The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Twenty-Nine

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-Bishounenhow111

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"And your grandma..."

My grandmother...A black fiery wings with feathers of nonidentical emotions swathed my untraceable concatenation of thoughts and rekindled it onto cloud of dust, I sobbed.

My teeth were digging so deep onto my lips and I am self-assured I drew blood. It was almost as if I heeded the pieces of my heart fell on the tiles and when it clouted the ground, it morphed onto blood and splattered there daubing it with tones of crimson and burgundy.

"Zoey, what did you do?" I hiccupped, catching the speckles of breaths I could save from my wilting physique. "You told grandma about Yibo and I?" My indubitable jumpiness and puny potential to comprehend bludgeoned altogether. I couldn't withdraw myself from crying, the skin that bordered my eyes began to ache but the tears swell up dripping on my arms.

"No." Her short respond was suspicious. After sending me those pictures and articles about Yibo and I, she fared to act innocent.

I raised myself up and zeroed in to her vibrant irises. "Then why is she here with dad? Tell me the truth. How did she know?"

I had a hunch that the email from my father was a cautionary message regarding the unforeseen visit of grandma to see me personally or to make it simpler, reprimand me from doing what she think wasn't right, a scandal that could extirpate their names. She was my grandmother in my paternal side, the person I didn't have the nerve to oppose or disobey. We only met twice; from that time my dad signed the legalization papers' claiming me as his son after I turned eight and the other was when she explained to me the details about my role in their family, I am only thirteen at that time. Her words were unobstructed and it embossed on the inmost of my humanity...

"The Xiao's descend from a historic, noble lineage, we have advanced the trade and industry as a group of most effective CEO's of our companies and have grit to pressure our competitors to bow down to us. We are inexorable. Today as well, with the airlines, airfreights and cosmetics as our cores, we are the leaders among these businesses. In choosing a successor of your father's corporation, keeping yourself healthy with cool, calm and collected, competent mind and irrefragable body is an accomplishment that your cousins have achieved, even though it's your dad's company I wouldn't hesitate to ask him to give it to someone else if you fail me. Remember that when you are a Xiao, you should appear like one but you must know it will take more of that to gratify me and receive you as one of my grandsons. Don't ever disappoint me..."

Since then, I'd been acting vigilant and guarded, I tried to be perfect, undamaged, untainted and prodigious because in my mind the hate grandma harbored towards me could developed; deepened into something worse, the cause of my unspeakable withdrawal from the 'family'...from their family. A safeguarded circle I am not welcome to enter. She didn't allow me to call her 'Nai Nai' because it was too informal or 'Zu Mu' but 'Grandma', an English term which had no meaning to her. I am not a grandson to her eyes but a drifter entreating her to accept me as one of Xiao's grandchildren. Before father, the only person that showed me love was 'Lao Lao', a grandmother in my maternal side who died with malignant brain tumor, I grew up with her in a farm house in Chongqing, China. When I lost her, I lost my home and through Yibo I found it again...however I flee.

"Zoey, how did my grandma know?" I caterwauled.

"Who wouldn't, Zhan? The news about you and that superstar expanse like infectious disease. To see if it's true she had someone shadow you; the man took evidences to verify your screwy bond with Yibo and presented it to her.." She brushed a strand of my hair out from my forehead. "You live your life trying to prove you are creditable to be a part of the Xiao's household and for that idol, you sacrifice everything...Do you really think that he'll do the same to you? No one can protect you from your grandma, Zhan. Not even your dad. Whatever you do, no matter how irreproachable it was; you can't satisfy her and what you did with Yibo added more gasoline to the recalcitrant fire! You forget about it? Your grandma loathed you because you are the child of somebody she didn't want for her son!!! Your father was originally engaged to my mom, they were arranged to be together but then your mother came to the wondrous portrait that has already been placed in a frame and ruined it all. She painted herself there!!! Your dad left my mom and rendezvoused with your slut and minx of a mother!!! And when she died, your Lao Lao took the obligation to take care of you and in your eight birthday your dad revealed himself, a man who doesn't know he got a son..."

My eyebrows twitched at her verbalism and transposed into a frown.

"Zhan, don't do this to yourself..." She embraced me as her parka drought my drizzling eyes, I didn't feel the kindness she wanted to invoke but the iceberg in her dark tone, "Don't expect Yibo to forgive you because he won't do that. He doesn't like or love you, Zhan. Nobody will understand a person with-"

"Zoey don't." I disjointed myself from her and backed a few strides.

She disrespects my mom's dignity and now she'll include my disorder to this...How insensitive of her...Pachydermatous...

"You opened up to him and he judged you without learning why you did certain things that cause him to hate you...He is an asshole." She added disparagingly.

"He is not. He will understand if I tell him." Not a surefire if I could do that but it was the doom I am willing to undergo. "Yibo...loves me..."

"Oh please stop that pathetic lines of yours Xiao Zhan, Yibo won't sympathize with you! You have bipolar disorder! You can't be with him! You are a human bomb! A dangerous explosive that shift from green to red, in one second you'd love him and the next you'd hate him, you have extreme mood swings, periods of impatience, threads of aggression, irrepressible irritability, making reckless or irresponsible conclusions, engaged in risky behavior and it was a trouble for you to make decisions concerning your happiness or things that really matters, that's who you truly are Zhan." She sneered in derisive fury.

"At the age of thirteen you had been diagnosed with that sickness, you repelled from the doctors, psychologists and medical professionals' treatments and their other methods. You relentlessly fought with your father about it for a year. Whenever he was out of the country and left you alone with the butlers and maids, you locked yourself up under your mansion's basement and starved your body for one week in your depression phase and whipped your back with leather lash and bashed your head on walls if you were having your manic/mania phase thinking it would cure you. You treated yourself like an animal. You became violent as time went by and the thoughts of suicide increased in you." Zoey shot me a disdainful stare.

"You once punched a glass window and the broken bits of it...you pierced yourself repeatedly, in your arms and legs...anesthetizing that pain of jealousy you felt whenever you see 'normal' children chirpily playing in your courtyard, you were isolated from other people because of your behavior, you were homeschooled from elementary until high school and never had friends..."

She knew everything since I recited that to her like an apocalyptic hieroglyph. "I can handle it. After ten years with those medications I am well. That particular lady doctor from Henan helped me..." I was unable to picture her in my memory but she did patronize me.

I am fourteen when I met her; she withstands my lows and highs for ten years and keeps on treating me until I am twenty- three...Now I am twenty-five...I successfully mastered to control myself for two years without her aid...or so I thought...This whole mess with Yibo is making me grapple the truth that I am still the marionette my disorder manipulates...

"Don't joke Zhan, what you did to Wang Yibo till this day...They were the actions of somebody with bipolar disorder. It is a lifelong illness...You should've known! You thought...you've evaded it? No. Have mercy on Yibo! You are not the victim here but him...Xiao Zhan, marry me, I am the one who understands you..."

"Meng Zoey, I love him." I DON'T FUCKING CARE IF I HAVE BIPOLAR!!! I AM IN LOVE WITH WANG YIBO!!! WE'LL DECRYPT AND DECODE THIS TOGETHER!!!

"Wake up from your fairytale!" Raising her hand, she swatted me across my face. It wasn't a hard blow and I saw it coming and jerked my head back but even so the sound of the slap had the effect of a pistol shot, and immediately cutting off the tirade rage forming in me. I am stunned in disbelief.

No woman had ever slapped me before...

"Why you..." I lunged at her, grabbing a hold of her wrist.

"Zhan Zhan!" Yibo?

We were so occupied to our exchange that we didn't notice him outside of his apartment room...

"She's my sister...that particular lady doctor from Henan..." Yibo ventured.

"What?" That clangored out of me. "What?"

"For my sake, Zhan Zhan will you please stop using 'What?' like a choirboy who's stuck on one note?" He dictated austerely.

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To be continued...

There are more revelations in the next chapters. Just wait for it a little.

Grammar errors and bad English usage. Comment it. I'll edit this soon.

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-Bishounenhow111