innocent lotus flower

Am Chasing Your Love

Wang Yibo stood on the balcony for a few minutes, thinking about what Xiao Xichen said and gathering himself. He pondered if he could truly do it—spend forever with a person, embracing their flaws and the pain they share, committing himself for a lifetime. He would have to be a whole new person, not like he was back then. He needed to be strong, sometimes bearing all the burdens when Xiao zhan couldn't. Seeing Xiao zhan an in such an unbearable state frightened him; the thought of Xiao zhan looking so blank and lifeless was daunting. Was he ready to be a father to Yuan? The responsibility of nurturing and growing another life, not breaking and hurting it, was fascinating but also scary.

Wang Yibo had never been scared of responsibilities. He had taken over his father's company at a young age, ruthless enough to do what others couldn't. But this time, these were people he loved and wanted to protect for the rest of his life. They were not just assets waiting to be managed but humans with feelings, thoughts, and ideas. He loved them too much to stifle them or hold them back. He didn't want to take away Yuan's smile or Xiao zhan's emerging personality—the light and fun that made him fall in love with him more.

It was crazy. He had never been so scared of responsibility, not because he couldn't do it but because there were people relying on him. Just two people compared to the thousands in his company, but those people didn't hold the same value as Xiao zhan and Yuan. He clenched the hand holding the railing into a fist. He had to make a decision, but there was no decision to make. He loved both of them so much he would lay down his life for them. If, along the way, his feelings vanished, he would still not let go. The truth is human feelings change; they are fickle and unreliable, but he believed his feelings for Xiao zhan were different. But even if they were the same, it was okay; he would still not let go.

He decided as he breathed out, leaving the balcony. He walked a little, stopping at the door of Xiao Han's room. He could hear the sound of the siblings and the doctor speaking. They sounded happy. He almost lost the courage to knock but steeled himself and rapped his fingers against the door gently. He heard a voice call, "Come in," so he pushed the door and stepped inside.

"Hi," he said gently, smiling as the rest left the room to give them space to talk. He saw Wen Qing looking at him, probably trying to communicate that Xiao zhan was fragile now and he should not hurt him. He nodded his head in acknowledgment and mouthed that he would be careful. Her face softened, so he guessed correctly. It wasn't until they were almost out of the room that Xiao zhan replied with a thin smile on his face.

"Hey," Xiao zhan said. "Rain check on that date?"

Xiao zhan's face was still pale, but he looked better, especially as he showed emotions. It relieved a part of Wang Yibo that he didn't know was tense.

"Yeah, I got your message from Wen Qing. Um, how do you feel now?" Wang Yibo asked.

"I feel better. Not good, but better. Today is not what I would call a good day," Xiao zhan said before catching himself. "I'm sorry, it's just... I have been working to be honest and talking about what I really feel. Sorry for dumping that on you."

Wang Yibo shook his head almost frantically, trying to assure Xiao zhan. "I want to know your real feelings, if you are sad or happy. I don't want to be there only for the good parts but also the bad ones. I'm sorry I know I hurt you in the past and I never took your feelings into consideration, but I will try to do better to be worthy of you."

Xiao zhan looked stunned before a smile broke out on his face. "Okay," he replied. "Let's do that."

Wang Yibo smiled too, an oddly shiny one as if he just got a million-dollar contract signed. But Xiao zhan didn't know that even if Wang Yibo had signed a contract worth millions of dollars, he would not smile like that.

"So, what can I do to help? I want to help make you feel okay, and if that is not possible, I want to help make you feel better. I know I'm not good at this, but you just have to tell me, and I will try my best to do it," Wang Yibo said as Xiao zhan smiled in an impish way.

"Really, anything?" Xiao zhan repeated, and Wang Yibo, not knowing that he was about to trap himself, rapidly nodded. Whatever Xiao zhan wanted, that is what he would get. No matter how hard it would be to get, he would do anything in his power to fulfill his wish. It was the least he could do. Then, when he was done here, he would investigate who had orchestrated what happened. When he found them, he would make them pay dearly for it, he vowed in his mind. Wen Qing was right; the only one with enemies was him, as according to everyone, Xiao zhan was dead, which meant the attack could only come from his side. He had a spy among his people, as they were the only ones aware that Xiao zhan was alive.

In a furnished apartment that was neither too big nor too small, a young man could be seen hurrying to pack his bags while a woman watched him with disdain. She had tan skin, a result of being in the sun, but she was also very beautiful, even though her face had a thin scar running through one side.

"Hmph," she snorted, watching the man run around, filling his suitcase. "I thought you were brave, but you are just a coward," she said haughtily.

"Shut up," the man flared up. "If you had told me that I would be in Wang Yibo's line of fire, I would not have helped you."

This man was the psychiatrist who had drugged Xiao zhan after being approached by Cheng Xiao, who had seduced him. When he was leaving, he had seen Wang Yibo going into the café building, looking worried. Feeling uneasy, he had asked Cheng Xiao if she knew why Wang Yibo had been there, and she had laughed, saying she guessed right that Wang Yibo really did find Xiao Han again. Then she told him everything, and he almost shat himself in fear that this person had put him in so much trouble. Immediately, he had booked a flight out of the city and planned to run away. He did not plan to take Cheng Xiao along.

Little Theatre: Xiao Zhan's TikTok Antics

Xiao Zhan lounged on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through TikTok. A catchy tune caught his ear, and he paused to watch Meghan Trainor's "Done Chasin' Your Love." An idea sparked in his mind, and a mischievous smile spread across his face.

"This is perfect," Xiao Zhan muttered to himself as he set the song as Wang Yibo's ringtone. He chuckled, imagining Wang Yibo's reaction.

Later that day, Wang Yibo entered the apartment, looking tired but happy to be home. As he walked into the living room, he heard Xiao Zhan's voice, singing loudly and somewhat off-key.

"Dooooone chaaasin' your loooove!" Xiao Zhan belted out, grinning from ear to ear.

Wang Yibo froze, his face turning a shade of red. "Xiao Zhan, please," he begged, his heart racing.

"What?" Xiao Zhan asked innocently, though his eyes twinkled with mischief. "I thought you liked the song."

"It's... it's not that," Wang Yibo stammered. "It's just... every time I hear it, my heart can't take it."

Xiao Zhan laughed, enjoying the effect he had on Wang Yibo. "Oh, come on, it's just a song. Besides, it suits you."

Wang Yibo sighed, realizing he had no escape. "What can I do to make you stop?"

"Hmm," Xiao Zhan pretended to think. "How about you cook dinner tonight?"

"Deal!" Wang Yibo agreed immediately, eager to do anything to stop the singing.

As Wang Yibo hurried to the kitchen, Xiao Zhan couldn't help but hum the tune under his breath, watching with amusement as Wang Yibo tried his best to please him.

Later, as they sat down to eat, Xiao Zhan's phone rang, and the ringtone blared out, "Dooooone chaaasin' your loooove!"

Wang Yibo nearly dropped his chopsticks. "Xiao Zhan, you set it as my ringtone?"

"Yup," Xiao Zhan said, taking a bite of his food, thoroughly enjoying

himself.

Wang Yibo shook his head, laughing despite himself. "You're impossible."

"And you love it," Xiao Zhan teased, giving him a wink.

Despite the teasing, Wang Yibo couldn't deny the truth in Xiao Zhan's words. He did love it—every mischievous, heart-palpitating moment.

Imagine this is a few years down the line.