"I'll hold onto you, my sweetheart…"
Yuhan and Li Hao voice disappeared in the air as they sang together in the back of the truck, laughing as the wind brushed against their faces. They held on to each other, harmonizing badly but too happy to care.
Within a few minutes, the truck slowed to a stop in front of a tall, glass building. Both of them stepped out, jaws slightly open.
"Wow…" Li Hao breathed.
Yuhan nodded, eyes widening at the sight. The building towered over them — sleek, modern, and breathtaking.
Li Hao covered his mouth as he gripped yuhan shirt by the chest, "are you sure we aren't in heaven,"
Yuhan laughed and brushed his hands off his chest when he saw that li Hao kept squeezing it. He quickly dialed Mrs. Chen Xi.
"We just arrived," he said.
"Good," she replied. "Head inside. The receptionist already has your details. They'll take care of you."
He hung up and exchanged a grin with Li Hao. They told the truck driver to wait while they went in to confirm their room.
Inside, the lobby gleamed with marble and gold accents. The receptionist greeted them politely — almost too politely.
"Welcome, Mr. Yuhan. You're expected," she said with a bow before handing them two keycards. "VIP clearance."
Yuhan blinked. "VIP?"
"That's what the note says," she smiled.
Once they got their keys and directions, they went back outside to bring in their things.
Yuhan's POV
Yuhan balanced the stack of boxes in his arms, barely seeing what was in front of him.
"Li Hao, get the small one, this thing is heavy!" he puffed.
As he stepped back into the building, someone brushed past him, the faint scent of expensive cologne trailing behind and for some reason it lingered.
"What are you saying, Mother? How could you do that?" the stranger's voice snapped through a phone call.
Yuhan frowned, recognizing the tone but too distracted to look. Li Hao called for him again, and he hurried toward the elevator, wobbling under the weight.
He quickly pressed the button with his elbow to prevent it from closing, the boxes nearly tilting over. The elevator door opened, and from the corner of his eye, he saw someone already inside.
"Could you hold the door, please?" he asked, his voice slightly trembling as the boxes shifted dangerously.
The person didn't move.
The doors began to close. Yuhan stumbled forward
"Hey—!"
His boxes tumbled to the floor with a thud, papers scattering. As he bent down to pick them up, he caught a quick glimpse — a sharp face, cold eyes, and a familiar smirk just before the elevator sealed off.
Chen Zixuan.
Zixuan's POV
Zixuan had just finished a call with his mother when he slid into the elevator.
"Anyway, it's finalized," Chen Xi said. "He's coming to live there. He's your assistant, after all—the closer, the better."
Zixuan sighed quietly. "Of course," he muttered before the call ended.
He slipped his phone into his pocket and looked up half surprised that the elevator opened again only to see a familiar face behind a wall of boxes, wobbling clumsily toward him.
Yuhan.
Zixuan leaned against the elevator wall, expression unreadable. He had already seen him coming long before.
"Could you hold the door, please?" Yuhan's muffled voice came through the stack of boxes.
Zixuan's hand twitched—hovered over the 'Open' button for a moment, then pressed 'Close.'
The door slid shut smoothly, the reflection of Yuhan's startled face flashing on the mirrored surface.
Zixuan's lips curved into the faintest smirk.
So it's really him.
The elevator hummed upward. He slipped one hand into his pocket again, as if nothing had happened.