BOOK TWO:
To Xiao Zhan being in love with Wang Yibo is the best thing that's ever happened to him. He dives head first into his enthralling and beautiful world. With their future hanging in the balance, is he way in over his head?
Sequel to 'Dreami...
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YIBO POV
Either I was being paranoid or Mian Mian seemed nervous in the flight to New York, I didn't ask or probe for information so I just dismissed it. I had to focus on business if I was going to have a chance at surviving this weekend.
I already missed Zhan terribly; he and I have been flying all over the country in this jet. It didn't feel right that he was not here.
"Oh you also have a gala event on the upper west side tomorrow evening."
Mian Mian said bringing me out of my thoughts. I shook my head
"Cancel that one, and give my invitation away." I said; I wasn't in a party mood at all. She nodded typing on her laptop
"Did you want me to book a different hotel?" she asked eyeing me carefully.
"I hate hotels, I'll stay at my apartment." I reminded her, she bit her red lip
"Your apartment is being renovated remember?"
she said nervously, I didn't understand her apprehension.
"Its this weekend?" I asked, I was sure I had her book it for another time, I must've forgotten. She nodded
"But I already booked you a suite at the Mark hotel, the same one I'm staying at. I figured it would be easier if I were close by..." She blabbed on. I silenced her with my hand
"Its fine" I said.
In an hour we landed at JFK airport, a limo waited to take us to Manhattan.
After checking in the hotel, I went straight to my suite. Glad to see that Mian Mian booked a presidential suite. I was too tired to go anywhere so I took a shower and got into my pajamas. I stood by the large window overlooking Central Park and checked my phone.
It was weird that Zhan didn't try to contact me, relax; it's only been a day I thought to myself.
He'll call me when he wants to, until then I should focus on business; I chuckled in spite of myself. Easier said than done, I already felt like a homesick puppy. I guess the dog analogy was more correct than I thought; I shook my head and went to bed.
The following day I left to go meet uncle Chen who flew in from his seaside estate in the Hamptons.
We met at a restaurant to talk about our game plan for when we met the Dao brothers tomorrow. Uncle Chen and I, along with G-Industries' best lawyers and financial directors discussed the deal and how it can be profitable for both companies.
We wanted this deal bad and there was no room for error. We even inquired from our branch in the UK and Japan, my Aunt Sue and my obnoxious cousin Kaya all seemed adamant to close it.
