My Obsession 24 She Is My Crush.

Standing inside the lobby was a handsome man who is 5'11, and he carried a grin on his face as he saw Yang Tian-Xu walked in from the entrance.

The man is Jin Qi-Long, he wore a dark blue suit with his hair gelled up into a stylish Korean-model hair-style. It was spikey and flashy, and it matches his personality.

"Tian-Xu! You are late!" he shouted with excitement, Jin Qi-Long has been at Yang Corps since 8:00 AM this morning, he had been too excited he couldn't wait to meet his idol; Lee Yin-Yin.

"Late? Buddy, it's 9:00 AM… The meeting doesn't start until 10:00 AM. How am I late?"

"You are late for me! You hear me! Late!" Jin Qi-Long acts like a child when he couldn't compress his excitement.

Yang Tian-Xu couldn't deal with his friend's childish att.i.tude and began to look around. It was apparent to a.s.sistant Tseng to know why Yang Tian-Xu was looking around the places.

w.a.n.g Yi-An, she usually would show up at 8:45 AM every day. However, today it has already been 9:01 AM and she still have not arrived. Yang Tian-Xu began to feel nervous, and his worried expression made his heart felt like it could stop at any moment.

a.s.sistant Tseng knew why w.a.n.g Yi-An was late. She had already messaged him on his phone at 8:00 AM that she would be about two hours late today, and so a.s.sistant Tseng had already told her that it was alright for her to show up late.

However, a.s.sistant Tseng hasn't reported to Yang Tian-Xu that w.a.n.g Yi-An won't be coming in until 10 AM. a.s.sistant Tseng just wanted to see how Yang Tian-Xu would react if w.a.n.g Yi-An were to be late.

Would he yell at her, like he usually does to him when he was late? Even though a.s.sistant Tseng himself had messaged President Yang about being late and it was hours in advance.

Nevertheless, Yang Tian-Xu was restless, and he looks around the front entrance as he stood there in the lobby for 20 minutes with Jin Qi-Long. The guy kept rambling on about nonsense, and Yang Tian-Xu would keep scanning his surroundings.

"Tian-Xu!" Jin Qi-Long cried out for attention. "What are you looking for?" he said as he tried to follow and see where Yang Tian-Xu focus was on.

Then he suddenly has an idea and asked Yang Tian-Xu, "Tian-Xu! Are you perhaps seeking my Lee Yin-Yin? Are you that excited to meet her too? You know she's my idol right!…" and so he continues again.

Jin Qi-Long was hovering around Yang Tian-Xu like he was an annoying fly. Yang Tian-Xu tried to brush him off as if he was one. Yang Tian-Xu was already restless all weekend. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep properly for two days. Yet, he still looks as handsome and dazzling as ever.

Yang Tian-Xu could not wait to see her any longer. However, why was she so late? He kept thinking and worrying if anything had happened to her. Still, a.s.sistant Tseng remained silent and decided to wait until w.a.n.g Yi-An shows up late.

After all the suffering he has endured over the years as Yang Tian-Xu's a.s.sistant. He now felt like perhaps this is how the heaven thanked him for his hard work. The expression on Yang Tian-Xu's face is his reward!

The three of them decided to go upstairs and prepare the meeting room for Lee Yin-Yin's arrival. Jin Qi-Long had brought over a lot of snacks and drinks for the meeting. He wanted to show how much he values having Lee Yin-Yin over.

The staff that came with Jin Qi-Long today was hired by him to set-up the meeting room. Yang Tian-Xu was too restless; he was pacing back and forward. The President, Yang Tian-Xu doesn't seem like himself. Even Jin Qi-Long knew that the usual calm friend of his; would sit stills and not give a d.a.m.n about anything.

However, today he seems different. Yang Tian-Xu would often glance at his watch, and he would look outside the ceiling-high window to see if he can see w.a.n.g Yi-An. The meeting room they are in is on the top seventh floor, and if he sought the surrounding carefully, he might be able to see her.

After a while, he pulled out his smartphone. Yang Tian-Xu was so worried he wanted to call or message her and ask if she needed his help, but he was worried that he might have interrupted her.

"What if I called her now and caused her to have an accident?" He thought to himself. "No! Her safety is more important! But! What if she needed my help now? And I'm not there to support her?"

a.s.sistant Tseng could read President Yang's thought, he let out a chuckle, and finally, he reported to him. "President Yang, w.a.n.g Yi-An had already messaged me that she would be coming in late today, I forgot to tell you. My apologies, sir."

The report that a.s.sistant Tseng had finally reported had made him much calmer. However, he felt agitated for one and a half hour! "a.s.sistant Tseng, if An-An is going to be late again, please tell me ASAP!"

"Yes, sir!" He said as he straightens his back and salutes him like a soldier.

"An-An?" Jin Qi-Long was a bit confused as he asked, "Who's An-An? Is she pretty?"

a.s.sistant Tseng wanted to say out loud that An-An was the artist for the designs, w.a.n.g Yi-An. However, Yang Tian-Xu looked at him and told him with a straight face, "She's my crush." And so he continued to stare at his phone and continued to act as if what he had said was only natural.

"AH!" Jin Qi-Long shouted out in shocked, "For real!? For the first time in your life, you have a crush!? Seriously?" Jin Qi-Long had known Yang Tian-Xu ever since they were four years old.

Jin Qi-Long had never heard anything about his friend being in love. He always thought that perhaps Yang Tian-Xu wasn't interested in women. He was starting to worry, however, now that he was told by Yang Tian-Xu himself that he has a crush on a girl. He couldn't help but be curious.

Does this An-An have a beauty of a G.o.ddess that even Lee Yin-Yin couldn't even compare? Jin Qi-Long was dead-set in meeting this girl!

However, a.s.sistant Tseng went over and patted on Jin Qi-Long's shoulder and said, "Mr Jin, you shouldn't have your hopes up too high. You might be very disappointed."

"Eh?" said Jin Qi-Long with a baffled expression on his face.