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Stressed is Just Desserts Part 9

Wei Ying was sitting next to Lan Zhan on one side, and Nie Huaisang on his other. Of course, Lan Zhan had protectively wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer so that no part of him touched the other.

Meanwhile, Wei Ying was fascinated at how on earth the two Nies were brothers, because there was no resemblance, none whatsoever in their features. Lan XiChen's boyfriend was of the bulky muscular variety, brusque, loud and entertaining when he wanted to be. If he had an opinion, he would voice it, with no regard to who was listening.

The type of person who would make the statement, "it is what it is", and then get on with whatever they needed to. Those types of people were dangerous because they could not be threatened in any way. If you called their bluff, then you had better be prepared to face the consequences, because they will turn around and say, "bring it, bitch!"

Wei Ying was immensely glad he was on their side.

He found himself watching Nie MingJue and his XiChen-ge interact, trying to imagine Jiang Cheng in his place. He doubted Jiang Cheng could be that brash, but then who was he to judge? Jiang Cheng was the type to fight first, and probably never ask questions later, but Wei Ying loved him and was missing him very much now.

The pairs of brothers surrounding him drew on the well of affection he held for his adopted younger brother, something not quite visible or apparent to strangers in the way they liked to interact. Maybe it was in the way Jiang Cheng used to throw him off himself, pretending to hate being touched, but liking it really, the way Wei Ying never needed to hear him say that he loved Wei Ying, but it was there in every glance, every push, every begrudgingly given smile.

Right now he was watching Nie MingJue looking on at his younger brother, with an almost fiercely protective gaze, and if Wei Ying so much as even breathed wrong in his direction, he felt as if a sabre would be tossed straight at his head. He smothered a laugh and turned his attention to the younger brother.

Nie Huaisang was a cultured man.

It showed in the quiet designer clothes he wore, that screamed money to only those with a discerning eye, and Wei Ying only knew this because he'd seen Jiang Cheng drooling over the latest shirt or the latest sneakers by this particular person. Huaisang quietly exuded a strength hidden in the way he held himself, by not standing out.

Yet being an expert at reading between the lines, he could immediately tell the genuine from the fake, see the truth behind the lies, and know instinctively when someone was trying to lead him on. His softer features and smaller, leaner body was an illusion, because what this man could do in a couple of hours with a laptop and a solid Internet connection was on a par with a living day miracle.

Five minutes into setting up his equipment, he'd decided to sit on the floor at Wei Ying's feet so the latter could see everything he did. And Wei Ying was suitably impressed, because in those five minutes, Huaisang had found Meng Yao's old Facebook account, seen when he was last active, then created a fake account to do all his online detective work as SammyTheSalmon, currently residing on the wrong side of Europe, with a VPN that would lead a snooping snooper on a wild goose chase all over the world.

Then, he began stalking the man in earnest.

Huaisang found out that Meng Yao had also created another dummy account - Wei Ying loved that name - to find out all about Wei Ying.

There were programs and tools which helped Huaisang hack into several accounts on different platforms, all with the single-minded task of searching for Wei Ying, anything he had put up regarding where he was living, what he was doing...every single detail.

Wei Ying felt like a fool.

Everyone knew you had to be careful on the Internet, to not let personal details slip, and yet here he was, inadvertently showing the enemy his soft, vulnerable belly. He might as well have climbed onto a roof top and shouted out his address. And social security number to boot.