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Masquerade Of Hearts Part 3

Wei Ying had stared at his boss, completely mystified.

"What do you mean, the second Master Lan wants to see me? Why?" He didn't mean to sound on edge, but even he could taste the confusion in his own words as they slipped off his tongue.

His boss looked uncomfortable.

Nie MingJue was not the friendliest of people; he either liked you or he didn't, and you would find out which one it was in the first five minutes of meeting him. Sometimes, even faster. A very direct man, he gave everything to you straight, as if wielding a sabre, slashing straight to the point. It didn't help that he had a weird obsession with red blades. Miniature red swords covered his table, from his letter opener to his stapler, and Wei Ying finally saw why he was nicknamed ChiFeng Zun.

Luckily, he had a soft spot for the man standing in front of him now, otherwise he was not the sort to entertain questions.

"I'm not sure why. I'm just passing along a message." He defended himself now, wishing his other half had not putting him in this compromising position.

But Lan XiChen was very persuasive when he wanted to be...

"So I can choose not to go? Right?" Wei Ying was saying, a stubborn look in his eyes.

Nie MingJue thought fast. If Wei Ying didn't go, his boyfriend would be upset...and that would not do.

"It's just a meeting. Go there, hear him out, return. That simple." He bit out, wanting this conversation over with, like yesterday.

"I'd rather not." Wei Ying folded his arms across his chest, his leather jacket creasing in the process.

Nie MingJue had had enough.

"If you don't go, I'll put you on coffee duty. For a month." He watched in satisfaction, at the widened silver eyes.

"A month? Jeez!" Wei Ying protested. "That's harsh, and you know it!"

Coffee duty sucked big time. Whoever it fell to, had to organise coffee or whatever drinks people wanted for the whole staffroom. Coffee shops in L.A. were busy, all the time.

"Listen, do it, don't do it, I-" he pointed to himself, "don't care. I have deadlines that need to be met. Now go away."

Gruffly dismissed, Wei Ying stomped out, feeling pushed into a corner. He looked at his phone and checked the time. If he was fast, he could get there, speak to the guy, and get back in two hours, max. It wasn't that huge of a deal, not really. And compared to coffee duty for a month, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

The Lan Estate was out of the way too, so public transport was out of the question. He turned around and knocked before marching back into his boss's office.

"Fine, I'll go. But the company pays the fare." He held out his hand, a cheeky smile dancing on his lips.

Nie MingJue shoved a fifty into his palm, hiding his smile. Lan XiChen was going to owe him, big time.

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At night, and because of the paparazzi, the flashing lights and the media presence, Wei Ying had mostly not paid attention to the outside of the mansion, but now, he sat with his mouth open, drinking it in.

It truly was a grand affair, made from brownstone and marble, four huge white pillars held up the front doors, two because only one would have looked silly on a house this size. There was a cloud insignia on the doors, and Wei Ying found himself tracing the pattern with his fingertip.

The nerves from the past Saturday had returned, boiling in his stomach; it was either acidity or a stomach ulcer, one that Jiang Cheng never failed to threaten him with whenever they ate together, every time he reached for the chilli oil. He swallowed thickly before ringing the door bell, one hand on his stomach.