"I have cancer, Zhanzhan, and it's terminal." She suddenly looked 10 years older, and tired.

Xiao Zhan is speechless. "But..how? When?"

"I found out last year. Breast cancer stage 3."

"Last year!! Did you tell Mingjue about this? Have you done anything about it?"

"No, I did not tell Mingjue about it. I don't want him to see me like this. You're the only one I trust right now, Zhanzhan. Please?" 

Xiao Zhan's head whirling around, tried to find some sense in the words that came out from Ziyi's mouth. Breast cancer stage 3?

"Is it curable? Have you done chemo?"

"It is curable, with operation and a lot of chemo. But I'm really scared right now. That's why I want you to go to France with me, I heard the treatment there is best." Ziyi grabbed Xiao Zhan in a desperate manner now. "Please, Zhanzhan," she looked at him in the eye, "Moreover, I also need you to take over my job as a Chef in Savoy."

Damn Ziyi. She really knew how to push his buttons.

"Ziyi, you literally gone for three years, left me at the altar, and now you wanted me to go with you? To France? And Savoy of all places?" He shook his head and sit on the chair, feeling exhausted.

"You know it's not fair, right, I used to love you, then you left me. Now I've moved on with my life, and you came back to throw me off balance again. Why me? Why not Mingjue? I'm just a small fish compared to him."

She's quiet now, not answering him. 

-----

The next day came, and the movie crew prepared their equipments on the studio, but he couldn't find Yibo. He was just about to ask, when he saw the man, sauntered into the apartment, looking tired, aloof and unapproachable. So different from the other night, when he looked so soft and happy and sexy. Now he doesn't even look at Xiao Zhan.

Xiao Zhan sighed, he needs to talk to him, preferably alone. But now, he had to do his job.

He knew Yibo loved noodles. He loved slurping it until the last morsel, and that's how he got an idea of how to make Yibo talked to him. He made preparation, before they start filming. 

They're both standing side by side behind the island, and Xiao Zhan told Yibo to mix the meat filling for the dumpling, while he prepared the skins. Yibo only nodded stifly and started to mix the meat. Xiao Zhan already prepared the dough for both the skin and the noodles, so he prepared the skin, and gave it to Yibo.

"Here, let me show you how to wrap the dumpling." Xiao Zhan purposedly enveloped Yibo's hand by showing him, intimately, how to wrap. Yibo stared at him incredulously, as if knowing why he did this thing, but at least he was distracted enough to not noticing the wrapper.

"Why is this red?"

Well, that went well for 5 seconds.

"I added red dragonfruit juice, you can also add spinach juice, or whatever fruit/veggies that you like to make it colorful like this."

He kept his mentor's voice going, and left Yibo to finish wrapping by himself while he prepared his surprise.

"Xiao Laoshi, I'm done, what should we do ne..." he turned around to find Xiao Zhan's already prepared the table, and there's a full meal of noodles and dumplings and broth. He looked at the meal closer, then looked at Xiao Zhan.

"Everything's pink."

Yibo looked at Xiao Zhan, still unreadable.

"You know I hate pink."

Oh God, this took an entirely different direction than what I've planned.

But Yibo still looked at him, eyes twinkling now.

"Xiao Laoshi, did you make all this just for me?" He tilted his head.

"Yes? But if you don't like it, it's fine, I will give it to someone else..." he made a motion to take the bowl, but Yibo grabbed his hand.

"You made pink flower dumpling. When?"

"Just before we begin filming."

"Yet, you told me to make it, and even taught me in details. Why?"

"I... I wanted to surprise you, but since you hate pink...sorry." he looked down to his feet, but he felt Yibo's face was coming closer. His lips, hovered near Xiao Zhan, made him blushing hard, and then he heard him whispered...

"I think I like pink now." 

-----
 

Almost halfway into filming, Xiao Zhan had some ideas about what's really going on inside the head of one Wang Yibo. He's one spoiled brat. He had endless supply of geges to take care of him, yet, he clung to Xiao Zhan like a puppy. And Xiao Zhan being Xiao Zhan, spoiled him to the max. Who could reject Wang Yibo? Not Xiao Zhan.

Right after the pink dumpling incident, Yibo disappeared, making Xiao Zhan wonder if he's still angry. Only to find him knocking on his door not 2 hours later. With a luggage.

"So, I guess I will spend time here, as planned." He grinned. "Unless you had another fiancee lying around somewhere here that I should know about."

"EX fiancee, and no, I only have one ex and it's enough. You sure you're not going to run away again? I don't think I can handle a 3 years old kid right now." Xiao Zhan looked at him, twinkle in his eyes. But Yibo only shrugged.

"I want to eat your pink dumplings and pink noodles again."

Xiao Zhan nodded and went to the kitchen to prepare the food, while Yibo went upstairs to take a shower.
 

"You know, ge, you should open your own restaurant, I never had dumpling and noodles as good as yours. I will be your first customer!"

"Don't you think it's a bit biased coming from you?" Xiao Zhan laugh. "Actually, I had this lifelong dream of opening a small little cafe, somewhere in Europe, maybe? It had to have a large field, to grow my own vegetables, and everything I cook is fresh from the garden. And after I close shop, I will sit back and relax, and enjoy the rest of my day with a good book, hot chocolate, and a cat." He looked to Yibo dreamily. 

"Only cat? Book? No significant other?"

"Why? You want to offer yourself?"

Yibo stopped eating, and looked at him seriously. 

"Only if you want me to."

Oh. OH.
 
 
That night, Xiao Zhan slept soundlessly, he didn't even stir when Yibo came to his room, sat on his bed, and looked at him fondly for a long time, before he gave him a kiss on his forehead.

"I really really like you, ge, I will do everything in my power, to make you happy. I know I can't give you the whole world, but I can give you my whole world..."
 
-----

Then it all happened so suddenly.

The filming is wrapped on schedule, and Yibo had to leave for Hengdian for the next 3-4 month, but he promised Xiao Zhan to call and visit when he had breaks. He kissed Xiao Zhan tenderly, and left.

Xiao Zhan spent the next few days filming for his own online course, and just about to leave for his monthly shopping, when the call came.

"Xiao Zhan? This is Luo QingYang, Ms. Meng's assistant."

Xiao Zhan frowned. "Yes? May I help you?"

"I'm calling you to inform that Ms. Meng is in coma right now, and before that, she told me to contact you, as her fiancee, to sign the documents needed to bring her to France right away. There's a car already waiting for you in front of your apartment, please hurry.." her voice faltered at the end.

Xiao Zhan looked at the phone. What the hell just happened? He peeked at the window, and there's a car waiting in front of his door. And then the doorbells ringing. He opened it to a man in driver's uniform.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Xiao, I'm Ms. Meng's chaffeur, and I'm here to pick you up, may I have your bag?"

"I...I haven't packed anything yet...this is all so sudden..."

"In that case, just leave it, we could buy everything you need on the way. Please, Mr. Xiao." He half dragged half carried Xiao Zhan to the car.

Xiao Zhan felt panic rising in his throat.

I have to let Yibo know, he will be confused if I just leave like this.

He dialed Yibo's number, but there's no answer. After a few more tries, he left a voicemail.
 
'Yibo? It's Xiao Zhan, I.. I have something that I have to do to help a friend in need, I will contact you as soon as possible with details, please don't worry, I'm okay. Take care of yourself, hope to talk to you soon. Don't forget to eat!'
 
 

 
They got to the hospital in record time, and Xiao Zhan signed every documents that were needed to get Ziyi to France. Then the driver whisked Xiao Zhan straight to the airport, where there's a private jet already waiting.

"Mr. Xiao? I'm Luo QingYang, you may call me Mianmian, come, right this way, we'll be flying soon." She grabbed his arm and dragged him to the airstairs, and not a minute later, the plane is already in the air.

-----

Yibo was on his break when he listened to Xiao Zhan's voice mail. He frowned, and tried to call him back but before he did, his phone's ringing. He looked at the number. It's not the ones that he recognized, but he picked it up anyway.

"Yes?"

"Is this Wang Yibo?"

"Yes, this is he."

"OHMYGOD IT'S REALLY HIM! WANG YIBO! IT'S ME YOUR BIGGEST FAN!!!"

He frowned at the hysterical screaming on the other side.

"How did you get this number?"

"Ah, we bought it on the net, someone's been selling a lot of famous people's number, but yours is the most popular!!"

He clicked off the phone. But then it rings, and rings, and rings nonstop, until he turned it off.

And for the next few days, he dealt with the mess of changing numbers, and it infuriated him, especially after the fans found out where he's staying, and stood in front of his car, delaying his schedule, even almost hit his bodyguard with their car. 

He's almost out of his mind, especially since he can't contact Xiao Zhan.

Then one day, he sneaked out from the filming location, not telling anyone because he didn't want to be followed, jumped on the plane and went to Xiao Zhan's apartment... only to find Xuan Lu there.

"Lu jie, where's Xiao Zhan?"

"Yibo! Ah, I have the same question actually, he left few days ago without telling anyone, and now his phone's off. He didn't even bring his travelling luggage with him." Xuan Lu looked scared now. "I wonder...if there's something happened to him? Should we call the police?"

"He left me a voicemail few days ago, he said he had to go somewhere to take care of a friend, but then he said he will contact me again with details....shit!" 

"What is it, Yibo?"

"I forgot, few days ago I had my number's leaked on the net, and I had to change my number, maybe Xiao Zhan left message or voicemail there and I don't even know how to reach him to tell him my new number!" He sat on the sofa, devastated. "What are we supposed to do now?"