"You don't need to worry about my face," chuckled Wang Chao as he
started up the stairs. When he ca to the sa step as Zhou Jun
Jie, he leaned down to whisper into the shorter man's ear. "And you
don't need to worry about your fiancé. I'll take good care of her, I
promise."
Continuing on up the stairs, Wang Chao couldn't help but smile.
Pissing off Zhou Jun Jie was always the highlight of his day. Nice to
know that so things didn't change. He could feel the other man
staring daggers into his back, but it really didn't bother him.
After all, as far as he was concerned, he had Li Dai Lu; he was
already winning at life.
"I don't know how well my sister will take to you having a mistress,"
called Zhou Jun Jie. "And I will never accept your leftovers."
Wang Chao turned around on the first landing and looked down at
the man in front of him. "I have rejected your sister so many tis
that if she keeps persisting, it will only make her look like the
pathetic, desperate woman she really is. I suggest you leash her
before she does sothing to ruin your na."
"You know she is a healer, right?" scoffed Zhou Jun Jie. "She has
n falling over themselves to get her attention. I don't know why
she has set her sights on you."
"Not even being a healer would make her more desirable, and for
those n falling over themselves? The best of luck to them. I want
nothing to do with her," shrugged Wang Chao, not really caring.
"You are engaged to her; you have no choice in the matter," replied
Zhou Jun Jie.
"Ah, how desperate the whole family is to attach themselves to my
thigh," chuckled Wang Chao. "By all ans, keep insisting; we will
see how long you live after."
Turning back around, no longer caring about the man he once
considered to be his toughest competition, Wang Chao continued
his journey to the top floor. Because why wouldn't the fucker be at
the very top of the building?
----
By the ti Wang Chao reached the 42nd floor, he was more than a
little done with stairs. While he continued to look the sa, not a
hair out of place or a drop of sweat to wipe away, he was still
cranky.
He pounded on the only door on the floor and waited until the
bastard ca to open it.
After waiting two minutes, Wang Chao had enough and let himself
into the condo. Looking around the space, he would have to admit;
he was impressed. It was very much the typical white layout that
the upper crust seed to prefer. But like Li Dai Lu pointed out, it
was only because they didn't have to clean it themselves.
However, the place was absolutely immaculate. Not a trace of dust
could be found anywhere. But then again, what did he expect from
one of the best surgeons in the world?
Entering the kitchen, he searched through the cupboards for
"You want to tell what the fuck you are doing in my house?"
ca a disgruntled voice from the doorway. Wang Chao turned
sothing to eat. He was really starting to miss Chen Zi Han's
cooking, that was for sure. Finding a bag of chips, Wang Chao
walked over to the black leather couch and made himself at ho.
----
"You want to tell what the fuck you are doing in my house?"
ca a disgruntled voice from the doorway. Wang Chao turned
around from where he was in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows
and looked at the man by the front door.
"Took you long enough," scoffed Wang Chao with a smirk. He held
up the empty bag of chips and waved it back and forth. "You are out
of food. Might want to go get so more."
"You are an asshole," grumbled the man as he took off his outdoor
shoes, put on his slippers, and walked into the kitchen. "But it is
nice to see you alive."
Wang Chao laughed and followed the other man. "What? Did you
really think that a zombie apocalypse could stop ?"
The man turned around and leaned against the counter, his eyes
narrowing on Wang Chao. "Are there really zombies?"
"You're not serious, right?" asked Wang Chao with a look of
confusion on his face. "Don't you know what is going on outside of
the city?"
"No," replied the other man with a shrug. "Only that on the other
side of the barrier isn't safe, and we shouldn't approach it."
"Huh," said Wang Chao, wishing that he had sothing hard to
drink right about now. "And, of course, there is no news available
from the outside world."
"There is no news available, period. But I am going to guess that you
are not here to shoot the shit. What do you want?" asked the man
whose house it was. He walked over to one of the chairs in the
living room and sat down.
"I hear voices in my head. Do you happen to have any dications
for that?" smirked Wang Chao as he sat back down on the couch.
"What?!" demanded his friend, a look of concern falling over his
face.
"Voices. In my head. I need them to shut up, and I was pretty sure
that there should be so dications to help with that," said
Wang Chao, his smile never wavering. "At least until I figure out how
to kill it."
"I think I am going to need a few more details," sighed the other
man as he leaned back in the chair and sipped from his glass of
water.
"Nope," shrugged Wang Chao. "It's one of those need-to-know
things, and you, my dear Bin An Sha, don't need to know."
"You know, I might be a surgeon, but that doesn't an that I have
forgotten how to extract information from an unwilling subject,"
said Bin An Sha, dropping the mask of civility from his face, a cold
aura flowing out of him.
"Good luck with that one," laughed Wang Chao. "My wife is a lot
scarier without her coffee than you have ever been, my dear
assassin."
"Wife? When did you get married?" asked Bin An Sha, confused.
"Long story. The ds, please."
"Long story? We have all the ti in the world," replied Bin An Sha
as he got comfortable in his chair.
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