..though, it looks great on you, Zhan.
You're very beautiful, too beautiful and handsome, with this long hair. Your beauty surpasses many women, and you're too beautiful and handsome to be a man."
Zhan's face flushes red with blush, and he looks away, his eyes shining with emotion.
Xian Zhan knew Wang Yibo was only trying to sweet-talk him, so he said, "Stop using your mouth to praise me. No matter what you do, I won't let you trap me." He looked into Yibo's eyes, his voice firm. "I'm not gay like you, neither am I." Wang Yibo protested, then laughed. "Ah, Xian Zhan, you're so funny! From the moment we exchanged vows and rings, whether you like it or not, we went from straight to homosexual in the eyes of the world. We're gay couples now, so my wife... or should I say, husband?" He teased, trying to touch Zhan's long hair.
Xian Zhan smacked his hand away, glaring at him. Wang Yibo grinned and raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, I won't touch you, I promise. But seriously, husband, don't you think we should give our marriage a try? Or at least try to be friends?"
Xian Zhan stared at him, contemplating whether to trust him or not. Finally, he extended his hand. "Okay, friends." They shook hands, and Yibo said, "And stop calling me Mr. Wang or Wang Yibo. We're couples, after all. You can call me Yibo or Yibo ge." He winked at Xian Zhan.
Xian Zhan smiled shyly. "Okay, Yibo ge. You can call me Zhan."
As their lives continued, Wang Yibo remained focused on fulfilling his agreement with his father, despite his growing feelings for Zhan. Xian Zhan, sensing Yibo's intentions, was determined to keep his distance and avoid any intimate encounters.
He he he, the Hunter and his prey