Thread That Binds Us

Chapter-5

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Chapter-5

Yiling Fashion House

Yiling? The brand his wedding tuxedo had come from? That Yiling?!

Dots of a vague picture was forming in front of his eyes. Wasn't there a big hush hush about the owner of the brand? Eyes going round in shock, he dashed for his room. Didn't he lump his garments here somewhere last night? Where was it? Where- He opened the closet door and there it was. Hung carefully, without any crumple. YiBo realized that he never actually got to wear it yesterday.

He took it out and held it close, eyes roaming over the expensive fabric. What had appeared to be a tasteful piece of design now felt like a scroll of indecipherable runes. Also, something about this design....the two red lines on the lapels....why did it feel somewhat familiar? It was not like he had shopped for a wedding before or anything.

Only...he did.

Not, not shopped for but talked about...

"Damn, look at it, Zhang Ge!"

"What?"

"Look at this suit! Bloody brilliant!"

"You like it? Seriously? Doesn't the red look tacky?"

"Nope. It looks distinguished. I'm gonna wear something like this when I get married."

"Married? To whom?"

"To you, of course!"

The world tilted on its axis and he had to lean against the closet door. The scene that had transpired between two young boys a very long time ago resurfaced with a sudden vivid clarity. Of course! Of-fucking-course! New brand, mystery founder that never went out in public and had earned the moniker of Yiling Patriarch by the media, mother insisting on getting his wedding suit only from there, even though YiBo had never wore their apparels before.

It all made sense now.

He had been played shamelessly by these two: his own mother and him! Him, HIM, it was always him! The fact that that same person had held onto the silly and momentary wish YiBo once made was something he did not want to think of right this moment. That was a slope he refused to spiral down, not now, not when he had a hell to raise.

Whipping out his phone he tapped on his manager's number.

"Yiling. Get me any and every detail about the company's owner. Also, track down how my order was placed and who designed my suit. ASAP. Stop everything you're doing and get me the details within hours."

There was a raised voice of protest on the other end and YiBo cut the call. Emotions crackled, boiled inside him. Rage, betrayal, helpless anguish and a deep sense of loss.

Was that suit a compensation for turning his life upside down? A mockery to have him see what a fool he had once been? Or mere pity?

Or maybe something else? Something...