I can't say sorry for my late update while next I repeat. I have few issues to work on them right now and most of them need my phone for data usage. I couldn't type a story nor read for now because for the whole day my free time will use it to rest. And with this peaceful chance of mine, made another update.

Welcome......

An evil is an evil.
There is neither Evil nor Good in life...

Looking very neat in his tux, Zhan was just dispassionate and more deadpanned eyeing his reflection through the wardrobe attached mirror. Yibo too came from shower. Drying his hairs caught the grilling gaze of Zhan to his own reflection.

Gege~ yibo thrilled in discomposure and slowly he reached Zhan making him slowly sit looking directly at his eyes. Maybe to find something that's bothering the brother.

"Something wrong? Thinking negativities? It's just meeting your father." Zhan who is just looking at him. "Aiya old man!~ do you see yourself? You look zoned. So please....

"I don't know yibo, it's just that...I don't like father. Ever since he treated me like a nobody but as a foster son. I can't bring myself together, I hate him to the core that don't know why is it to this extent, Babble~ I hate him." The last sentence was very acrimonious more gruffy.

"Let me see..." Nearing his face yibo scanned and a quick peck wet Zhan's lips him wide them a bit. "What! Listen, Xiang Zhan ge is going to meet his father so, dear lord, lead this old man safe and sound to his destination. No harm or emotion overcome his current situation. Aaa-Amen." Hugging him. "Everything is going to be fine. Sunday are to be snny-days and not thunder filled one." Cutting the hug yibo turns to the wardrobe.

"Take care." Came zhan's voice leaving the room.

They call it a white house, palace or... Yeah. The huge steel gate decorated lovingly opened, driving over the silent but greeny road, surveillance cameras on each tower about ten centimeters. Nothing can be seen sideways but only beautiful trees. It looked clean and breathtaking.

Near and almost to chimera! A huge white house with a dark blue clay bricks decorating the roof of it. Infront is an astounding garden with a simple water fountain displaying itself. There are also flags of different countries too! China, USA, India, Japan, Korea and Thailand.

"I never wanted to come here since the first." Speaks Cheng whining.

"Son. It's okay. Not gonna be that long? Is it?" Assures Minister's wife, Mrs Jiang.

"Okay." They reached a huge and well designed dinning room, to be met with other known faces to them. "Xiang Zhan!" Exclaimed Cheng.

"Oh! Standing up. "Good morning Vice president and Vice's wife." Bows Zhan respectfully while Cheng did the same too.

"Mom, he is Mrs Xiang's son." Whispers Cheng. "You remember him?"

"Yes. But...

"I know what you are about to ask, but, his mother died the day after we spent over the camp." He says Finally taking a seat beside her while she gasped inwardly.

In few more minutes the huge and not so filled dinning room was having two ministers and a vice president each with their families.

"Was Wondering that, if I come here then people's mouths won't be sealed longer." Came a very not so manly voice, it was very low despite the man's shout. Smiling all the ones occupying the table stood and bowed to the man inside his white suit accompanied by black inner sleeve him too did the same after

'The hero of our country. Good morning."

"Have a seat." Gesturing them to sit, now his eyes wondered to everyone. Until it stopped over Zhan then he looked at the other side to see prime minister (Mr Xiang) with a very new woman to almost all the guests in there. "Who's Minister here do you belong to?"

"Was wondering too. Wang.(president. His name's is Wang Han. He is in his third year of ruling in five years. He has a son and also a wife who currently traveled to another region for education issues. She is a Minister of education.)" Presented one of the Minister.

"She is my wife, president." The answer of Mr Xiang made Zhan jerk his eyes towards his so called father then to the woman beside him.

'What's this?'

"Oh!" Reflecting his gaze towards Zhan and he saw something really... Pain~ Hurt~.

Soon, well occupied house agents one by one had expensive bowls of various foods for breakfast. And after the short time each other made a feast to their satisfaction. But it seemed like not all of them had any intentions of eating the so called food.

"I'm leaving." Came the voice from Zhan. Standing up without waiting for any other issue he just left. But a pair of eyes were sending him away.

"What are you doing here?" Comes the voice from no other than Haoxuan who met each other on the way. "Do you also guard someone!" Smirking while Su she was just looking at Zhan and in a minute he held Haoxuan's hand.

"Don't." A commanding voice from Su she, his bodyguard thought to why this man had grew a lot of balls to threaten him with his bulky voice!

"When did we become this intimidated?"  Snickering snatching his arm away looking at the stilled Zhan then like he was waiting for an approval slowly he took his leave towards his car making the two shocked.

"Zhan!" It was Mr Xiang's call that made the two look at him. "Son, you stop right there!" And like it did something, Zhan stopped but didn't stare back. "You have to get along well with her. No matter that she isn't your mother. Need to get along." And that's when Haoxuan whispered something to Su she who denied in an instant. Hearing the car roaring it was Zhan taking an accelerator like his driving toy. (No bad thought here🤪.)

"Yibo, you know he is a very humble guy but with his difficulties like anybody in this world. It's like thanks you came to ask for help to a right person. Though I'm not a God but at least I'll try to help." Looking at Yibo smiling while stretching her legs which are wide apart. "If you ask me here about anyone, will describe anything, Because I can read you people. Can see through you what's your thinking's, behavior, expression on someone-

"Are you a psychiatrist? Or...

"I was a psychiatrist to a psychologist. Talk and do behavioral therapy. So, to me Zhan is like an open case submitted on my table to work on it." Smiling at Yibo. "The advice you asked from me, it concerns Zhan right?" Asks Lulu. "Aiya!! This is the right time." Crossing her legs.

"Why?" Asks yibo too sitting down.

"So you mean.... Gender isn't an issue to you?" Looking at Yibo. "You admire him or don't you? Did you give up? To who?..

"Sister!! Sister....yeah. I like him and never gave up on him and it's because I know he needs time to adjust." Looking a little sad.

"In order for the crops to grow more than healthy and have good benefit after harvesting a great care was needed over them as well as patience. That's the same with you, in order to have Zhan alone give him time but too don't forget that you need to have him for your life, right?" And yibo smiles nodding. "Okay!! Sit on my legs I want to stretch my back." Laying the floor, yibo does opposite by placing his two palms on her legs smiling.

"I'm heavy." That's enough for her to smile back.

Quaffing another glass of a strong liquor, there are two finished bottles of Golden grain while the one with the content is vodka, far from people that's where he is seated. Alone. Because no one can he share the pain with. Seems like his mind guessed what his thoughts are and with vulgar expression his hands caught a bottle of vodka flowing it's bitter-burning content inside his mouth.

"Handsome guy, huh..." Came a girl's voice dropping beside Zhan. Her hands had already started scanning his body. Rubbing each and every inch.

"Hands off." Pushing away the woman. "I didn't pay for any body clasping here or any copulation." His voice is very drunk but his mind is as stable as always.

"Hard and sexy. I love straight guys like you, the room is ready hope you be harsh even when riding me." Taking a glass of drink chunking it all.

"I said. I don't need any piece of ass from you!!"In an instant the bottle was held breaking it on the table holding the remaining peace on his hand. "Leave." Zhan looks scarier than anything in this world. If it's a stray dog, anyone around it there will be no life after second. "Leave before I kill you!!!" And the broken glass reaches his thighs scratching the fabric. "Leave... before I lose it." Formally it came as a whisper but the woman left while the ones who where a bit near stayed alerted, not forgetting to call the owner.