Please choose me ( Yizhan )

where's the end ?

The Wang house was big. It was beautiful. But for Zhan, it never felt like home that way.

The lights were bright. The floors were clean. The rooms were big. But the air was always cold.

Maybe it was because of how people looked at him.

Carmen was nice, but she was old and did not see everything. Haoxuan cared about him, but he did not know the full truth.

And Yibo...

Yibo looked at him like he was nothing.

Even after marriage, even after Zhan got pregnant, Yibo still did not trust him.

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Dinner was quiet.

But it was not peaceful.

Zhan sat beside Yibo. He held his chopsticks, but his hands felt weak. His stomach felt sick.

He did not want to eat.

Yibo noticed. He always noticed.

"You're not eating," he said, his voice cold.

Zhan spoke softly. "I don't feel like eating."

Yibo smirked. "Or maybe you don't like food that is not stolen from another man's plate."

Zhan froze.

The whole room became silent.

" I'm kidding , don't take It seriously guys " Yibo tries to convince his family .

Carmen's face changed. She did not like Yibo's words, but she stayed quiet.

Haoxuan's grip on his chopsticks became tight.

Zhan slowly placed his chopsticks down. His hands were shaking.

"I am done," he said softly.

Then he stood up and walked away.

Yibo did not stop him.

Of course, he didn't.

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Zhan sat on the edge of the bed, his arms wrapped around his belly, cradling the small life inside him.

The baby kicked. A small flutter, a soft reminder that he was not alone.

Not completely.

But then the door opened, and the room turned cold.

Yibo stepped inside, he loosened his tie, his movements slow like he was in no hurry to acknowledge Zhan's existence.

Like he didn't care.

Zhan watched him, his heart pounding in his chest.

Would tonight be another night of silent torture? Another night where Yibo ignored him, but still made sure to remind him of how much he hated him?

Or would it be worse?

He swallowed hard. "Yibo..."

Yibo didn't look at him. He walked to the closet, pulling off his jacket. His voice was calm-too calm. "What do you want?"

Zhan's fingers curled into the bedsheets. "Why do you hate me so much?"

Yibo stilled.

For just a second.

Then, slowly, he turned his head. His eyes, dark and emotionless, locked onto Zhan's. "Do I need to answer that?"

Zhan's throat tightened. "You still don't believe me."