The morning hustle of the mansion had become a routine. Wang Yibo, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, grabbed his briefcase and headed towards the door.
He paused momentarily at Xian Zhan room, glancing at Xian Zhan, who was busy preparing to leave for his studio.
"Have a good day at work, Zhan," Wang Yibo said softly.
Xian Zhan looked up, a faint smile touching his lips. "You too, Yibo ge."
As they both left for their respective workplaces, the day was filled with the usual busyness. Wang Yibo immersed himself in meetings and strategic planning at the company, while Xian Zhan dedicated himself to his art studio, creating new designs and overseeing projects.
Despite their demanding schedules, Wang Yibo's mind constantly wandered to Xian Zhan. He knew he had to make more efforts to win his husband's heart. During a break between meetings, he made a quick phone call. "Reserve a table for two at L'Étoile for tonight," he instructed his assistant Yu Bin.
In the evening, as the city lights twinkled, Wang Yibo picked up Xian Zhan from his studio. "I thought we could go out for dinner tonight," Wang Yibo suggested, his voice filled with hope.
Xian Zhan hesitated but then nodded. "Alright, let me just grab my things."
The restaurant was elegant and intimate, with a romantic ambiance. They were shown to a private table by the window, offering a stunning view of the city skyline.
As they perused the menu, Wang Yibo tried to initiate conversation. "How was your day at the studio?"
Xian Zhan looked up, meeting his gaze. "Busy, but productive. We're working on a new collection."
Wang Yibo smiled, genuinely interested. "That sounds exciting. I'd love to see it sometime."
Throughout the dinner, Wang Yibo made an effort to keep the conversation light and engaging. He shared stories from his day, funny anecdotes from the office, and even opened up about his hopes and dreams. Slowly, Xian Zhan began to relax, responding with more warmth and less reservation.
After dinner, they took a stroll through a nearby park, with two of Yibo Bodyguards that slowly walking a little far away from them, the cool evening breeze adding a sense of serenity to the night.
Wang Yibo reached out, gently taking Xian Zhan's hand. "I'm really glad we did this, Zhan."
Xian Zhan looked at their intertwined hands, a soft blush creeping up his cheeks. "Me too, Yibo. Thank you for tonight."
As they walked back to the car, Wang Yibo felt a flicker of hope. These moments, though small, were building blocks towards a stronger relationship.
The next day, back in their routine, Wang Yibo couldn't help but think about their evening together. He decided to plan more outings, each one a step towards bridging the gap between them. Lunches at cozy cafes, weekend getaways, and quiet dinners at home-all became part of his strategy to make Xian Zhan fall in love with him.
In the midst of their busy lives, these moments of connection brought them closer. Wang Yibo's efforts didn't go unnoticed. Xian Zhan, while still guarded, started to open up more, sharing bits of his day, his thoughts, and even his dreams.
One evening, after another dinner out, they returned home to find Mr. Wang in the living room, a knowing smile on his face. "Did you two have a good time?"
"Yes, Dad," Xian Zhan replied, a genuine smile on his lips.
Mr. Wang nodded approvingly. "I'm glad to see you both making an effort. Relationships need work, but it's worth it."
Mrs. Wang, however, remained skeptical, watching them with a critical eye. "Remember, actions speak louder than words," she said pointedly, directing her comment more towards Xian Zhan.
Wang Yibo took Xian Zhan's hand, squeezing it gently. "We know, Mom. And we're working on it."
As they headed upstairs, Wang Yibo felt a sense of determination. He knew winning Xian Zhan's trust and love wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to do whatever it took. Their journey was far from over, but with each step, they were getting closer to the love they both deserved.
The mansion was quiet as the night settled in. Xian Zhan was in living room, watching a movie, while Wang Yibo was finishing up some last-minute work in his study. Despite their growing closeness, they still slept in separate rooms, a physical reminder of the emotional distance between them.
As Xian Zhan finished the movie, he heard a soft knock at the door. "Come in," he called.
Wang Yibo entered, looking slightly hesitant. "Zhan, can we talk for a moment?"
Xian Zhan nodded, sitting on the edge of the sofa. "Of course, Yibo ge. What's on your mind?"
Wang Yibo took a deep breath, stepping closer. "I've been thinking... about us. We've been getting closer, but there's still this wall between us. I think it's time we started sharing a room."
Xian Zhan looked away, uncertainty in his eyes. "Yibo ge, I don't know if I'm ready for that. It's a big step."
"I understand," Wang Yibo said softly. "But we're married, Zhan. We need to start living like it. I promise I'll give you space if you need it, but I want us to try."
Before Xian Zhan could respond, a loud crash echoed from outside. They both rushed out to find Mrs. Wang in the hallway, her face pale. "The pipes burst in the Xian Zhan room. It's flooding."
Wang Yibo and Xian Zhan exchanged a look before hurrying to assess the damage. Water was pouring from the ceiling, drenching Xian Zhan's bed and belongings.
Wang Yibo quickly called for the staff to handle the situation, but it was clear the room was uninhabitable for the night.
Mrs. Wang approached, her expression stern. "Xian Zhan, you'll have to stay in Yibo's room until this is fixed. There's no other option."
Xian Zhan's eyes widened, but he nodded reluctantly. "Alright, Mother."
That night, Xian Zhan found himself standing in Wang Yibo's room, feeling out of place.
Wang Yibo sensed his discomfort and spoke gently, "You can take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch."
"No, Yibo ge," Xian Zhan replied, shaking his head. "We can share the bed. It's big enough."
As they settled into bed, the awkwardness was palpable.
Wang Yibo lay still, giving Xian Zhan as much space as possible. "Thank you for being here, Zhan," he whispered.
Xian Zhan turned slightly, looking at Wang Yibo in the dim light. "Thank you for understanding."
Over the next few days, as repairs were underway, they began to grow accustomed to sharing a room.
Wang Yibo's patience and respect for Xian Zhan's boundaries slowly eased the tension. They started talking more before bed, sharing thoughts and dreams, creating a bond that felt more genuine each day.
One evening, as they prepared to sleep, Xian Zhan hesitated. "Yibo, I've been thinking. Maybe we should make this permanent. Us sharing a room, I mean."
Wang Yibo's heart leapt, but he kept his voice steady. "Are you sure, Zhan?"
Xian Zhan nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I think it's time. We need to move forward."
Wang Yibo reached out, gently taking Xian Zhan's hand. "Thank you, Zhan. I promise to make this work."
As they lay down together, the room felt warmer, more complete.
The journey ahead was still uncertain, but they were taking the first steps together, side by side, ready to face whatever challenges came their way.
The sun was high in the sky, and the bustling city outside the glass walls of Wang Cooperation was at its peak.
Xian Zhan stood in the lobby, clutching a bag of takeout, his heart pounding with anticipation. He had decided to surprise Wang Yibo with lunch, hoping to share a quiet moment in the middle of their hectic day.
As he made his way up to Wang Yibo's office, he felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. It wasn't often that he visited his husband at work, and he hoped the gesture would be appreciated. When he reached the door to Yibo's office, he paused, hearing voices inside.
Quietly pushing the door open, Xian Zhan peered in and saw Wang Yibo and his secretary, a young woman in her mid-twenties named Ms Zhang Wei, sitting close together.
They were discussing some documents, their heads almost touching as they reviewed the files spread out on the desk.
Xian Zhan's heart sank, a pang of jealousy surging through him. He stepped into the room, clearing his throat to announce his presence. "Yibo ge?"
Wang Yibo looked up, surprised but pleased. "Zhan, what a surprise! Come in."
Ms. Zhang Wei glanced at Xian Zhan, her eyes narrowing slightly before she plastered on a polite smile. "Hello, Mr. Xian. I was just helping Director Wang with some urgent files."
Xian Zhan forced a smile, feeling a knot in his stomach. "I brought lunch. Thought we could eat together."
Wang Yibo stood up, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "That sounds wonderful. Thank you, Zhan. Ms. Zhang, we'll continue this later."
Ms. Zhang Wei nodded, but not before shooting a lingering glance at Wang Yibo. "Of course, Director Wang. I'll be in my office if you need me."
As she left, Xian Zhan couldn't help but notice the way she walked, swaying her hips more than necessary. He felt a flicker of irritation but pushed it aside, focusing on Wang Yibo instead.
They sat at the small table in Yibo's office, unpacking the takeout. Xian Zhan tried to keep the conversation light, but his mind kept wandering back to how close Yibo and Ms. Zhang Wei had been.
"Is she always that...friendly?" Xian Zhan blurted out, unable to hide the edge in his voice.
Wang Yibo raised an eyebrow, surprised by the question. "Ms. Zhang? She's just doing her job. Why do you ask?"
Xian Zhan shrugged, picking at his food. "It just seemed like she was a bit too close."
A small smile tugged at Wang Yibo's lips. "Are you jealous, Zhan?"
Xian Zhan's cheeks flushed. "No, I just... It looked inappropriate, that's all."
Wang Yibo reached across the table, taking Xian Zhan's hand. "You have nothing to worry about. She's just my secretary. You're the one I care about."
Xian Zhan met his gaze, the jealousy slowly melting away. "I know. It's just... I want to make sure we're okay."
Wang Yibo squeezed his hand gently and kiss his knuckles. "We are. And I appreciate you coming here today. It means a lot."
As they finished their lunch, the tension eased, replaced by a warm, comfortable silence.
Xian Zhan realized that his jealousy, while unfounded, was a sign of how much he cared. And for Wang Yibo, it was a reminder of how important it was to reassure his husband, to show him that he was his priority.
When they parted ways, Xian Zhan felt a renewed sense of closeness, a small but significant step towards the relationship they both wanted.
And as he left Wang Cooperation, he couldn't help but smile, knowing that despite the challenges, their love was growing stronger each day.
As evening fell, the mansion was bathed in a soft, golden light. The day had been long and tiring for both Wang Yibo and Xian Zhan, but the lingering thoughts of their lunch together kept a warm glow in their hearts.
Wang Yibo returned home first, determined to create a special evening for his husband. He had noticed the jealousy in Xian Zhan's eyes and knew it was important to show him how much he meant to him.
After a quick change of clothes, he headed to the kitchen to prepare a surprise.
Xian Zhan arrived home shortly after, feeling a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. As he walked through the door of the second floor, the delicious aroma of freshly cooked food greeted him. Curiosity piqued, he followed the scent to the dining room, where he found Wang Yibo setting up a candlelit dinner.
"Yibo, what's all this?" Xian Zhan asked, a smile spreading across his face.
Wang Yibo looked up, his eyes softening as they met Xian Zhan's. "I wanted to do something special for you. After all, it's been a long day."
Xian Zhan's heart melted at the sight. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble."
Wang Yibo walked over to him, gently taking his hand and leading him to the table. "It's not trouble at all. I wanted to show you how much I care."
They sat down, and Wang Yibo served the meal he had prepared-a beautifully plated dish of seafood pasta, accompanied by a bottle of red wine.
As they ate, the conversation flowed easily, their earlier tensions forgotten.
After dinner, Wang Yibo suggested they move to the living room. He had set up a cozy spot by the fireplace, with soft blankets and pillows. They sat down, and Wang Yibo handed Xian Zhan a glass of wine. "I know things have been difficult between us, but I want you to know that I'm committed to making this work."
Xian Zhan looked into his eyes, feeling a rush of emotions. "I know, Yibo. I see how hard you're trying, and I appreciate it. I just need some time to fully trust you."
Wang Yibo nodded, understanding. "I'll give you all the time you need, Zhan. Just know that I'm here for you."
They sat in silence for a while, the warmth of the fire enveloping them. Then, Wang Yibo leaned in, his eyes never leaving Xian Zhan's. "Can...I kiss you, Zhan?"
Xian Zhan's breath hitched, but he nodded. "Yes, Yibo ge."
Wang Yibo closed the distance between them, his lips brushing softly against Xian Zhan's. The kiss was gentle at first, a tender exploration. But as their emotions surged, it deepened, becoming a passionate exchange that left them both breathless.
When they finally pulled away, Xian Zhan's cheeks were flushed, his heart pounding. "I've wanted this for so long," he whispered.
Wang Yibo cupped his face, his thumb brushing against Xian Zhan's cheek. "Me too, Zhan. And I promise, there will be many more moments like this." He leaned again and bite the mole under Zhan bottom lip, when Zhan hissed he lick it to soothe the pain, and then..another kiss fallow.
They spent the rest of the evening in each other's arms, talking, laughing, and simply enjoying the closeness they had both longed for.
It was a step towards healing, a step towards the love that was slowly but surely blossoming between them.
As they finally headed to their room, Wang Yibo held Xian Zhan's hand, feeling a sense of contentment he hadn't felt in a long time. They climbed into bed, and as they lay there, Xian Zhan snuggled close to Yibo, feeling safe and cherished.
"Goodnight, Yibo ge," he murmured, his eyes already closing.
"Goodnight, Zhan," Wang Yibo replied, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Sweet dreams."
And as they drifted off to sleep, their hearts were lighter, filled with the promise of a future built on love, trust, and countless moments of shared happiness.