Behind The Red Curtain | YiZhan ✓

55-And Here Comes The Past Regrets

The grand hotel lobby was bustling with people from all around the world. All ethnicities gathered in one place, straight in a line to get the signature of a famous writer. 

He was handsome and tall, features sharp and toned, posture as good as it could get, indicating that he probably went regularly to work out. His black hooded eyes were giving him a stern face, while his high nose refined his features even more. The way he elegantly spoke with his thin lips was familiar to him as he stood in the line, watching while the writer wrote with an unusual smirk on his face. 

"You will stare holes into me if you continue." 

Yibo frowned at his comment, seeming unsure of how to respond. So he acted angry instead. "You wanted to meet and now you'll make me wait?" The man looked up, his height becoming taller than Yibo's as he stood up. "Who said i will? The fan-sign ends here. Close it up." He gestured to his bodyguards who were beside him and began to walk away, the latter naturally following after. 

They went to the bar that was built under the ground beneath the hotel, taking a seat on a table in the corner. The light was dim and where they were seated dark, making the looks of this man more ominous than they already were. "What would you like to drink?" 

"Why did you call me? After over ten years of not seeing-" 

"Yes, one glass of this one please." While he completely ignored Yibo, he calmly ordered his drink and kept silent until it arrived. Once it did, he parted his lips, took a small sip and smiled. "Continue." 

Yibo frowned. "This is just ridiculous- why would you show up after so many years?" The writer slowly mixed his blood red wine in his glass with the shake of his hand, watching it as the liquid made small waves. "I don't think this is any of your business mister Wang. Or how about just Yibo? After all, you are younger than my son." 

Yibo scoffed, crossing his arms. "Your son? Oh now you remember him. Should've known what you were the moment he said don't trust the likes of Xiao Deming." 

Deming hummed, his lips curled up as they were when he drank from his wine. "You say, yet you know nothing of me." Yibo cocked his head. "And you know of me?" Deming calmly leaned back and crossed his arms. "I most certainly do. I heard that you went into prison and my Zhan has helped you come out." 

"Don't call him that." 

"..." Deming's smile slowly fell, showing that he was displeased in the most obvious way possible. "But he didn't come out unscratched either. He was quite abused by the brother of that CEO." Yibo sighed. He didn't know what he was thinking, nor what he was planning. Obviously a trait his son got from him. "Your point being?" 

Deming didn't take his time to answer as he looked at the time on his wrist. "My point being, i don't want him to work at that company anymore. He ran away from home because of that, and now look at what happened. I would say i told him but he didn't listen, just like how he won't now." 

"And you really think that he ran away because of work? Hah.. you must be delusional." Zhan hadn't told him about his father much. Just that he had ran away from home because he simply couldn't bare to be beside such a horrible man. Even the sight of him started to become too much for him to the extend he was simply horrified of seeing him. On top of that they never agreed to anything either, just like how he had opposed of him becoming an actor. 

But he didn't know any more about else, just how fearfully Zhan had spoken of him. A man to most certainly fear, seeing how he knew about the whole prison case. The situation had never been made public to begin with.