The Superstar's Autograph [YiZhan]

Chapter Twenty-Nine

The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Twenty-Nine

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"And your grandma..."

My grandmother...A black fiery wings with feathers of nonidentical emotions swathed my untraceable concatenation of thoughts and rekindled it onto cloud of dust, I sobbed.

My teeth were digging so deep onto my lips and I am self-assured I drew blood. It was almost as if I heeded the pieces of my heart fell on the tiles and when it clouted the ground, it morphed onto blood and splattered there daubing it with tones of crimson and burgundy.

"Zoey, what did you do?" I hiccupped, catching the speckles of breaths I could save from my wilting physique. "You told grandma about Yibo and I?" My indubitable jumpiness and puny potential to comprehend bludgeoned altogether. I couldn't withdraw myself from crying, the skin that bordered my eyes began to ache but the tears swell up dripping on my arms.

"No." Her short respond was suspicious. After sending me those pictures and articles about Yibo and I, she fared to act innocent.

I raised myself up and zeroed in to her vibrant irises. "Then why is she here with dad? Tell me the truth. How did she know?"

I had a hunch that the email from my father was a cautionary message regarding the unforeseen visit of grandma to see me personally or to make it simpler, reprimand me from doing what she think wasn't right, a scandal that could extirpate their names. She was my grandmother in my paternal side, the person I didn't have the nerve to oppose or disobey. We only met twice; from that time my dad signed the legalization papers' claiming me as his son after I turned eight and the other was when she explained to me the details about my role in their family, I am only thirteen at that time. Her words were unobstructed and it embossed on the inmost of my humanity...

"The Xiao's descend from a historic, noble lineage, we have advanced the trade and industry as a group of most effective CEO's of our companies and have grit to pressure our competitors to bow down to us. We are inexorable. Today as well, with the airlines, airfreights and cosmetics as our cores, we are the leaders among these businesses. In choosing a successor of your father's corporation, keeping yourself healthy with cool, calm and collected, competent mind and irrefragable body is an accomplishment that your cousins have achieved, even though it's your dad's company I wouldn't hesitate to ask him to give it to someone else if you fail me. Remember that when you are a Xiao, you should appear like one but you must know it will take more of that to gratify me and receive you as one of my grandsons. Don't ever disappoint me..."

Since then, I'd been acting vigilant and guarded, I tried to be perfect, undamaged, untainted and prodigious because in my mind the hate grandma harbored towards me could developed; deepened into something worse, the cause of my unspeakable withdrawal from the 'family'...from their family. A safeguarded circle I am not welcome to enter. She didn't allow me to call her 'Nai Nai' because it was too informal or 'Zu Mu' but 'Grandma', an English term which had no meaning to her. I am not a grandson to her eyes but a drifter entreating her to accept me as one of Xiao's grandchildren. Before father, the only person that showed me love was 'Lao Lao', a grandmother in my maternal side who died with malignant brain tumor, I grew up with her in a farm house in Chongqing, China. When I lost her, I lost my home and through Yibo I found it again...however I flee.