The Writer's Scheme (BJYX FanFic) - Completed

1: Wei Wuxian

A/N: Warning: Brief 🔞 scene in the intro

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Rough hands pulled the fake blonde hair of a woman. Ramming deep through her throat was the hard on shaft of a displeased customer. Her skills at giving a blowjob was just so-so compared to the high price that was paid for her supposedly excellent service. Her tongue was inexperienced and lazy, annoying the f*ck out of Wei Wuxian. He couldn't even reach the peak of his orgasm. "Piss off!" He snarled, pushing her head away from his throbbing manhood.

Another pair of hands then played at his chest, roaming down his flat stomach, wanting to reach down his crotch. The man aged 29 smirked wickedly. "On your knees." He commanded and the brunette female positioned herself in her fours, expectant of the pleasure the attractive man could give her. Wei Wuxian thrusted in one go, plunging in and out without care while the woman rolled her eyes back as she moaned in ecstasy.

Wei Wuxian is seeking something, a feeling that he should put into words and into writing, but none came into his mind.

"Useless!" He pulled himself out, grunting as he scrunched his sweaty hair off his forehead and walked to the adjacent grandiose bathroom to pass his arousal under the cold shower instead.

He was still so pissed off after hearing his competitor's comment on his latest novel. 'Romantic?' He can vividly hear the sarcasm in the word. 'Cliché, you mean. Where in that book did you feel love? Well, I didn't.' The asshole said in front of the television!

Wei Wuxian, the most acclaimed and highest-earning novelist of China, the genius writer of the century, was bashed just like that by such an unqualified nobody! "Noone underestimates a Wei Wuxian!" His fist curled into a ball and crushed the wholebody-sized mirror on his front. Blood oozed from his knuckles, colouring his pale white skin. "Love? I'll show you what love is!" He snickered evilly before his maniacal laugh bounced off the walls.

If it is not through s*x that the words will form so he could write another romance book that could not be criticised by anyone, then it only means he had to meet him and play with fire.

Eyes darkened with malicious intent, Wei Wuxian put on his clothes and wrapped a cloth on his injured hand. He had no time to waste.

"Young Master." His loyal butler, Wen Ning, bowed to him as he stepped out of the bathroom, satisfied that the detestable women are gone out of his sight.

"Find him." Wei Wuxian briefly ordered without stopping on his way out of the hotel suite. Wen Ning shuffled behind him smiling widely. Luck's on him. "I already found him." He grinned, handing Wei Wuxian that day's tabloid with the face of the man Wei Wuxian wanted to meet.

"Detective Lan Wangji."

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5-May-2020