Magic Moment - Yizhan

Chapter Eighteen

Yibo and Ziyi circulated around and met some people that he already knew and others that was introduced to them. He saw some of the men eyes fixed on Ziyi and he felt possessive of his sister, who he did not allow to leave his side.

He and Ziyi were dancing when Yibo's face suddenly darkened as he saw who arrived. Zhan! And with Zhuocheng.

Zhan was wearing a simple black suit, and he looked gorgeous in it. "Brat, do me a favor, please. And when you do, you can ask anything within my power, and I'll give it to you." Yibo whispered to his sister.

"You want me to kiss you to drive away the eyes of the girls who have been wanting to dance with you? Why, I could feel their stare at my back as if they wanted to scratch me," said Ziyi laughing.

He chuckled. "Wrong, brat. Do you see that one that Yubin and his wife are talking to?"

"Who?" Ziyi looked between the people present.

"I introduced you earlier to Yubin's wife, the one in red." he poiinted where the two were.

"Oh, yes. Who are they?"

"The man wearing a blue suit is Zhuocheng, Mark's brother. Do your best not to let him talk to Zhan again, the one in a black suit." And Yibo's eyebrows came together when he saw the two walks to the middle of the dance floor and dance. And Zhuocheng was holding Zhan so close that it was as if no air could pass between them.

Ziyi smiled sweetly while staring at Zhuocheng. "Hmm... this night won't be a bore after all. So, Mark has a brother, huh," quickly looked up at his brother. "Hope he's not married?"

"Very much eligible," answered Yibo whose eyes almost penetrated the two.

"Just do it, brat. I know you can."

"Of course, I can. And here I thought this party was full of married men," Ziyi said in amusement. She looked at his brother again. "Give me your word of honor that you will give what I ask of you."

"My word of honor. Anything within my power."

"Arab. I want Arab," said Ziyi.

"No!" answered Yibo, Arab is his favourite horse.

Ziyi shrugged her shoulders. "Up to you."

"Damn you, brat! Ask another," Yibo growled at his sister.

"It's Arab I want, Yibo. No Arab, no deal."

Yibo let out a sharp breath. "All right, take him," he said in a forced and angry voice after a while. "You wretched woman, I love that Stallion!"

Ziyi laughed and pulled away. "You don't get anything in this world out of nothing, brother. And that man in black seemed special for you to part with your beloved horse."

Yibo's jaws chattered. "Make sure Zhuocheng doesn't dance with Zhan again or else..."

"Watch your sister doing her first-class seduction with that man. Houston style, darling."

When the music ended, the two walked towards the table where Zhuocheng and Zhan were sitting. "Hello, Zhuocheng." Yibo held out his hand, which Zhuocheng accepted with a smile.

"Hi, Zhan," Zhan only replied with a modest smile.

"Bro, I want you to meet Wang Ziyi. Ziyi, this is Zhuocheng. Mark's brother and Ziyi, this is Zhan."

"Hi, Zhan," Ziyi greeted and then turned her attention to Zhuocheng. "I like the music, how about a dance." Asked Ziyi, Zhuocheng hesitated.

"C'mon. You're not really that old to dance, are you?" Ziyi said and gave Zhuocheng her most seductive smile. Zhuocheng did not move as the muscles in his face suddenly moved at what the girl said.