Interviews and Backstage Views
As filming for The Untamed progressed, the media buzzed with excitement. Cast interviews became frequent—some organized by the production, others requested by eager media outlets hungry for behind-the-scenes stories.
But the questions, more often than not, leaned away from the drama and dove straight into personal lives.
"What's your ideal type?"
"Which cast member do you hang out with the most?"
"Are there any sparks blooming on set?"
Wang Yibo—ever composed, ever unreadable—answered with his usual minimalism. But to those who paid attention, the truth shimmered just beneath the surface.
Whenever Xiao Zhan was mentioned, his tone changed.
There was a subtle softness in his voice. A tiny lift of his lips. A glint in his eye that even the most casual fans started to notice.
"Zhan-ge's hardworking. Very warm. He takes care of everyone. Makes the set feel like home."
Every word felt casual—innocent. But they weren't.
They were breadcrumbs, laid deliberately, testing the waters.
Yibo watched the fan reactions like a strategist studying the battlefield. He didn't care about hate aimed at himself—he had long stopped caring about being misunderstood. But if anyone dared to aim their cruelty at Xiao Zhan, it was an entirely different story.
What the world didn't know was that Yibo had quietly built a team, a circle of trusted individuals who scoured the internet, identified hate campaigns, and shut them down efficiently. Not under his name, never directly—but their orders came from him.
His protectiveness knew no limits.
If someone posted lies, they were buried in truth. If someone mocked Xiao Zhan's gentleness or misread his smiles, Yibo made sure counter-narratives rose—crafted with precision and care.
And still, on set, he played the respectful junior.
But off-camera staff—those who truly observed—began to whisper.
"Did you see the way Yibo looked at Zhan-ge just now?"
"I swear, he grinned like a fool when someone called Xiao Zhan his 'wife.'"
It was true. Whenever someone teased them—called Xiao Zhan "Wang Yibo's wife," or referred to Yibo as "Lan Zhan in love with his Wei Ying"— he couldn't suppress the proud, smug smirk that danced on his lips.
He loved it.
He loved the idea of Xiao Zhan belonging to him. He loved when the crew caught on, when the world whispered, when the boundary between fiction and reality blurred.
Because for him, it wasn't fiction.
This wasn't just Lan Zhan loving Wei Ying.
This was Wang Yibo, slowly, cunningly, winning over Xiao Zhan's heart.
Behind his stoic expressions and quiet nods, behind his respectful demeanor and puppy-eyed gazes, he was scheming—not out of malice, but with devotion.
He memorized Xiao Zhan's habits. He anticipated his moods. He timed his jokes to lift him up, found reasons to touch him—lightly, briefly, enough to make both their hearts race.
And each time Xiao Zhan laughed—really laughed—because of something Yibo said or did, he counted it as a victory.
A step closer.
A piece of Zhan that was now his.
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