In the heart of the city, within the prestigious Wang Corporation headquarters, lay the luxurious office of Wang Yibo. The room exuded opulence, with walls adorned in rich, dark wood paneling, and floors made of polished marble. The ceiling was high and decorated with intricate moldings, adding to the sense of grandeur.
The room was illuminated by the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, casting a warm light on the lavish furnishings. Plush, cream-colored leather chairs and sofas were strategically placed around the room, creating a comfortable atmosphere for meetings and discussions.
Wang Yibo sat behind his massive, mahogany desk, its surface polished to a high shine. His laptop was open in front of him, and his fingers flew across the keyboard as he worked with intense focus. The soft knock on the door broke the silence, and he looked up, his eyes locking onto the entrance.
“Come in,” he said softly, his deep voice commanding attention.
The door swung open, and Haikuan stepped into the room, a document clutched in his hand. His eyes met Wang Yibo’s, and he approached the desk with a confident stride, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The air was thick with anticipation, as if the fate of the corporation hung in the balance.
“Ge,” Yibo said with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with affection.
Haikuan’s response was equally warm, his smile a perfect mirror image of Yibo’s. “Yibo,” he replied, his voice low and smooth, like honey dripping from a spoon.
As Haikuan placed the document on the table, Yibo’s eyes locked onto it like a magnet, his curiosity piqued. He leaned forward, his hand reaching out with an urgency that couldn’t be contained. But Haikuan’s words stopped him cold, like a dam blocking a rushing river.
“Wait, Yibo. You might see something you don’t want to,” Haikuan warned, his voice laced with a hint of mystery, like a whisper in a dark alley.
Yibo’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his eyes narrowing like a hawk zeroing in on its prey. “What do you mean?” he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him, like a wild horse galloping across the open plains.
Haikuan’s expression turned serious, his eyes locked onto Yibo’s like a laser beam. “Don’t judge the book by its cover, Yibo. Gather more information before you make any conclusions,” he advised, his voice steady and calm, like a rock in a stormy sea.
Yibo’s frown deepened, his mind racing with questions, like a runaway train with no brakes. But he couldn’t resist the temptation, like a moth drawn to a flame. He picked up the document, his eyes scanning the contents with growing interest, like a detective solving a puzzle.
A smile spread across his face, like a sunrise over the horizon, as he read on, the information about Xiao Zhan fascinating him, like a treasure trove of secrets. But his smile faltered, like a leaf trembling in the wind, as he reached the final sentence. A single word caught his attention, making his heart skip a beat, like a drumbeat in a silent forest.
He looked up at Haikuan, his eyes seeking confirmation, like a sailor searching for a lighthouse in a storm. Haikuan’s nod was almost imperceptible, like a whisper in a crowded room, but Yibo caught it, like a hawk spotting its prey. His mind raced with questions, his eyes locked onto Haikuan’s, seeking answers, like a thirsty traveler searching for an oasis in the desert. The air was thick with tension, the silence between them palpable, like a heavy fog that refused to lift.
Haikuan’s sigh was like a gentle breeze on a summer day, his nod a subtle acknowledgement of the truth. “It’s true, Yibo,” he confirmed, his voice a soothing melody that seemed to calm the raging storm within.
Yibo’s frown deepened, his eyes flashing like lightning on a dark night, a mix of emotions swirling like a maelstrom – shock, anger, disappointment, and disbelief. Haikuan’s words were like a gentle rain, trying to soothe the parched earth, but Yibo’s mind was a tornado, whirling with thoughts and emotions.
“Yibo, you didn’t really think he would wait that long, did you?” Haikuan asked, his tone a gentle brook, meandering through the rocky terrain of Yibo’s mind. “He’s 32, and it would be impossible for him to wait indefinitely. Besides, he didn’t even know if you were coming back to China, and…I’m not sure if he knows your feelings for him.”
But Yibo’s words cut through the air like a sharp sword, slicing through the tender shoots of hope. “I don’t want to hear it, Haikuan,” he said, his voice a thunderclap, shaking the foundations of the room.
Haikuan’s expression was a symphony of understanding, his eyes a gentle harmony of empathy. “I believe whatever you plan to do in the future will be what’s best for you both, like a river flowing to its destiny,” he said, his voice a soothing balm to Yibo’s wounded soul. “So, I’ll always support you, didi, No matter what.”
With a graceful bow, Haikuan rose from his seat, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, and left the office, leaving Yibo alone to navigate the turbulent waters of his mind. The door closed behind him with a soft click, like the gentle closing of a book, leaving Yibo to write his own destiny.
