Love, Chef. - A Chen Qing Ling/Modaozushi Fanfic

Chapter 33 🔞

Jiang Cheng

Something's fishy.

"He won't be coming in here anymore."

Yep, something's definitely fishy.

"But what happened?" Shijie asked "he was adamant about visiting you everyday."

"Yes I know. I was.....just feeling a little stuffy." He replied.

I heard the conversation and continued to study Wei Wuxian's body language. He was on the edge, fidgeting and definitely crying, given how swollen his eyes were.

I wonder what happened.

Apparently before we came here, Lan Wangji had a big fight with Wei Wuxian. It was weird because Lan Wangji would do anything but fight with him, it almost hurt to see how desperate he was to keep Wei Wuxian protected.

On one hand, I was glad. Glad that he had someone who he could talk to but I was also jealous, jealous because I knew, he could never trust me enough to say things he has said to Wangji. It left a bitter feeling.

It took me a long time to see through the facade he put on for people, the happy go lucky problem child who had nothing to worry about. How wrong I was.

Past:-

I woke up to whining and occasional mumbles.

This apartment was a sad excuse of a living space, took all our money but walls were paper thin. Never thought Parisian's  would be so stingy with their living spaces. It has been two years and I am still not used to the matchbox apartments. 

It was awfully late, almost....I looked at the watch, 4AM?!

The fuck is Wei Wuxian was doing?!

I threw off the duvet and walked towards his room, wanting to give a piece of my mind. Walking out of my room and taking, like, five steps to reach his door.

"Hey asshole, keep it down will you?!" I said and heard mumbles from the other side.

I got a little suspicious. Wei Ying was not the type to bring anyone home because of how thin the walls were.

I stood in front of his door, waiting to hear silence from the other side.

Initially there was, silence that is.

Before I heard loud whines and thumping, immediately, I start to turn the knob of his door.

The fucking thing was locked.

I started to rattle the knob harder but to no luck. I started to search the drawers where we kept the keys given by our landlord, it had the keys to all the locks. After searching through array of keys, I finally found it. Without wasting any time, I quickly unlocked the door to Wei Ying's door.

As soon as I open the door, I see him curled into a ball. The whines were clear now, I walk upto his bed to find his pillow wet. Tear stained face, mouth open as if to let out a scream but unable to, face scrunched up.