A Stand-in Bride

Chapter 30

Yibo

I stare up at Xiao Zhan’s office building, thinking back to the last time I was here. I’d come to pick her up because I needed a present for Cheng Xiao’s birthday and she’d been more distant than usual. Perhaps it’s wishful thinking on my part but could it be that she was acting that way because she didn’t want me to marry Cheng Xiao? I shake my head and run a hand through my hair as I walk in. Lately, my mind has been a mess. Perhaps it’s all been cognitive dissonance, a way of convincing myself that there really could be something between Xiao Zhan and me… or maybe there’s some truth to my suspicions.

The lady at the reception desk rises to her feet when I walk in, her eyes widening. “Mr. Wang,” she says, sounding surprised.

“Hello. I apologize for barging in unexpectedly. Could you tell me where I can find my wife?”

She smiles then and points at one of the doors. “Xiao Zhan is in her office.”

I nod in thanks and push Xiao Zhan's office door open, my smile melting off my face at the scene in front of me. My darling wife is standing by the window, her face inches from Sehun’s, a famous fashion designer who is far too fucking handsome for his own good.

What in the fuck am I walking in on here? Why the fuck is he standing so close to her? A rush of pure violence courses through me as he looks up at me. Xiao Zhan’s hands are on his shirt and she steps back when she sees me, putting some distance between them.

“Yibo?” She sounds shocked, as if I’m interrupting something and jealousy uncurls in my stomach.

I grit my teeth and walk up to her, my arm wrapping around her waist as I pull her into me roughly. Her eyes widen and I smile at her despite my anger, my free hand wrapping into her hair. “Bunny,” I say through gritted teeth.

She looks up at me, her eyes filled with questions. “What are you doing here?” Her voice is soft and carries a hint of confusion. I thought she might be happy to see me but it’s clear that she’s not. Perhaps I’m not the only one with lingering connections from the past.

I smile humorlessly as I tighten my grip on her hair and lean in, my nose brushing against her. “Why? Can’t I surprise my wife at work?” I ask, my voice loud enough for Sehun to hear me calling her my wife. Then I lean in further, my lips brushing over hers. Zhan inhales sharply and I capture her bottom lip between my teeth for a moment, sucking down on it before I tilt my head to kiss her fully. She melts against me as my tongue brushes over her lips, opening up for me. Fucking hell. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of kissing her, of claiming her as mine. Zhan’s arms wrap around my neck as she rises to her tiptoes and I smile against her lips, pulling away a little to look at her.

Laying my claim in this way in front of Sehun is a petty move but I don’t give a fuck. Especially not when she smiles at me like that.

“This is definitely a pleasant surprise,” she murmurs. Relief washes over me at her words and the lack of worry or guilt in her eyes. She wouldn’t touch me this way if there was anything between them.

Zhan glances at Sehun and steps away a little, but I keep my arm wrapped tightly around her waist, refusing to let her go. “This is my husband, Wang Yibo,” she tells Sehun.

I recognize the displeasure in the man’s eyes as he stares at us. He’s got a thing for my wife, no doubt. “I suppose the rumors are true, after all,” he says, his voice carrying a hint of disappointment.

Zhan smiles and looks up at me. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen her smile this way. “Sehun and I are collaborating on a new fashion line. We’re co-designing some pieces that I’m really excited about.”