Mending My Fractured Heart [on hold]

07 My Special Ability

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Sean POV

I was appalled by the fact that I was special enough in any way that I was the potential remedy for this bizarre sickness of Wang Yibo. He's a talented man, with his respected skills in marketing and management. How can I ever be capable enough to go on the same level as this man, much less cure him? 

Yibo stepped off the plane, with me trailing behind, carrying our bags. After the normal procedures at the customs, we headed to the baggage claim area, looking for our luggage. I found his luggage, and shortly after, mine came bumping along the luggage travelator. I lifted our bags and put them on the baggage trolley and chased after Yibo, who was already near the exit of the airport. 

He waved his arm, signalling for a taxi and a yellow car came speeding and stopped at where we were standing.

"Where to, Mister?" the driver asked.

"Yixiao Hotel," Yibo replied, not waiting for an answer from the driver and stepped into the backseat.

The driver hastily helped me store our belongings in the boot of the car. I climbed into the car that smelled faintly of tobacco and tried not to show my cringe and dislike for cigarettes. The driver set the route to the hotel on his GPS and drove along the road to Yixiao Hotel.  

The town of Chongqing flashed past the window and a sudden feeling of nostalgia washed over me. I missed Grandpa who used to tell me legends in the morning while sipping his tea. I would sit on the floor and ooh and aah at every change of tone in Grandpa's voice and his knack for dramatic shows. I smiled to myself. I wanted to desperately stop by and say hi to Grandpa since I was in Chongqing already, but I reminded myself that this is a business trip and nothing else. 

"Have you been here before?" I asked Yibo, strangely wanting to know more about his life.

A pained expression overtook his facial muscles. "Yeah, when I was a kid."

I blinked. That was one hell of an expression change. "You ok?" Concern filled my voice.

"Yeah." he turned away. "We were here for a holiday. Childhood accident in a public park. I'm ok." I took it as he didn't want to reveal any more.  

After some time, we reached the palatial hotel with an imposing entrance. The stillness of early morning slumbered everywhere: the lustrous gold light of the sun was just entering the dappled east, and his light illuminated the weather and dewy orchard trees - that stood serenely on both sides of the entrance, awashed with a tender glow - and showed down the subject that walks under them, and that is us. I gasped. This place is literal heaven. The hotel was spelt 'lush' and 'grand' to opulence in every description. I looked sideways at my boss who was probably fed with a silver spoon since he was born. I came to wonder how he could be so independent and strong but born with an unimaginable disease I'd never heard of. He didn't seem the least bit surprised, and his face barely displayed any awe, much less emotion. I'd seen ice blocks displaying more emotions than him. I gaped at him. Rich people these days... 

He strode into the large hall. Glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling in a cascading shower like a waterfall and plush furniture dotted the room like the spots of a leopard. Luxuriant carpets and tapestries hung from the walls, making the place more vibrant and colourful. In a flurry, like a time-lapse - the echoing, metallic grind that grated my ears gradually amplified as they were businessmen in suits and overpowering cologne hurried past each other, hailing cabs or racing away in their regal cars. I gazed at the monstrous statue of Zeus towering above everyone in the centre of the area and he looked as if he was ready to zap the next person who was sitting on the pedestal of his statue and disrespecting him. 

Yibo headed to the concierge desk. He gave the reservation ticket to the woman standing behind the desk. She took it carefully and typed something on her computer. 

"A four days and three nights stay in the King's Suite... " she said.

"Precisely," Yibo said.

"Sorry to inform you sir, but the King's Suite has been booked already... " she said, looking up apologetically. "A VIP has used his platinum card to claim the King's Suite for an emergency and we cannot give it to you even though you have already a reservation."

"B-B-But-," I started saying

Yibo sighed. "Fine, it's okay. Let the selfish ass take that room. Do you have another room that accommodates two people with separate beds?" 

She typed something on her keyboard swiftly and scanned the screen. 

"We have two empty rooms. The guests of one of them just checked out this evening. But unfortunately, one of them has a king-sized bed and another just has one single bed." she reported. "Which one would you prefer?"

Yibo turned to look at me. "Would you prefer to share a bed or to sleep on the floor?" 

I honestly don't wanna share a bed with my boss. It screamed 'inappropriate' the whole time. 

"I-I-I'll sleep on the floor, with a mattress, please. Is that possible?" I asked.

"Okay," he said and turned back to the concierge. "The room with a single bed, please. Add an extra mattress too. I'll pay for it when I check out."

"Yes, sir. The mattress will be sent to your room soon. Would you like a bellboy to help bring your luggage to your room?" she said as she passed us our room card.

"No thanks," Yibo replied, literally gliding to the elevator. Does he really have to walk so quickly every time? "Help me with our belongings yeah, Sean." 

I just nodded. Assistant, maid, and slave came well with the contract. 

We reached our room and I slid the card into its rightful place to activate the air conditioner and the lights. The room was an average-sized hotel room with a washroom, bed, a small sofa and a writing desk. We kicked off our shoes. I bet the room Yibo reserved was far grander than this, but this was enough for me, at least. 

"I'm tired from our flight. You wouldn't mind if I used the bathroom first right? I don't take long showers so you don't need to wait long." he said.

"Oh sure, boss. I don't mind. You can go ahead. I slept for a while on the plane anyway." 

He nodded before taking off his blazer and hung it in the wardrobe. He stored his wallet and passport as well as his other valuables into the metal safe and keyed in his passcode. 

He walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. I threw myself on the bed. The bell rang seconds later. Reluctantly, I got up and headed for the door. I opened it and a room attendant faced me, holding a white mattress on an extremely large trolley. 

"You ordered an extra mattress, right, sir?" he asked me.

"O-O-Oh yes, yes. Come in," I said making room for him to enter. He arranged the mattress on the floor gently and neatly and I thanked him as he went out and shut the door.

I settled down on my mattress and not long after the bathroom clicked open. Yibo appeared, with nothing but a towel around his waist and another smaller towel he was using to dry his hair (just like I do), not even bothering to hide the muscles that rippled like waves each time he moved. 

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