Dark Purple Rose [YiZhan FF]

Chapter 12

After spending the rest of the time until the evening enjoying the beautiful weather from Zhan's balcony, they slowly got ready for the party in the evening. First Zhan went to the bathroom and took a shower and then, while he was getting dressed in his bedroom, Yibo took a shower. And after Yibo had also got dressed, he helped Zhan to style his hair perfectly and gave Zhan a little make-up.

In their expensive black suits, Yibo and Zhan looked like elegant young men who could easily have been rich snobs. But only if nobody knew who they were, or rather, who Wang Yibo was. And that was virtually impossible. Because almost everyone in this country knew who Wang Yibo was by now. The idol. The superstar. The talented young man who made an impression everywhere.

When Zhan looked at himself again in the bedroom mirror before they set off, he still couldn't believe how perfect this suit was. And what amazed him most was that there was really no way to tell that this was no ordinary suit. You could neither see nor feel the Teflon. And even on closer inspection, Zhan couldn't see the camera or the microphone. The only thing Zhan didn't like was the shoes, which were fitted with a GPS tracker. They were a little tight and therefore felt uncomfortable. They also didn't look like shoes for a young man, but rather for a man over the age of 50.

When they arrived downstairs, an agent was waiting for them in a fake cab to take them to the woman's villa. The cover had to be perfect. And that meant they couldn't drive there in their own car. After all, there's alcohol at parties. And unless you were someone (like the author of this book :P ) who avoided alcohol completely, that meant having at least one glass of champagne or some other alcoholic drink. But usually it would be more than one glass. After all, an evening like this can be long.

The closer they got to the woman's villa, the more nervous Zhan became. Yibo, on the other hand, seemed calm and introverted. Zhan wished he could be just like Yibo. At first, he succeeded by using a breathing technique that Yibo showed him. But as soon as they left the city and drove along the country road to a godforsaken area, Zhan's heart began to flutter with excitement and nervousness. Which didn't feel good.

By the time the big mansion came into view, Zhan's hands were wet with sweat and the paper handkerchief was sticking to them in tatters. Yibo handed Zhan a cloth handkerchief and said, "Remember to breathe. Breathe in through your nose for four seconds. Hold your breath for seven seconds. And then breathe out for eight seconds."

Zhan nodded and breathed as instructed. Yibo dabbed sweat from his forehead with a second handkerchief. After the third time of the breathing technique, Zhan slowly felt himself calming down. In his mind, he kept saying: "I can do this. I can do this." Out loud, he said, "I feel like I'm on an exam day at university. I knew I had studied enough and remembered everything. But I still panicked that I would forget everything."

Yibo smiled sympathetically and asked, "Is there anything I can do to calm you down even more?"

Oh Zhan would know something. But he would never say that out loud. After all, he couldn't tell Yibo that a kiss would make him a blissful man who didn't give a damn about anything else. So he just shook his head. It had been too late now anyway. They had arrived at the villa.

They got out of their fake cab, Zhan took out the invitation card and they walked up the steps to the large front door, where two huge security guards were already standing and immediately asked them to show the invitation and then scanned them with a hand scanner before they were also patted down for safekeeping.

With a nod to a woman standing in the entrance area of the villa, she opened a second door, through which Zhan and Yibo finally made their way into the villa. Another woman, one of the service staff, approached them and handed them both a glass of champagne. When she recognized Wang Yibo, she blushed and became nervous. Yibo hadn't even noticed, but had immediately started to work and scanned everything with his watch.