Also, the next day when Yibo was sitting in the living room with Youn and Wooseok, still angry with Zhan, the three of them talked about Zhan again, so Youn asked him, "Couldn't it have been your brother's boyfriend? He is Zhan's brother after all, and he is also as rich as Zhan isn't he?"

Yibo shook his head. "That's where you're wrong. The only really rich one in the family is Zhan. And he earned that money from his own business. Although Yanli and Cheng also inherited money when their father died, but not so much money that they could give away millions."

"But isn't Cheng working under Zhan in the organization Zhan's father founded? Surely he makes a lot of money there?" Youn wanted to know.

"Yes, he does. But Cheng doesn't earn so much there that he can just give away millions of yuan. And he had used his inheritance to buy an expensive apartment in downtown Shanghai. When he is here in Beijing, he is always with my brother. And I know that Cheng said he and my brother are currently saving money to buy an apartment or a house here."

"I understand. But I'm of the opinion that Zhan didn't do it. Think about it. From the beginning he told you he wouldn't do anything you didn't want and always asked you if you agreed with this or that. I don't think he would get so abusive."

"I don't want to believe it either. But other than Zhan, I can't think of anyone else. Who else could just give away 20 million yuan? And who else has so much influence in the city to get my parents two well-paying jobs they're not actually qualified for?"

"Sure true, it all points to Zhan. But I just doubt it was him. After all, he would never do anything to upset you."

"Who else could it have been Youn? Who? I don't have an answer. Do you have an answer?"

"Why don't you talk to Zhan again?"

"What good would that do?"

"Maybe he can find out who's behind it. Did you read a name on the bank statement then? I mean, the money has to come from somewhere."

"There wasn't a name. It was a bank statement they got first. All that was on it was the balance in the account."

"I don't know Yibo. It all seems strange to me. Please call Zhan and ask him." Said Youn.

Yibo didn't feel like it, but thought it would be good to ask Zhan. So he tried to call him, but it only went to voicemail. He and Youn tried several more times that day, but only got the voicemail. And also when Yibo tried to call Yanli, the result was the same.

Since Yibo became more and more insecure, he even called his parents to get a description of the man who came to them. But their description was very vague and could fit Zhan, Cheng and as many other men. Likewise, they could not even tell him the man's name anymore. She said they only met him once, after all, and that's when he only briefly mentioned his name once. The money had also come from a numbered account and therefore there was no name on the bank statement there either.

There was even a moment when Yibo thought of Emily and her parents. Because they were surely still mad at him. But Yibo quickly dismissed the thought. Even if they still hated him, they would hardly give his parents 20 million yuan and two well-paid jobs. That would have nothing to do with revenge.

To make sure it wasn't Cheng, Yibo even called his brother and asked him if he knew if Cheng had been coming into a lot of money lately. But his brother didn't know because he hadn't seen Cheng for a couple of weeks and they didn't usually talk about money when they talked on the phone or saw each other.

Yibo made a question mark after Cheng's name in his mind, since his brother couldn't give him a definite answer. Emily and her parents, on the other hand, he brushed over in his mind. It definitely could not have been them. Yibo was absolutely sure of that. Because they would have been interested in revenge and not in helping Yibo's parents to a good life.

But since Yibo couldn't think of anyone else, no matter how hard he tried, he decided to write a message to Zhan on Monday night: "If it really wasn't you, can you help me find out who it was?"

After more than two hours, Yibo received a reply from Zhan: "No! I won't help you!" Yibo got goosebumps as he could feel Zhan's coldness even with this answer.

Since Zhan apparently had his cell phone on again, Yibo called him immediately, even though it was almost midnight. Zhan took the call by saying, "I already wrote to you, I'm not helping you."

"Zhan, please. If it wasn't you, please help me find out who really did it. I beg you." Yibo replied calmly. Youn immediately sat down next to him and listened in on the phone call.

"Why should I help someone who immediately insinuates something, doesn't even ask me if it was me, and doesn't trust me one bit?"

"I'm sorry Zhan."

"So what? What good does that do me?"

"Please don't be mad anymore okay?"

"I'm pissed and I'm going to stay that way Yibo. I don't feel like being childish and playing any games. No matter how much I love you, I can't forgive you for this. You just insinuated something like that to me without checking the facts."

"Because you're the only one I can think of when it comes to being able to give away 20 million yuan and place my parents in good jobs even without proper qualifications."

"But just because I could, doesn't mean I do or have done that. Even for me, 20 million yuan is a lot of money. And if I place someone in well-paying jobs, then only someone who has the appropriate qualifications to show for it. You know me by now and you know that I don't make rash decisions. Especially when it comes to money or work. Even if I'm nice as a private person, that doesn't mean I'm like that to everyone!"

"Zhan I..."

"Yibo, it's late and I want to sleep. Settle your problems yourself. I will order your things to be packed and brought to you."

"Do you really want it to end like this with us?"

"I wasn't talking about the end. But I think it's better we separate physically and think about whether our relationship still has a future. Because what do I want with a boyfriend who doesn't trust me?"

"I'm sorry Zhan. Really."

"That may be so. But it doesn't change the fact that you don't trust me. If you had asked me normally if it was me, I would have told you it wasn't me and gladly helped you find out who was behind it all. But the way you treated me, the way you immediately insinuated that it was me and that I was lying to you, deceiving you. Mhhh, no, you don't get my help that way."

"But I..." Sobbed Yibo.

"No, no buts. And your tears don't soften me! I'm not some stupid little boy you can do whatever you want with. Now ciao!" Said Zhan and hung up.

Yibo looked speechlessly at the screen of his cell phone, where the picture he once took of that heart-shaped hickey on his chest still served as the background. He was speechless and tears were streaming from his eyes. Youn wrapped him in his arms and Yibo began to cry bitterly. Wooseok left the two alone and went into his and Youn's bedroom.

Wooseok sat down on the bed and took Youn's cell phone from the nightstand. He wrote a message to Zhan on it, "Hi Wooseok here. Please, can't you forgive Yibo? He is really very desperate." He saw that Zhan read the message, but Zhan did not write back.

Since that night, there was silence between Zhan and Yibo. Yibo did write Zhan several more messages saying how sorry he was, but not a single message was answered by Zhan. What was worse was when on Wednesday Lana came with two of Zhan's men and brought Yibo his suitcases.

Lana hugged Yibo and whispered in his ear, "Give Zhan some time and then try to talk to him again. Maybe you can solve your problems then."

"I don't think he'll forgive me." Yibo replied in despair.

"Just give him some time." Said Lana and then said goodbye to Yibo.

The days came and went, but Yibo received no messages from Zhan, no phone calls. Nothing. And with each passing day, Yibo felt worse. He missed Zhan, he was heartbroken, and even dancing was no longer fun for him. He didn't even go to the dance academy and lay in his bed crying most of the time.

For the first time, he could put himself in Emily's shoes and how she had felt. Because he would love to go to Zhan too and force him to listen to him, forgive him and take him back. He felt the desire to just go crazy growing inside him with each passing day. But unlike Emily, Yibo didn't let the feeling run wild.

Since Youn did not know what to do and was increasingly worried about Yibo's physical and mental health, since Yibo hardly ate, cried a lot and slept little, he suggested Yibo to go to the country hotel, where he had already been once after the separation from Emily, to recover there. At that time, this week at the country hotel had done Yibo a lot of good and had even inspired him to develop a choreography.

Although Yibo had no desire to spend a week in the country hotel, but thought it was a good idea to get a little distance from everything. So he booked a room there the same day, the same one he had last time, and went there the next day.

Youn used the time of Yibo's absence to visit Zhan at home and talk to him. He hoped to persuade Zhan to talk to Yibo and reconcile with him. But as it turned out, Zhan wasn't in town at all, but in Shanghai with his brother to get some distance from everything on his part.

Thanks to Lana, however, Youn learned that Zhan wasn't doing well either and couldn't stand it at home without Yibo either, so he traveled to his brother to spend time with him. But through Lana, he also learned that Zhan was very well investigating who was giving Yibo's parents so much money and getting them the jobs.

Youn promised Lana not to reveal anything. Instead, the two agreed to somehow bring Zhan and Yibo together in one place so they could talk it out. Now the only question was when and how to do it.

For that, though, Youn already had an idea: "What if we bring them together where it all started?"

"Where is that?" Lana wanted to know.

"At this one club. That's where they first became intimate with each other. We need to take them there and bring them together there."

"I don't think a club is so great right now. How are they going to be able to talk there?"

"Well, it's enough for now if they just see each other. Believe me, as much as they love each other, it won't leave them cold."

"Well, maybe that could even work. But then how do we get them to talk to each other?"

"I think that will happen automatically. They can't do without each other. If it were otherwise, they wouldn't suffer so much."

"Mn. Then I'll give you my cell phone number. And once they're both back, together we'll find a way to lure them to the club. Because without Yibo, Zhan won't go out anymore. But I think I already have a solution for that. But until something is fixed, I'll keep it to myself for now."

"Okay, all right." Replied Youn. They exchanged cell phone numbers and Youn drove home with a smile. No matter how, he just has to get them back together!