The Fear Of Wealth.

At the hanger, the two, waiting, for the captains who seem to have forgotten that they have an elite man to fly to Paris. When they arrived few mins later, Sean was already visibly annoyed.

"I'm so sorry Mr Sean, it was my misconduct..."

"Save it for later. Let's hurry." He said, halting the apologetic men.

The hostesses, stood at both sides, with only one of them near the door, to open it for the two.

As the both entered the business class, Baobao wasn't comfortable with the extravagant setting, but he has to try enjoy. He had also tried learning French, but honestly, it wasn't for him.

He was at the far end of the plane, planning his boss's schedules and appointments.

"Why are you far, it's not like you've never entered an airplane before..."

"Absolutely not. I only own a motorcycle. It's the only expensive item that I've ever owned in life." He interrupted. This, left Sean dazed and stunned.

"Wow!!! That must be cool!" He exclaimed like it was the most wonderful thing he has ever heard.

"Why so surprised? .... don't tell me you've never ridden a motorcycle before?"

Baobao was just asking because that was totally the most foolish question. But his embarrassed look, turned into the face of astonishment when he saw Mr Sean's face.

"You can't be serious... You really...?" He was astonished to the point of speechlessness.

"Is it too awkward?" Sean couldn't believe he was asking that, but what has been asked, has been asked.

So, he has to bear with whatever embarrassing things especially with his secretary nonstop teasing.

"No, I do find it amusing, though. But that doesn't mean that you have to know. A busy guy like you, wouldn't have the luxury to spend to racing test. You are the kind to run about signing contracts and making deals. So, I just found out amusing it was. But if you really want to learn, I can make out time for the both of us, especially you, to learn it." He firmly stated.

To others, it might be a sort of comforting tone with the way Baobao calmly said it, but to Sean, it was so embarrassing that he has lost the perfect image of Mr know all.

Fuck!!! So annoying.

"Are you really that embarrassed?" Having noticed the way he looked, Baobao wanted to rectify.

And he was proved right with his boss's next line of action and words.

"Shut up and mind your business." Though it was said to draw lines, Baobao seemed rather mischievous than scared.

"Boss, I swear, I can teach you. I'll make a whole day free time, even a week free time, just so for you to learn and feel less embarrassed."

"F*ck off!" He tried to focus on the document she has long lost interest or focus to.

Raising his hands up, he showed a sign of defeat but promising to tease him later, maybe, even trying to push the workerholic man to be more playful and sometimes think about himself. He said, "okay, I'll stop teasing. You should focus on your thing. You need to be well prepared for the deal."

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Arriving in Paris, and getting to the luxurious hotel of Le Bristol Paris, one, made for people like him.

Baobao paid for Sean's room, with Sean's money to a the VIP room, while he took a hotel near to the one his boss is in.

Though luxurious, he couldn't afford wasting money on things that doesn't matter.

To him, to sleep in a firewood shed is more of a convince, than sleeping in a room, that asks so much money.

Sean didn't put much mind in them, or Baobao's thoughts. He believes that his secretary has a reason, and he's not ready to pry into the matter more.

In the elevator, they waited until, Sean got to his room number before deciding to retreat to his room.

While in his room, he looked around, since he stayed in a cheaper hotel, still being paid by his boss, he laid down on the bed.

"This is so uncomfortable." He muttered to himself. "How does Mr. Sean dare sleep in that hotel with power and authority without feeling a little extravagant?" He thought.

No matter how, he can't seem to understand why rich people feel so comfortable being rich.

He doesn't fancy wealth, just that wealth, seem to fancy him.

His handsome features is not to be neglected, not to talk about that pale skinned body, his brown eyes that turns to crescents whenever he smiles. Not to talk about his alluring baritone voice of his that seem to be singing lullaby or, sweet sexy sing song voice to the listener. No wonder girls both young and old, tried to patronize him by paying any amount he asked for at the coffee shop, just for that face alone.

DAMM!!!!

That was something that could make him a billionaire, if he used his raw gifts to practice.

He would have become a very powerful man, or probably signing deals and contracts with the company his boss works in.

In short, he could have been business partners. But he cared so much about his aunt Jin, that he chose to neglect those opportunities.

Now that living a 'not so poor and not at all rich life', for almost half of his life, he seem so used to it.

Now, even living in a King sized bed just like now, and in his 'borrowed' apartment, what he chooses to call it. The one, Feng Wu gave him.(guy with a lot of pride).

He has been having this uncomfortable nightmares that he would earn a lot of money, which scared him.

He was and will always be afraid of wealth. For one day, he feared that he might abandon his beautiful sickly aunt, when he became rich. Or, maybe ignore, and deny her due to the fear of losing face.

He wasn't power drunk, but he was power cautious. He's always at alart when high priced offer is involved.

The hotel, though cheap, but also wealthy Baobao, couldn't find himself to sleep. Always having nightmares. He promised that the first person wants to see the next, will be checking up on his auntie Jin and her beautiful smile. Then anything else, can come after that.

It was already late when they arrived. So, his Aunt Jin would be asleep by now.

She is an early sleeper and an early waker too.

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On the other side, when Baobao was having this thought and sleepless nights, Sean Xiao was reviewing the documents of the proposed projects and contracts they will have the next day.

Still engrossed in work, not paying attention to anything that surrounds him, including phone, excluding his so busy behavior.

His calm demeanor would say that he has his reviews under control, but his mind has always buzzed around his younger brother, who had refused to come back, for many years of studying in the Ivy League.

Another time to check for his younger brother.

Wang Jie must return to him, unless he gradually, like a gradual process, lose his mind.

Just come back already.

Gege misses you so much!!!