Chapter 27 - 27

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Sorry, first I forgot today is Friday, and I had a reminder that I only post one chapter of BFAS, that's not fair so I give up😂 here is the second chapter.... Please enjoy.

All the celebrations that had filled the house since morning felt distant to Zhan....who lay weakly on his grandmother's bed, burning with fever. It got so bad that they had to call a doctor to examine him and prescribe medication. After taking the drugs, he finally drifted into a deep, heavy sleep.

Every now and then, Granny Ryu would quietly step into the room to check on him. What truly worried her was the way Zhan had been behaving since the wedding was arranged....withdrawn, pale, and unusually silent. For nearly ten days now, he hadn't smiled or shown any sign of joy. She began to wonder if perhaps he didn't even want this marriage. If it wasn't forced, how could someone sink into such sadness? But she kept those thoughts to herself, saying nothing to anyone.

Around two-thirty in the afternoon, Zhan slowly opened his eyes, feeling a hand pressed lightly against his forehead. MD was standing beside the bed; he pulled his hand away and asked softly,

"How do you feel?"

Zhan turned his head and saw his grandmother standing nearby.... and next to her was Dr. Kexing, dressed in white like MD. From the look of them, they had come straight from the wedding ceremony.

When their eyes met, Dr. Kexing immediately looked away. Zhan adjusted the duvet around himself and lowered his gaze too, his throat tightening.

MD glanced at Granny Ryu. "What medicines did the doctor give him?"

Granny Ryu handed him a few packets with visible worry.

"He hasn't eaten anything, Daddy. He barely drank a little tea earlier, just like yesterday. He's had no real appetite, and the fever keeps coming back."

MD touched Zhan's hand and said, "His body's not hot anymore."

Dr. Kexing, who had been silent, finally spoke in a calm, quiet voice, "Get well soon, Zhan."

Without lifting his head, Zhan only murmured, "Thank you."

Then Dr. Kexing turned and left the room.

MD said, "Let's bring him some food now. He needs to eat."

Granny Ryu nodded. "I hope he'll eat this time. Come, I'll help you carry it."

As they left the room and she closed the door gently behind her, Granny Ryu said in a low, troubled tone,

"Daddy... are you sure that boy even wants this marriage? He looks like someone being forced into it. Since the day he arrived, he hasn't been himself.... always anxious, quiet, and restless. He hardly even sleeps. Don't you think something's really wrong?"

MD frowned slightly. "Why wouldn't he want it, Aunt? It's Yibo, his own brother figure. They grew up together, if you saw how close they were. Everyone gets nervous before a wedding, especially someone like him....he's been spoiled and pampered all his life. Please, don't repeat this to anyone. How could his family possibly do anything that would harm him? They've cared for him for twenty-two years...why would they start now? Just don't mention this again, please."

Granny Ryu sighed. "Alright, it's just that my heart won't settle. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I only said it to you."

MD nodded. "When is he leaving for Guangzhou?"

"Tomorrow evening," she replied. "That's the plan. His father, Mr. Wang, said they'll skip the ring exchange ceremony for now. It can be done later, when things calm down. There's no joy in it at the moment...everyone's anxious, and Zhan himself isn't even well."

MD nodded again. "He'll recover, don't worry. He's just being overly sensitive."

Granny Ryu stayed quiet, still uneasy. MD carried the tray of food back into Zhan's room, set it gently on the carpet, and said,

"Come on, eat something."

Zhan sat up weakly and shook his head. "I can't. I'll throw up."

MD sighed, sitting down in the chair beside him.

"Are you a child or what? Why are you so stubborn, hmm? Why are you acting like someone who's never been taught any manners? All that talk I gave you last week....was it for nothing? Do you think I just like wasting my time giving advice? Now tell me, what's your problem? Why are you making yourself miserable like this?"

Zhan just stared at him silently, his eyes tired and heavy...his mind lost elsewhere, imagining Yibo as his husband, and the weight of that thought pressing painfully on his chest.

MD's patience thinned. "Hey! Don't just sit there staring at me. Answer me, right now!"

Tears welled up in Zhan's eyes, his voice trembling as he said, "It's Yibo, my Gege..."

MD snapped, "So? What's wrong with marrying him? Haven't you known for months that he's not your blood? How long will it take you to accept that?"

Zhan burst into tears, clutching his head. "I'm doomed... I can't do it, you don't understand!"

MD sighed. "Wait, until you sees yourself in his house... Where do you think I'd be when you're busy romancing and making love with him? Probably in Canada."

Zhan scream in horror and cried harder, his voice breaking. "But he's my brother... he's my brother!"

MD laughed in disbelief, seeing how serious he looked. "Get this into your head...he's not your brother. He's your husband. Yibo is your husband now. And if you keep acting like this, I bet in four months I'll be congratulating you on carrying his child."

Zhan stumbled off the bed, visibly shaken. "Please stop saying that! I beg you, Uncle, stop talking like this!" His whole body trembled as if MD had said something unspeakable.

MD only laughed harder. "You'll see. I swear, if I ever find out you're pregnant by Yibo, I'll remind you of this very conversation."

Zhan pressed his face against the bed, his tears soaking the pillow. The embarrassment and shock from MD's words made him want to disappear.

After a long pause, MD softened his tone. "Zhan..."

Zhan lifted his head slowly, his tear-streaked face pale, eyes wide with fear. MD sighed and tried to calm him down...just as he had done before at his family's house. For nearly an hour, he tried to talk sense into Zhan, but though Zhan sat there, leaning against the bed, pretending to listen, his mind had drifted far away...lost in another world of anxious thoughts.

Just then, his father Xiao Shan and a few cousins who had returned from Dr. Kexing's wedding in Chengdu entered the room to check on him.

- - - -

The entire Xiao household was filled with noise and celebration... guests everywhere, no space to move. The event was grand, and money was flowing freely. Prominent women from different cities attended Dr. Kexing's wedding banquet. Even though Zhan and Yibo weren't present, all the planned ceremonies still took place, especially since Dr. Kexing was involved. Zhan, of course, was considered "too ill" to attend.

By seven o'clock, MD arrived at the main living room of Xiao Rong's mansion with Yibo following closely behind. The room was crowded with men...Xiao Rong's younger brothers, cousins, and friends. MD introduced Yibo, who greeted everyone politely before sitting on the carpet. Most of them hadn't met the groom until that moment. They congratulated him, offering blessings and advice for a peaceful marriage. Afterward, Yibo and MD moved on to greet the women of the family.

As Yibo entered the women's living room, all eyes turned to him. Most of the young ladies there were around Zhan's age, while a few were older. Yibo respectfully greeted the elders, and MD formally introduced him as Zhan's husband. A quiet murmur spread through the room; several young women exchanged curious looks.

Yibo kept his gaze lowered, listening humbly as the older women gave him marriage advice and their best wishes. After about fifteen minutes, they left that room too, with MD taking him around to meet more relatives. Eventually, they reached Granny Ryu's section of the house, where she and her guest were seated in her second living room.

With a warm smile, Granny Ryu welcomed Yibo in person and asked the maids to serve him water and food.

Granny Ryu looked at him warmly and asked, "When did you arrive?"

Yibo lifted his head slightly. "Earlier this evening."

Granny Ryu nodded. "Oh, I see. And how are your parents? How did they handle all the guests?"

"They're fine," Yibo replied politely.

"That's good," she said with a smile. "I wish you peace and understanding in your marriage. May you both live without conflict."

Yibo bowed his head quietly, and Granny Ryu left them in the sitting room.

MD turned to him. "You should eat something."

Yibo gave a faint smile. "I'm fine. I already ate with my friends."

"Oh, really?" MD asked. "Where are they staying?"

"At the hotel," Yibo said.

MD stood up. "Go inside and check on your Baby...he's not feeling well."

Immediately, Yibo shook his head. "No... I don't think that's necessary. Since I know he's being looked after, there's no need for me to go."

MD frowned. "Come on, you should at least see him. Do you even realize how long he's been sick?"

Yibo was about to reply when Granny Ryu entered the room, carrying a warmer filled with roasted chicken.

MD glanced at her and said, "Aunty, can you believe this? He doesn't even want to go to your room to check on him."

Granny Ryu chuckled. "Well, I am your grandmother too like him."

Yibo just smiled shyly, keeping his head low. MD teased, "You heard her. Let's go to your grandmother's room and check on the groom."

Yibo looked up briefly...Granny Ryu was watching him with fondness, impressed by how calm and well-mannered he was. He seemed like a young man raised with grace. Reluctantly, Yibo stood and followed MD toward Granny Ryu's bedroom, though every step felt heavy.

Zhan had already fallen asleep on the carpet. MD stopped at the doorway, glancing at Yibo, who hesitated to enter. Yibo spoke softly, "He's asleep, Dr Shen Yi. Let's not wake him up, please." Without waiting for MD's reply, he quietly turned and left the room.

MD couldn't help but chuckle. So even Yibo doesn't want to face Zhan, he thought, amused by the awkwardness of it all. Shaking his head with a small smile, he also stepped out of the room.

Yibo didn't stay more than twenty minutes in the house before heading back to the hotel where he and his friends were lodged. Granny Ryu insisted he take some chicken and drinks with him before he left.

***

The next morning, the celebrations at Xiao Rong's mansion continued in full swing. Zhan, though still weak, finally came out to join the family for a short while before Granny Ryu urged him to rest again. Among the fifteen sets of fine ceremonial outfits made for him, he had only managed to wear three.

By 3 p.m., preparations for the trip to Guangzhou began. Zhan's anxiety grew worse; tears streamed down his face as his chest tightened. Dressed in a perfectly tailored white suit, he looked effortlessly elegant....every inch the picture of a newlywed.

Before departure, he was led around the house to receive words of advice and blessings from the elders, most of whom were his grandparents or senior relatives. They spoke to him kindly, wishing him happiness and harmony with his husband.

Then he was taken to his grandfather's sitting room, where Xiao Rong and his brothers sat watching silently. His father, Shan, remained seated, eyes fixed on his son. After a moment, he too offered Zhan a few words of guidance and placed a hand on his head in blessing.

When everything was done, they escorted Zhan to the room where Aaria was waiting.

Aaria couldn't say much... tears filled her eyes. She wished she could keep her son close a little longer, just to know him better.

By beginning of the night, their convoy arrived in Guangzhou. Granny Ai, who had become almost like part of the Xiao family, was among them. Zhan sat close to Dr. Kexing's mother, quietly crying the entire way. It was only then that he truly realized...this wasn't a dream.

Around 8pm., the cars belonging to the Xiao family entered Qiren's compound, filling it completely. Their plan was simple: after Lan Yi and Qiren finished giving Zhan their own counsel and wishes, he would be taken to he and Yibo's house, and afterward, the family would rest for the night before returning to Tianjin the next day.

But then, Aunty Jianmen and Dr. Jing's mother-in-law announced that the Mothers' Eve celebration would be held the following day. The family was asked to be patient until then... after the event, Zhan would be formally handed over. They were also given their own private section of the Wang household to stay in.

Later that night, around nine, Zhan lay weakly in the room he'd been assigned. Shu sat quietly on the carpet beside him....unusually calm, almost unrecognizable from her usual lively self. She barely spoke now, only watching silently. On the other side were Fai, a daughter of Aunty Jin, and three of Zhan's other cousins....Feng, Marui, and Ruyue. The room was filled with low murmurs of their conversation, the only bit of liveliness in the quiet house.

Despite the number of people in the Wang residence....nearly thirty from Xiao Rong's family alone.... Lan Yi never stopped coming in to check on her son. She visited often, especially after hearing that his fever hadn't subsided and he still refused to eat.

Zhan was sleeping restlessly when Lan Yi entered with a bowl of congee she had prepared for him, hoping it might help. She set it down gently on the bedside table and carefully pulled the duvet down from his body.

"Baby," she whispered.

Zhan's red eyes fluttered open, staring weakly at her. His skin burned under her touch, and his body trembled with chills. Wu had already told her he hadn't been well since Tianjin.

Lan Yi replaced the duvet, frowning with concern. She went back to her room, picked up her phone, and dialed Yibo's number.

When he answered, her tone was tense. "Yibo, won't you come and check on Zhan? He has a terrible fever. His body's burning up and he's shivering nonstop. They said he hasn't been well since Tianjin."

Yibo hesitated. "But... Mama, maybe I should call my friend....he's nearby. He could..."

Lan Yi cut him off sharply. "And how long will we wait for your friend to arrive, Yibo? Please don't upset me. Just come and see him yourself. If he needs medicine, buy it. But don't waste time with excuses. If you can't come, I'll ask your father to take us to the hospital instead...you're not the only doctor in the world."

Yibo fell silent. She ended the call.

Moments later, Fai and the others looked up as Yibo entered the room. They greeted him politely, still watching him curiously. He returned the greeting and walked toward where Zhan lay. The girls couldn't help but exchange glances.

Shu stood up quietly and said softly, "Maybe we should step out for a bit...let him check on Zhan."

They all looked at her, then one by one stood up and slipped out of the room. Shu followed last, locking the door behind her.

Yibo stood by the bed, watching Zhan struggle in his feverish sleep, his breathing shallow. He knelt beside the bed, gently pulling back the duvet to check his temperature.

Zhan's eyes opened slowly. Their gazes met.

He weakly reached out, grasped Yibo's hand, and whimpered like a child, "Gege... my head hurts so much. My temperature's high... could you give me an injection?"

Yibo froze, just staring at him...it was exactly how Zhan used to act whenever he fell ill, soft and dependent.

But then, Zhan suddenly loosened his grip, as if remembering something, and began to pull away. His heart thudded painfully. As he tried to move to the other side of the bed, Yibo quickly caught him and pulled him back.

Zhan's eyes went wide in shock.

Yibo's face darkened. His voice was low and unfamiliar. "What do you think I am, a monster?"

Zhan's body shook. He avoided eye contact, his voice trembling. "Please... let me go. Don't make me call Mama."

Yibo didn't release him. Zhan squirmed, trying to free himself, but Yibo only stared...silent, conflicted.

Then, in panic, Zhan bit his wrist... hard. Yibo gasped in pain and instinctively let go. Zhan scrambled off the bed, bolted into the bathroom, and locked the door behind him, panting in terror.

In all his life, Zhan had never felt fear of Yibo like that before....

Yibo left the room quietly, went straight to a nearby pharmacy, and bought some medicine for Zhan. When he returned, he didn't go inside the house again. Instead, he called Shu, handed her the medicine, and asked her to take it to Zhan. Then, without another word, he walked away into the night.

***

The next morning, even though Zhan had recovered, he stayed curled up under the duvet, breathing quietly. The upcoming Mother's Eve celebration made him even more withdrawn...he had no interest in going out or socializing. Lan Yi tried to coax him gently, visiting his room several times to check on him. She even brought him breakfast herself and watched until he ate a little.

Around ten o'clock, the door to his room opened. Zhan, assuming it was Lan Yi again, kept his eyes closed. But then he heard Hai Kuan's voice greeting Fai and the others. He opened his eyes and saw Hai Kuan walking toward the bed. Pulling the chair closer, Hai Kuan asked softly, "How are you feeling, Baby?"

Zhan's voice was faint when he replied, "I'm fine."

Then he heard Xuxui's cheerful tone as she entered, responding to the girls' greetings. Zhan turned his head. She walked over to him, smiling warmly. "My dear Zhan, how are you feeling?"

Zhan struggled to sit up. "Good morning, Aunty," he said quietly.

Still smiling, Xuxui sat on the edge of the bed, placing a gentle hand on his forehead. "You arrived right after I left your house yesterday," she said. "I'm happy to see you, my dear. May everything go well between you and Yibo. May peace always stay with you both, and may happiness never leave your home with cutes baby's."

Zhan said nothing, only lowering his eyes. For some reason, her words stirred something strange in him.

Just then, Lan Yi entered the room carrying a tray of soup that she had asked Aunt Marquis to prepare for Zhan. The moment she saw Xuxui there, she quietly turned back and left before Xuxui noticed her.

Xuxui continued smiling at Zhan. "Your stylists are here now," she said kindly.

Zhan's stomach sank. "Aunty, I still feel weak," he murmured. "I keep feeling dizzy, like I might faint."

Xuxui smiled, unconvinced. She didn't see any real sign of illness... he just looked thinner than before. Before she could reply, the CEO walked in. She greeted Xuxui and Hai Kuan, then turned to Zhan with a polished smile. "How are you, dear?"

Zhan lowered his gaze politely. She touched his arm lightly. "Your mother told me you weren't feeling well," she said.

He said nothing.

"Well, you look perfectly fine to me," she added with a teasing smile.

Xuxui then asked, "Did you even take a bath this morning?"

Zhan nodded.

"Good. Then I'll tell the stylists to come in now," she said, standing. She and the CEO both left the room together.

Hai Kuan watched Zhan for a moment. "You weren't eating properly in Tianjin, were you?" he asked.

Zhan lowered his eyes again, saying nothing. The thought of being dressed up for the event made him uncomfortable; he wished he could just stay in his room all day. Hai Kuan sighed and left quietly.

Later, the stylists finished preparing him, and everyone in the room fell silent. Zhan looked strikingly handsome....almost dazzling. The elegant outfit Xuxui had brought was of the finest material, obviously expensive and tastefully made. He looked so good that even he seemed a little overwhelmed by his reflection.

By two o'clock, the Mother's Eve celebration began at the house. Dr. Jing's Mother-in-law hosted her own special gathering, clearly showing her close bond with Lan Yi. Even though Zhe attended, she kept her distance, avoiding eye contact with Zhan entirely. The wives of Qiren's high-ranking friends sparkled in pearls and diamonds, while Mr. Xiao's family arrived dressed to perfection. The mansion was filled with laughter and chatter, the air rich with perfume and the sound of clinking glasses. The buffet tables overflowed with more than ten varieties of dishes...everyone served themselves as music and laughter filled the grand hall.

- - - -

By almost four o'clock, Yibo finally arrived at the house with a few of his friends, looking annoyingly perfect for the photos everyone had been begging him to take. Honestly, if they hadn't called him ten times, he wouldn't have shown up at all.

As soon as he stepped in, the entire compound seemed to pause. Zhan's cousin sisters practically froze mid-sentence, unable to take their eyes off Yibo. He was sharp in his fitted suit, calm and confident. Yibo, however, could barely make eye contact with the women in the house-especially the elder ones. He looked like he'd rather be anywhere else, maybe hiding behind a flowerpot.

Meanwhile, poor Zhan sat beside Xuxui like a helpless orphan waiting for judgment day, but still, he's glaring at his young cousins sister's that are busy drooling over his Gege. Xuxui, of course, was glowing with pride and bossing the photographers around like a general.

Then Aunty Marquis arrived and declared, "Yibo, come take a picture with Xuxui and Zhan!"

Zhan lowered his head even more, wishing the ground would open up. Yibo glanced at him briefly, his lips twitching as if he was fighting a laugh.

Xuxui frowned. "Hey, I don't see a photo of you two together yet."

Aunty Marquis jumped in with her usual enthusiasm. "Exactly! They haven't taken any!"

Zhan's heart pounded like a drum. Aunty Marquis pointed at the empty space beside him. "Yibo, sit next to him!"

Yibo obeyed like a soldier, eyes down, quietly sitting where she indicated. Zhan instantly shifted a few inches away-Yibo's cologne was criminally good, and it filled his nose until his brain stopped working.

The photographer lifted his camera, and the entire compound turned their attention to the couple. They looked too good together, even down to the matching shape of their noses. Aunty Marquis folded her arms, unimpressed. "Zhan! Smile a little!"

Zhan forced a tiny smile that was one blink away from turning into tears, right that movement... He wasn't afraid or thinking about Yibo as his husband, he was angry at how those cousins of his looking at his Gege. He feels something so heavy and uncomfortable at his chest. The photographer signaled for Yibo to move closer since there was "too much space" between them. Slowly, Yibo leaned in until their shoulders brushed.

Zhan nearly jumped stalled. Every hair on his body stood at attention. He stiffened like a statue, whispering under his breath, "If this photo session doesn't end in five minutes, I'm running to those hyenas and remove their eyes out from the sockets." He was even fuming without him reliasing it.

Xuxui went off to call Lan Yi, who was busy chatting inside, for a family photo. Lan Yi came out beaming from ear to ear, proud and radiant.

Just then, Zhan made the mistake of looking up-and locked eyes with Lee across the compound. He hadn't even realized Lee had arrived. Lee smiled warmly and gave a small wave, then he signal to a group of three men checking Yibo out, Lee smirk at Zhan. Zhan quickly ducked his head, blinking back the sudden sting in his eyes. Not today. No crying today, he told himself.

The chaos didn't stop there. When it was time for the official photos, in walked Qiren with his entourage-powerful business friends, a few top officials, and, of course, Monk and Postor trailing behind. The entire place buzzed as the ceremony moved to the ring exchange.

Zhan, trembling slightly, muttered his vows so fast the officiator had to ask him to repeat them.

"I... do," he said, voice cracking halfway through.

Yibo, hiding a grin, replied smoothly, "I do," and slipped the ring onto Zhan's finger.

They both bowed respectfully-to the heavens, the elders, and finally, to each other.

The crowd cheered. Zhan, still red-faced, leaned toward Yibo and whispered, "Next time you look this good and made me feels this uncomfortable, I'm running away for real Gege."

Yibo stare at him in surprising shock, when he saw the burning anger in Zhan's eyes, he chuckled quietly. "Too late, baby. Cameras caught everything."

Zhan groaned. "I hate this wedding."

After the ceremony, the entire house transformed into a noisy, glittering celebration. Lights sparkled across the courtyard, relatives laughed loudly, and the buffet table looked like it could feed half the city.

Everyone was happy-except one person.

Zhan.

He sat at the main table, stiff as a carved statue, glaring at his own reflection in a silver spoon. His suit was slightly wrinkled from all the hugging, his tie felt like a noose, and someone had pinned a massive red rose to his chest that made him look like a contestant in a school play.

"Smile, husband, and keep pretending for the sake of our relatives" Yibo murmured beside him, leaning close enough that Zhan could smell that ridiculous cologne again.

Zhan shot him a warning look. "If you call me that again in public, I'll dump this soup on your fancy suits."

Yibo laughed under his breath. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, try me," Zhan hissed, clutching the soup spoon dramatically.

Just then, Lan Yi appeared with a camera, her face glowing. "Aha! My beautiful sons! One more picture!" She looks like, she had a few glass of wine....not really herself.

Zhan froze mid-threat. "Mama, no, please...."

Click!

Too late. She'd already captured him mid-glare with Yibo laughing beside him like it was the happiest day of his life.

Lan Yi squealed. "Perfect! You two look like a movie poster!"

Zhan muttered, "More like a horror movie." Zhan need nothing right now like to be wasted, he no longer knows what is bordering him.

The guests began chanting for the newlyweds to feed each other cake. Zhan's face drained of color. "No. Absolutely not. I'm not doing that."

"Oh come on, it's tradition," Xuxui said, clapping her hands.

"Tradition can rest," Zhan replied dryly.

But the crowd had already started cheering. Someone pushed a plate of cake into Yibo's hand. Zhan leaned back, whispering, "Don't even think about it Gege."

Yibo, of course, thought about it.

He took a small forkful, grinning mischievously. "Open up, husband."

"No."

"Just one bite baby."

"Gege, I swear...."

Before he could finish, Yibo gently popped the fork near Zhan's lips, and the crowd went wild-phones flashing, everyone screaming "Awww!"

Zhan froze, a tiny piece of cake stuck to his bottom lip. His ears turned bright red.

"You're dead," he whispered under his breath.

Yibo leaned in, his smile infuriatingly soft. "Then at least let me die happy."

Lan Yi clapped proudly from the side. "That's my boys!"

Meanwhile, Zhan tried to sneak away toward the back garden, muttering, "If one more person tells me to pose, I'll start charging for it."

But before he could escape, a group of younger cousins cornered him, demanding selfies and laughing.

Yibo just watched from afar, amusement lighting up his face as Zhan got trapped in a crowd of overexcited relatives, awkwardly smiling while holding a half-eaten piece of cake.

Later, when they finally got a quiet moment, Zhan collapsed into a chair and groaned.

"Next time," he said flatly, "we're eloping."

Yibo chuckled, sitting beside him. "Next time? So you're already planning a second wedding?"

Zhan blinked, realizing his mistake. "You..."

Yibo reached over, brushing a crumb off his cheek. "Too late, Baby. You said it."

Zhan sighed dramatically, glaring at him. "You are absolutely insufferable."

Yibo just smiled. "And yet, you married me."

Zhan glared harder-but couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from twitching. He feel a little lighter by talking to Yibo after so many days.

"I wish you could just stay like that baby, I want nothing but your happiness" Yibo said after seconds of silence between them.

Without looking at him, Zhan said " if you want to see happy, then promise me something..." Zhan raised his head and lock eyes with Yibo, "Promise me, you'll never tou...touch me inappropriate or demand anything from me, and don't forced me to move in with you... Please Gege let me stay here like we all used to..."

NB

I thought why not a happy scenes in between...😄 So i change a few things in this chapter.

And I really wish I can generate an AI of them🙁 nevertheless, pretend this is their wedding pictures. 😂 And don't be too happy, I will go back to my usual plot in the next chapter. 😜

Zhanxianyibo💚❤️💛