A Blade and an Arrow

You Brought Me To Where We Are And Never Left

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Incoming call from DianXie

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He taps the answer with a frown.

"Hey, uhh, Mu Qing? Are you busy?"

"In the middle of filing out things. Why?"

"There was an incident actually.."

"And...?"

"You see. Feng Xin got in a motorcycle accident-"

"Was he hurt?"

"No! No, fortunately, it wasn't a bad injury. But-"

"But he was caught."

"..."

"???"

"... Yes. We can go pick him up from prison if you're too busy..."

With an aggrieved sigh, Mu Qing closes the notebook he was writing on and stands up, picking up his jacket from where he let it hang on the back of the daybed along with his keys and bag. "No, I'll pick him up myself. Pretty sure that brat of a husband doesn't want you having to trouble yourself with twenty-five years old men."

"It's fine, Mu Qing. We understand, we could handle your work for a while if you'd let us. You both could have a mini vacation-"

"You know shit ain't happening if we keep moving. Listen, I'm thankful for your help, Xie Lian, I really am, but this things are better off just between Feng Xin and I." Mu Qing cuts him off quick as he nods at the staff that went pass him before turning toward the parking lot. "Xie Lian.. I don't know what to do." He finally relents once he reached his car, buckling himself in the driver's seat as he stares at nothing in particular. "This is the third time we moved and he really isn't even trying."

He hears shuffling from the other end. "He loves what he does, Mu Qing. We can't really force him to end what he loves doing. Make him realize what the negative effects, make him understand how awful it is for not only you but even to him."

"Don't you think I did already? We've been together for six years. That's literally the only main reason why we even argue so much."

"Try again. Keep trying. If you're.. if you're exhausted about it, tell him."

"I did that too but thanks anyway." Mu Qing purses his lips, ending the call before Xie Lian could even reply before hitting his steering wheel with a clenched fist in frustration.

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"Thank you." Mu Qing nods at the cop, the latter doing the same as he takes the signed paper before finally opening the prison door. A man wearing a plain black hoodie with its hood over his head, jeans that Mu Qing remembered were not ripped now has a tear on the lower left side of his knee and wore white shoes comes strolling out.

Mu Qing didn't even spare him a second glance, already turning around and retreating back to his car where he waits for the other to enter inside the passenger seat. Whatever it was that was supposed to leave the other's mouth wasn't heard once Mu Qing shoots him a glare and proceeds to start the engine without so much of a word.

The drive back toward their house was silent. A familiar, heavy tension settling between them for this wasn't even the first time he was called out off his work just to meet a grown ass man sitting behind bars like some drug fucking dealer. As if the man in question was a child getting picked up from a principal's office and not a twenty-five years old man that owns a literal company.