Until We Meet Again...(YiZhan)

The grand hall of Jian Enterprise buzzed with life, its opulent chandeliers casting a warm glow over the crowd. Xiao Zhan stood near the entrance, exuding quiet confidence in a tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. As the lead designer for the project being launched tonight, he was in his element, effortlessly commanding attention without trying.

He glanced at his watch, brushing a strand of dark hair from his forehead. The project—a collaboration between Jian Enterprise and Wang Enterprise—was a major step forward for his career, and he was determined to ensure every detail was flawless.

Across the room, a low hum of excitement rippled through the guests as Wang Yibo entered. He moved with the grace of a dancer, his sharp features softened by a subtle smile. Clad in a fitted black suit, he exuded a mix of boyish charm and magnetic energy that made heads turn.

Xiao Zhan noticed him instantly, a spark of recognition flashing through his mind. It's him. The thought came unbidden, and for a moment, the air seemed to still.

Their eyes met.

Yibo's confident gaze lingered, his lips quirking into a smirk that sent a shiver down Zhan's spine. There was something both familiar and electrifying about the way Yibo looked at him, as if they were the only two people in the room.

"Ge, he's totally checking you out," Cheng's teasing voice broke through Zhan's thoughts. His younger cousin stood beside him, barely hiding his amusement.

"Don't be ridiculous," Zhan replied, though his tone lacked conviction.

"Come on, Zhan-ge," Cheng grinned. "Even I can feel the tension from here. You're practically giving off main character energy tonight."

Before Zhan could retort, Yibo began making his way across the room, each step deliberate and unhurried. As he approached, the crowd seemed to part for him, as if recognizing an unspoken authority.

"Xiao Zhan," Yibo said, his voice smooth and low, extending a hand.

"Wang Yibo," Zhan replied, taking the hand firmly, his heart beating just a little faster.

Yibo's grip was strong but not overpowering, his touch warm. For a moment, their hands lingered, and Zhan felt a strange pull, like a thread connecting them.

"I've heard a lot about you," Yibo continued, his gaze unwavering. "Your designs are impressive."

Zhan raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. "And I've heard about you. A dancer, a racer, and now a businessman? Quite the resume."

Yibo chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "I like to keep life interesting. Maybe you could show me how to do the same with art."

There was a playful challenge in his tone, and Zhan found himself smiling despite the butterflies in his stomach. "I think you'll find I don't hold back when it comes to creativity."

"I look forward to it," Yibo replied, his eyes sparkling with intrigue.

As the night progressed, their interactions became the center of attention for the room. The chemistry between them was palpable, a mix of subtle flirtation and mutual respect. For Zhan, Yibo was a puzzle—a man who seemed to carry the weight of his past with an ease that belied his youth.

For Yibo, Zhan was a mystery—graceful, intelligent, and utterly captivating.

Neither of them could explain the strange sense of familiarity that lingered in their every glance, every word exchanged. It was as if they had known each other in another life, their souls recognizing what their minds couldn't yet comprehend.

As the evening came to a close, Yibo leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I hope this isn't the last time we meet, Xiao Zhan."

Zhan's breath hitched, but he recovered quickly, a small smirk forming on his lips. "That depends on whether you can keep up, Wang Yibo."

Yibo laughed softly, his gaze lingering on Zhan for a moment longer before stepping back.

Unbeknownst to them, the threads of their shared destiny were beginning to weave together once more, setting the stage for a love story that had endured across lifetimes.