It all started with a lesson (Yizhan/Wnagxiao)

Chapter 4: The consequences of pouring rain

!!!!THIS IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL!!!!

(I almost forgot to put the disclaimer and then panicked... like a LOT -_-)

XZ:

Life is so unfair, how come some people are born with money and some have to work for it?

Xiao Zhan had just gotten back from his third interview that day. He was sulking. The smile that would normally stretch across his face was now replaced with a frown. Although, judging from how much the interviewer seemed to favor him, there seemed to be a good chance that he would get at least the last job he went in for an interview, Zhan no longer knew whether or not he wanted the job. The office was small and held way too many people than it should. The lights were flickering, and the tables and chairs creaked. To be fair, Zhan didn't want another office job to begin with, so he was already quite biased before even stepping into the building.

A few minutes had passed but Zhan was still standing in the hallway, his head against the wall next to his door, thinking of how much of a disaster everything was. He was sure he was going to have to look for more interviews. He sighed, straightening up and walked into his room, deciding that he'd give Yu bin another call.

'Bin,' Zhan whined into his phone. 'I just had an interview and I think it went well but I don't think I want to work there anymore.'

'Why?' His friend inquired.

'I had a look at the office and the workspace was horrible.' Zhan replied. 'And you know me, I didn't want another office job in the first place.'

Yu bin could be heard chuckling from the other end of the call. 'Hey, I'm sure everything will be fine.'

'Yeah sure.' Zhan responded, 'because you aren't the one looking for a job.'

'No, I'm sure the right opportunity will present itself soon.' Yu bin explained before cutting the call.

'What the hell are you talking about Bin?!?' Zhan was fed-up and really didn't appreciate his friend's games. Not now. And so, Zhan was left sitting on his couch, once again sulking.

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A loud ring echoed across his apartment and Zhan, who had almost fallen asleep on the couch -again- jumped up, surprised.

'Who's calling me now?' Zhan pouted but was somewhat grateful. At least he won't fall asleep with the lights on again.

'Hello? Is this Mr. Xiao Zhan?' Someone asked from the other end of the line. He spoke mandarin, but it was obvious he didn't grow up speaking it. His accent had a strange British tinge woven into it.

'Yes. Who is this?' Xiao Zhan asked, curious as to who would call him at this time.

'I'm Richard Barnes.' The man responded before adding, 'Wang Yibo's butler.'

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The next day, Xiao Zhan arrived to the appointment late. Normally, Xiao Zhan would always be on time, but traffic was something he could not control, neither was rain. His suit was soaked, beads of water dripped onto his face from the ends of his hair and his shoes squelched with each step he took. It looked like someone had dumped a bucket of water on him.

The events that led towards his not to presentable state was rather unexpected. That morning Xiao Zhan had checked the weather station to make sure that there would be no need for an umbrella. He even made sure that he left the house earlier than he normally would; in order to create a good first impression. Who would've thought that the weather people would get something so wrong? If he had known it would rain, Zhan would've left the house an hour earlier, knowing full well what flooded streets could do to traffic. In the end, after sitting in an unmoving taxi for a full 10 minutes, being only a few hundred metres away from Wang Yibo's neighbourhood, he decided to pay the driver, step out of the car and make a run for it.

Of course, he was still late, but not nearly as late as he would've been. However, his clean-cut appearance was completely ruined, and he looked, in his opinion, no different from a wet dog.

'Ah,' Someone opened the door and looked at him with an uneasy expression, 'You must be Xiao Zhan?'

Zhan nodded before apologizing immediately.

'Sorry I didn't know it was going to rain, I really didn't expect it. I had to run through the rain to get here on time... though I- I'm still late aren't I? Oh no I must apologi-'

'It's alright,' the man offered him a smile, 'Mr Wang will understand. You don't have to worry.'

'Oh thank god' Zhan sighed relieved. The man moved aside and gestured for him to walk inside. Xiao Zhan was hesitant; he was still soaking wet and didn't want to leave muddy footprints everywhere.

'You can wipe your shoes over here,' He pointed towards the matt next to the door. 'Richard will take you to Mr. Wang once you're ready.' The man smiled once more. 'Would you like a towel?' he added eyeing Zhan's soaked appearance with a worried expression.

'Yes please,' Xiao Zhan replied without hesitance.

'Please wait here,' The man told Zhan.

Now, Xiao Zhan was left, standing awkwardly in front of the door, soaking wet and shivering slightly.

The man soon returned with a fluffy white towel placed upon his arms.

'Here' He offered the towel towards Zhan.

This must be what it feels like to have money...Zhan thought, even the towels are nice. Zhan sniffed the edge of the towel a little, it smelt like detergent, but it was a nice smell. The towel somehow smelt just the way it felt as it clung over Zhan's shoulders. It smelt... he sniffed the white fluffy towel again... it smelt soft, clean, like detergent but not too strong. The smell didn't give him a headache. However, he wasn't going to lie. Despite the fact that it provided warmth, it smelt strangely cool. The smell was cold but strangely enjoyable. Xiao Zhan couldn't help but sniff the towel from time to time as he followed the man to another room.

'This is Richard' The man introduced, 'He will take you to Mr. Wang.' The man paused before adding, 'I will be leaving now.' I nodded and he scurried away somewhere beyond the door.

'Mr. Xiao I assume?' A man Zhan assumed had to be Richard, smiled a little.

'Yes' Zhan answered, returning the smile.

'Please follow me.'

Richard, just like Zhan had originally guessed, was not Chinese. In fact, he wasn't even Asian at all. From behind Richard didn't stand out particularly from the Asian masses as his hair was black, but it was his sharp features and startling blue eyes that gave it away. Of course, there was also his accent.

'Mr. Wang is just through there.' Richard smiled encouragingly as Zhan stepped through the threshold.

!!!!!THIS IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL!!!!!

Hope you had fun reading... god my writing can sound so dead sometimes (emotionless and boring basically...)

Thanks for reading tho!