Continuation: He smiled faintly, unaware that in a quiet office far above him, Wang Yibo sat behind his desk, a single vase beside him holding the same kind of flower. He didn't know why he had given Zhan those blue forget-me-nots. He only knew that, even before meeting him, he had always kept them in his office perhaps because of a memory he could never let go of: a little boy, five or six years old, tugging at his sleeve, laughing as he said, "Uncle Yibo, buy these! They're my favorite!" Yibo knew that boy was gone lost with the family he once called friends. And yet, somehow, the flowers remained. Zhan glanced at his watch and sighed softly. “I should get going,” he said. Ziyi nodded. “Alright. Just don’t forget to share with us later what’s going on with our big boss.” Jili grinned. “Yeah, tell us if he’s starting a flower business or something, so we can help him promote it, since he’s been such a big help to us.” Zhan chuckled, shaking his head. “Sure,” he said with an easy smile before turning toward the stairs. As he reached the first floor, his steps slowed out of habit. Every morning, when the ceo wasn’t around, Zhan would head straight to the coffee room tucked near the executive offices before even setting down his bag. It had become a quiet routine, his own way of greeting the day and the man he worked for. He placed the bouquet gently on the counter and began to make coffee, the rich aroma of freshly ground beans mingling with the faint scent of the forget-me-nots. When he finished, he picked up the cup with one hand and carefully tucked the bouquet into the crook of his other arm. Balancing both, he walked down the quiet hall toward the CEO’s office. He knocked softly. “Come in,” came the low voice from inside. Zhan opened the door and stepped in, his smile polite but warm. “Good morning, sir,” he greeted, holding both the coffee and the bouquet in his hands. Wang Yibo looked up from behind his desk, the faintest hint of surprise flickering across his features when he saw the flowers. For a moment, something softened in his expression. Then, almost unconsciously, he smiled. “Good morning.” Zhan moved closer to set the coffee on the desk. His curiosity finally slipped through. “Sir… are you planning to start a flower business or something?” he asked lightly, half-joking. Yibo had just taken a sip of his own coffee and choked. Zhan’s eyes widened. “Sir!” He quickly moved behind him, patting his back in panic. “Are you okay?” Yibo coughed a few times, trying to catch his breath while waving a hand as if to say he was fine. But Zhan was already reaching for the glass of water on the side table. “Here, please… drink this.” Yibo accepted it, his face slightly flushed, a small cough escaping between short laughs. “I’m fine,” he managed, voice rougher than usual. “You can go back to your desk now.” Still looking worried, Zhan hesitated before nodding. “Alright, but… call me if you need anything, sir.” As the door closed behind him, the office fell quiet again. Yibo stayed in his wheelchair, leaning forward, eyes fixed on the door long after it had closed. His fingers curled slightly on the armrest, his heart thudding in a rhythm he hadn’t expected. The faint scent of the blue forget-me-nots lingered in the air, and for a moment, everything else the office, the papers, the hum of the air conditioning faded away. A faint, incredulous smile tugged at his lips. “Do I look like the owner of a flower shop?” he muttered to himself, still half amused, half dazed. Even alone, the image of Zhan the way he moved, the careful way he held the bouquet kept Yibo rooted in place, staring at the now-empty doorway, unable to look away. After a while the office was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning, but his thoughts were anything but quiet. Questions, memories, a strange ache he couldn’t name everything tangled together, knotting tightly in his chest. The world outside his office seemed distant, irrelevant, as if all that mattered had been contained in those few moments when Zhan had been there. Then his phone buzzed sharply on the desk beside him, cutting through the haze of his thoughts. He reached for it slowly, almost hesitating, and read the message: “Dad, don’t forget. Tomorrow night I’ll introduce my boyfriend to you.” The words were simple, ordinary but for a moment, Yibo’s chest tightened slightly. He couldn’t explain why, and he quickly shook his head, as if to dismiss it.
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こんにちは😃3連休でやっとまとめて読むことができます😅エピソードupをたくさんありがとうございます😊 イーボの粋な計らい😂ザンを目立たせないように(ある意味で目立ってしまったけど😂)社員全員に百合の花のプレゼント🎁不言実行ですね♪ 前回の食事会からあっという間に仕事になってました。このプロジェクトが順調に進んでい
2 days ago | 0
Sweet chapter, so warm…so Zhan is the little boy he knows from the past..uncle Yibo..and the parents must have died and disappeared from his …life…he must think, the boy died too but Zhan.. reminds him..suite but more now… the both are such a fitting pair..hopefully Jackson will screw up fast, so Zhan is free for Yibo to love and pursue and to find happiness with…and yibo the care, support and help to cure and make his legs work again..Zhan can do it, i am sure…
4 days ago | 7
YIZHAN forever together love you so much and support yizhan beautiful couple each other always best wishes misssss them awesome
4 days ago | 4
😂😂😂😂❤❤❤nos ainda estamos no 15 ele vai reviver cm certeza. Aqui poderia ter tido as lagrimas magicas que tem em algumas séries pra ele voltar com alguma magia dela 🎉😂❤🎉😂❤🎉😂❤como ❤️🔥 💚 ❤️🔥 💚 ❤️🔥 💚 ❤️🔥 interligad
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Oh, mother, the time is coming, he and Zhan are predestined, that's why when he heard Jackson introduce him to his boyfriend, he felt a pressure in his chest, because he was talking about the same person he is in love with, although he doesn't know it yet. Poor YiBo, how will he feel and what will he do when he sees that Zhan is his son's boyfriend? 🤔💚
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Yibo will keep his cool…let’s hope Zhan follow Yibos lead, cause Jackson has trash talked Yibo to Zhan…at least Zhan will see he lied about his father😵💫😑😶 Write on Ghostwriter 🥰🥰💜👬🏻
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तो वो समय आ ही गया जब तीनों आमने सामने होंगे,,,,,, मैं जानने के लिए उत्सुक हु आगे क्या होगा 🧐
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WHEN EYES REMEMBER 💚❤️
PART 46
The question caught Zhan completely off guard. His pen paused midair. He turned, unsure whether to laugh or look away. “That's... an unexpected question, sir."
Yibo's gaze didn't waver. "Maybe. But I'm curious how someone like you sees it."
Zhan's thoughts scattered, heart racing. His boss knew enough to tread carefully he knew Zhan had a boyfriend. Yet something in the way Yibo looked at him, something in that quiet, measured curiosity, unsettled him.
He cleared his throat, forcing a calmness he didn't truly feel. "I... I don't really look at age," he said finally, his tone careful but sincere. "I'm actually older than my boyfriend. What matters most to me isn't the number, but the person's character. Age can change, but character doesn't."
He smiled faintly, as if the words were simple truth but inside, they struck deeper than he wanted to admit. Because when he thought about character about patience, steadiness, and the kind of strength that made him feel safe rather than small his thoughts didn't go to Jackson. They went, unwillingly, to the man sitting across from him.
He tried to push the thought away, reminding himself of the line he could never cross. Whatever he felt however fleeting or confusing he still had a boyfriend. And he would never become the kind of person who betrayed trust, not after knowing what it felt like to be on the other side of it.
Still, the contrast gnawed at him. Jackson had youth, charm, and excitement but none of the quiet depth Yibo carried. None of that calm, commanding presence that made Zhan's heart both settle and race at once.
He lowered his gaze to the papers before him, hoping the neat lines of ink could steady the storm inside his chest. Whatever this is, it stays here, he told himself. I know my boundaries. Yet when he dared to glance up, Yibo was already watching him with that same unreadable calm, as if he saw more than Zhan wanted him to.
For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then, a faint smile ghosted across Yibo's lips something between amusement and understanding, quiet but disarming.
After that night, something between them shifted subtle, but undeniable. Their conversations became easier; the air no longer heavy with tension or hesitation. Sometimes, Zhan even dared to joke, and Yibo stoic as ever would allow the smallest, almost imperceptible smile.
Zhan never forgot his place. No matter how natural their exchanges became, he reminded himself that Yibo was still his boss an untouchable man in a world far removed from his own. That boundary was his shield. It had to be.
Weeks passed, and whispers began to ripple through the company. The sudden relocation of the CEO's office to the first floor drew curiosity. Why would Wang Yibo, known for his distance and authority, suddenly choose to work closer to the staff?
When Zhan learned about the sudden relocation of Yibo's office, Yibo's explanation was brief: "It's because of my condition." He didn't elaborate, leaving Zhan to puzzle over the practicalities.
To Zhan, he felt quietly grateful. With the office on the first floor, he didn't have to climb the stairs or face the elevator, which always unnerved him. Logical, considerate, and unexpectedly reassuring, the arrangement brought a subtle warmth to his chest.
Of course, the gossip didn't stop. Whispers followed him down hallways, curious glances flicked his way whenever Yibo called him in for meetings. Some said the young man from the Re-start project had caught the CEO's eye. Others murmured that he was the reason for the sudden office shift. Zhan tried his best to ignore them. He was used to being talked about but this time, the attention felt different, heavier.
Yibo, as always, paid no mind. He neither confirmed nor denied anything. His silence only made the rumors grow.
Still, life moved forward. The Re-start project progressed rapidly, and Yibo's visits to the site grew frequent. Sometimes, he arrived unannounced his sharp eyes assessing every detail but when they landed on Zhan, something in them softened. Not enough for words, but enough to be felt.
Whenever Zhan's friends, Ziyi and Jili, joined them, they somehow always ended up busy answering urgent calls, checking on site reports, or meeting suppliers. It left Zhan standing beside Yibo more often than not.
It didn't escape his notice. His brow would furrow, suspicion flickering, but he never confronted them. Maybe it was coincidence... or maybe they were giving him a space he didn't know he needed.
Either way, he said nothing. He simply continued his work unaware that every shared silence, every glance, and every careful word between them was slowly, quietly changing the rhythm of both their lives.
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The morning sun filtered through the tall glass walls of Wang's Corporation, casting golden reflections across the lobby floor. Employees moved briskly, the usual hum of chatter filling the air until, one by one, they began to notice something unusual.
Every desk. Every corner of the vast seventy-eight–floor building. Each place had a small bouquet of fresh flowers waiting.
"Is this... for us?" one of the junior staff whispered, picking up a delicate bunch of lilies. "I think so. The secretary said it was from the CEO herself."
A ripple of excitement spread. It was the first time Wang Yibo had ever done something like this. The man known for his cold efficiency and flawless control had, without warning, sent flowers to every employee and there were thousands of them.
The same flowers, yet each bouquet unique. Lilies.
No pattern, no explanation. Only beauty.
Meanwhile, when Xiao Zhan arrived, he paused at the entrance, surprised by the faint floral scent that lingered in the air. One of the assistants from the front desk approached him with a generous bouquet wrapped in pale paper.
"Good morning, Mr. Xiao. For you," she said with a smile. "From the CEO."
"From the CEO?" he echoed, a little confused. "What's the occasion?"
"None, as far as I know," she replied. "Everyone received one today."
Zhan nodded, murmuring his thanks. The bouquet overflowed with tiny blue blossoms delicate yet abundant their color glowing against the pale wrapping. He lifted it slightly, studying the petals. Forget-me-nots. Something about them tugged faintly at his chest. He didn't know why.
He smiled to himself. Maybe the CEO just wanted to lift everyone's spirits. As he made his way to the stairs, a few employees glanced his way. Their whispers followed softly.
"Look at that, his bouquet's different."
"Yeah, everyone else got the usual corporate arrangements, but his..."
"Those tiny blue flowers," someone murmured. "Forget-me-nots, right? I've seen them before."
"Same ones the secretary brings to the ceo's office every Monday," another whispered.
"Then maybe they're not just his favorite," someone said quietly. "Maybe they mean something."
Zhan turned slightly at the sound, curiosity flickering for a second, but he brushed it off. He didn't think much of gossip. Still, he caught himself looking once more at the flowers in his hand their blue petals glowing softly under the morning light. Before Zhan could head up the stairs, his two friends, Ziyi and Jili, each holding bouquets of lilies, caught him by the arm and pulled him along. They stopped midway on the steps, confusion written on their faces.
Zhan noticed the same thing. His brows furrowed as he glanced around at the others climbing the stairs. "What's going on? Why does everyone have flowers?" he asked, pausing as his gaze fell on the bouquet in his own hands.
"Is the CEO planning to start a flower business or something? Maybe this is some kind of promotion?" His voice carried a trace of curiosity that showed on his face.
Ziyi shook her head. "Even we don't know what's happening or why your flowers are different from ours."
Zhan shrugged lightly. "I don't know either. Not to mention... these are my favorite flowers."
"Right," Jili said, nodding as if remembering something. They exchanged puzzled looks, still wondering about the meaning behind the bouquets.
Zhan turned slightly at the sound of a few whispers nearby, curiosity flickering for a second, but he brushed it off. He didn't think much of gossip. Still, he caught himself glancing once more at the flowers in his hand their tiny blue petals glowing softly under the morning light.
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