UNDER MY CONTROL ✔

Chapter : 13

Previously,

He smirked dangerously, as he pushed open the door and entered inside. The sight he saw, made his blood boiled instantly. With a blank face, he slammed the door hard enough to flinch everyone, especially someone who understood right then that he was doomed now....!!!

Currently,

Zhan seemed to be dead in his tracks, once spotting an angry Wang Yibo, standing at the doorway. If eyes were able to kill, then he was sure he would have been dead until now. Swallowing the lump in his throat while praying inwardly, he stood straight beside the couch. The deadly stare of Yibo couldn't even let him sit properly. Butler Zhu could sense his early death with the way of Yibo staring at him but he was afraid for Zhan who was surely not at fault. Yibo speedily walked toward a scared Zhan and quickly pulled him in his arms, engulfing him in his own warmth.

The latter was expecting a slap or pain but felt shocked when he was pulled in a warm comfortable hug. His mind was blanked and didn't worked for good ten seconds. He was lost like a puppy when the slight pain successfully brought him back from his daydreaming. He try to realise what was happening and frowned when felt his forehead was tightly wrapped with something and the pain was slowly increasing, making it unbearable for him. He touched his forehead and turned at the side to look his reflection in the window's glass pane and was terrified to see the Yibo's white handkerchief was tied around his forehead which was now fully soaked in red.

He was confused as when he got this deep wound? He thought inwardly,

"Did Yibo just hit me out of frustration?"

But he chose to not trust as he was not sure and couldn't remember Yibo hitting him but then how did it appear? Now it was aching badly as he saw it with his own eyes. He was feeling a little dizzy too. His legs wobbled but Yibo was fast enough to catch him on time and settled him on the couch while shouting at poor Butler who was now grasping the whole situation and shaking profusely,

"What are you standing for?! Just bring me the damn first aid box! Be quick!!"

Before Butler would move, a nearby servant handed the box to him quickly which Butler took and handed over to Yibo. Yibo took his time to patiently treat Zhan's wound. After cleaning and wiping the wounded area, he carefully spread the ointment and wrapped his head again. When he was done, he started packing the stuff inside the box. All this time Zhan was watching Yibo's face which was immersed in the job he was doing and never for once spared a single glance to anyone except Zhan's wound. His stoic face and emotionless eyes seemed to be storing a wave of extreme anger which was hidden completely but Zhan and Butler could sense it without even glancing and knew they were screwed now!

But who had thought their fear would come into reality so fast. Yibo silently stood and placed the box on the table, a signal to the servant that he was done and he could take it away. The previous servant who had brought the box earlier, came closer and bent to pick up the box but before his hand could touch the plastic box, a strong slap landed on his left cheek, making him roll down on the floor near the table. Whole mansion sounded horribly from the slap, flinching each single soul except Yibo, the monster himself.

Yibo took a leisurely baby step toward the poor servant who was holding his hot cheek with teary eyes while squatting away from the approaching figure. His whole body was trembling from fear. He was pleading and begging nonstop which didn't appear to be affecting Yibo who walked near him more, scaring the shit outta him. The poor servant thought to run away and get on his four to stand up but a strong hand gripped his right leg, dragging it violently to the table once again. The poor servant trembled badly and shrieked on top of his lungs for help when he knew better, no one was gonna help him out!