Mending My Fractured Heart [on hold]

01 Encountering You

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We created this story ourselves and it's only the work of fans of Sean Xiao and Wang Yibo (肖战和王一博)！Please don't take this seriously or find it offensive in any way. This is just a pure fanfiction by two best friends who take Sean Xiao and Wang Yibo as their idols. We really support Bo Jun Yi Xiao (博君一肖) and we hope you do too if you are reading this. 🥰

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Character Introduction (Sean(肖战))

Ugh, today is yet another HORRIBLE day at work. Seriously, where's the fun in vlogging when there aren't even many viewers? Gods, my father is really crazy. Sean! You can do this! 

Character Introduction (Yibo(王一博))

Hi, I am Yibo. I am the Chief Executive Officer of Bojun Media. Have a good day.

Sean POV

The atmosphere in the large exhibition hall was boisterously loud and roaring with people fighting to purchase framed and vibrant paintings from the art exhibition that was sponsored by Bojun Media (the rival company of Dad's). I really don't understand why he would want me to do this. Maybe spy on his competitor, I guess? It was frustrating, either way.

I am sick and tired of this company, and the droning voice of my father telling me to work harder for more fame. Honestly, I know that my father only craves for more money, and even more fame for Doulu Entertainment. I looked into the camera of my vlogging device. The number of viewers didn't even exceed 100. 

"How much more time would it take to finish this vlog?" I asked the head of the crew, desperately trying to find a way to get out of this vlog. 

"Umm," he stuttered, (honestly, I don't know why he's always stuttering. It may be a speech impediment I guess.) "The v-vlog will s-s-still need to continue f-for about half an h-h-hour."

"What? You said just now that an hour would be fine, we are almost taking two hours now, and you tell me that there is still half an hour. Are you serious?" I muttered grumpily. 

"No, Sean. It's not like that. Please just let me explain-" he begged.

I pushed him away and stormed off, fuming. I know I shouldn't be whining about these small, trivial matters and acting like the world's finest spoiled brat; but I never wanted to be a vlogger. Just because vloggers make the most money in Doulu doesn't mean I should be one. RIGHT, BABA?! PEOPLE HAVE THEIR OWN AMBITIONS. I was so absorbed and absent-minded in my own negative thoughts that I only jumped out of my thoughts when I felt myself bump into a hard chest of a man (who definitely worked out at least five times a week). I looked up at him. He had deep brown eyes and a sharp nose that fit his stunning face prettily. Damn, just his face took my breath away. 

He glared at me and said, "Get off! Watch where you're going for god's sake!"

I retract my words. He's definitely not handsome; because I didn't expect that such a gorgeous man could lack basic mannerisms. You're essentially nothing if you don't treat others with respect. Just a scrap of existence. 

"Sorry, I zoned out for a bit." I bit back, voice dripping with satire.

He pointed to a painting that he was carrying. It now lay on the floor, with a part of the canvas broken. Just by looking at it, I knew in my mind that it cost hundreds of thousands. Shit, what have I gotten myself into?