Mending My Fractured Heart [on hold]

02 Being Your Little Follower

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Sean POV

"What? Wang Yibo! HOW COULD I HAVE BUMPED INTO THE WANG YIBO?" I thought, shell-shocked, with my mind just so amazed that some commoner like me, could ever stumble upon a chance meeting with Wang Yibo, the most successful entrepreneur in the whole of China.

"Yes, sir, I really don't think it's a coincidence," the secretary said, grinning madly. "You should count yourself lucky that our boss didn't ask you to pay a huge sum of money. He does that to literally everyone, you know."

"But I... how long do I need to follow him though?" 

"Just two months," Liam replied.

"Okay, just give me the contract, and let me read it first," I said, feeling nervously wrecked. This didn't seem real. Escaping a debt of thirty-three thousand yuan seemed awfully like a dream.

"Yes, I will. But before that, may I know your name?"

"Oh, yes! My name is Sean and my surname is Xiao(肖). You can also call me Xiao Zhan(肖战). "

"Okay, Mr Xiao. I really hope that you can consider signing this contract.  Mr Wang must have taken your existence seriously if he actually wants to sign a contract with a lowly person-" he muttered. "Oops, sorry, I meant errr a great man like you!"

I forced myself to give a polite smile but honestly, I was fuming internally. Seriously, am I just a joke to everyone I meet? Am I just so unimportant and insignificant that I can't even get a tiny bit of respect from a secretary? 

"Erm...where am I supposed to go tomorrow, if I agree to sign the contract?" I asked hesitantly.

"You can find my boss at his company, Bojun Media, tomorrow." 

"Okay, thank you." Dad was going to k1ll me.

The Next Day

"Hi, may I know where is Wang Yibo's office?" I inquired to the thin man seated behind the reception desk.

He lowered his glasses and gave me the once-over. He did that about four times, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. He then proceeded to take his glasses off and interlaced his fingers with his elbows propped on the desk. I was confused. Were receptionists always this peculiar? 

"Excuse me, young man, but who on earth do you think you are?" he answered coldly. "Have some respect. Do you think the name Wang Yibo can be called just based on your mere own choice?" 

Seriously, why is everybody so rude?

"Oh. Well then, I'm sorry." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"You! How dare y-" he said, turning red as he prepared to stand up and slap me on my face.

Yibo POV

"You dare to hit him?!" I roared at the receptionist. I couldn't quite recall his name. All I know was he was trying to hit the only person in the world I wasn't allergic to. 

"M-M-Mr Wang...," he stammered, making eye contact with anyone and anything but the vicious glare I gave him.

"Wang Yibo?" the Sean guy said, cocking his head as if this was the first time he met me.