BOLD ITALIC illustrates Yibo's subconscious mind, where he engages in conversations with his late grandfather, Lan Wangji.
They spent over an hour talking in Zhoucheng's room before Zhan got to his feet.
"I'll see if I can get the Lan couple to invite you to their anniversary party tomorrow night, Cheng. That way, we can put our plan into action..."
"Thanks, Zhan. I honestly might have lost hope if it weren't for you..."
"Don't thank me yet. I'm leaving now. I'll call you as soon as I get the Lan's to agree to invite you to the party."
Zhoucheng nodded, and Zhan walked to the door. Just as he was about to shut it behind him, he was taken aback to find Yibo leaning against the wall in the hallway, waiting for him.
"Sated?" Asked Yibo, Yibo asked, his gaze lingering on him is full of malice.
"W-what do you mean?"
Yibo sneered. "Your boyfriend must have missed you so much. You were two hours —" he let the last word hang in the air. "And here I am, stuck waiting for nearly two hours. Isn't that just great?" His voice was laced with sarcasm and irritation.
Zhan glared at Yibo's indication. "I didn't tell you to wait for me!" he hissed and quickly walked past Yibo.
"That's right," agreed Yibo, keeping pace with him. "But how do you think you will go home to the villa? Gonna bribe another groom?"
Zhan paused and faced Yibo. "Do you really need to keep bringing that up? I've already said I'm sorry. What else do you want?"
"Oh, it's just your lovely consideration that has me waiting downstairs. You know, since you made me your chauffeur. Just saying." Yibo replied sarcastically.
"All right, I'm sorry!" Zhan said half-sincerely. "I had no idea you'd be waiting for me..." He sighed and took another step. "Plus, we didn't really talk for that long..."
"Talk?" Here we go again. "Are you sure, you two did just talk?"
Zhan paused, trying to manage the storm brewing inside him. He glared at Yibo with a challenging gaze.
"What do you expect me to say? That we made love? And if we did, well, what is it with you?"
Yibo stood there, momentarily speechless. Without saying anything, he walked away and headed down the stairs instead of taking the elevator. He felt foolish. If he didn't know himself better, he might have thought he was jealous of that—Zhoucheng. And Zhan had a point, what does he really care what the two of them are doing in the room for over an hour?
"Why are you so angry?"
"I am angry because he made me wait as if I were a common driver!"
"The boy is very beautiful."
"So?"
"You are attracted to him."
"Get out of my mind, gran!"
"If you think I am only a figment of your imagination, you are very wrong, wàisūn..."
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Yibo shut the car door with a thud as he settled into the driver's seat. Feeling a mix of confusion and a bit of anger, he sat there waiting for Zhan. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel while glancing at the hotel entrance. It wasn't long before Zhan finally came out of the hotel.
