[曦澄 | XiCheng][MDZS Modern AU]: All The Things I Never Told You [~PART 2~]

〽️👁‍🗨 Chapter 173: Popping Up The Question.

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Link:  https://www.instagram.com/tv/ClM880sP9bb/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

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Photo credit for this chapter:  "Riverdale", season 6, ep. 20

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Lan Xichen didn't like the idea of so many strangers in his home, poking their noses into everything, and shooting footage of everything too, but he was smiling broadly.

It was part of the job, after all. And, now more than ever, he needed that good publicity, and that fat commission. Maybe, just maybe, he would decline that company promotion, coming up his way, and retire? At the age of 28? Now, wouldn't that be an outrage???

Sitting comfortably in his super comfortable arm-chair, he realized a stupid mistake he had made a little too late. His gun had remained well-hidden, inside the framework of the front door. 

He bit his lips shortly, but his smile never disappeared. He knew he could rely on his lover to carry his own piece, always.

Jiang Cheng had promised him. And he trusted him.

Was Mike going to do something stupid today? Probably not. But this was the very first time his house was so open to the public,  and the thought made him shudder. He tried to find his lover with his peripheral vision, but Jiang Wanyin had disappeared somewhere, and Stella was nowhere to be seen either.

It felt like he was sitting, all alone, in his living-room, surrounded by curious, adoring people on all sides, and he left like a city under siege.

He chuckled to himself. Why the sudden imagery?

Was Wangji watching? 

And A-Xian?

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Lan Wangji most definitely wasn't watching TV that Monday, far too busy kissing his fiancé,  and staring into his violet eyes, but San Ji had parked himself in front of the TV screen as soon as 9:30 that morning, waiting.

- Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!!! Just where the hell is A-Cheng?! Why does he have a mobile at all?! His inbox is full and he is not picking up!  –  he was pouting, fuming, and sipping on his mug of too rich  cream-and-cinnamon cappuccino, hand-made, by his own hand!

At precisely 11 a.m. he squeed like a little girl (Jiang Cheng was too right!), because the camera swirled and showed the inside of Lan Xichen's home, starting from the front door, and going round, MTV Cribs  style, going through the kitchen and the living-room where Lan Xichen was sitting on his throne of Brussels beige plush luxury.