After the earlier day's fiasco, everyone except for Lan zhan, Wei ying and the Wen siblings(Mianmian included) had left. Wen Qing and Mianmian had slept in the guest room, while a terrified Wen ning had roomed with an equally horrified Lan Qiren.
On the other hand Lan zhan and Wei ying had stayed in Lan zhan's old room. A room where Lan zhan had always wanted to sneak Wei ying in.
"I've always dreamt of sneaking my girlfriend in." Lan zhan said, pulling Wei ying by his waist.
"Me too." Wei ying confessed sheepishly.
"What else did my girlfriend dreamt ?" Lan zhan asked.
"Do you remember your old Harley-davidson, the one you used to bring during the field trips?" Wei ying asked.
"Mn, had plenty great memories with that old thing." Lan zhan smiled.
"I had one stupid wish since I saw you ride it to the school." Wei ying confessed.
"Do tell." Her husband proded.
"I used to imagine myself as your upset girlfriend, who you would sneak out of the premises for one long bike trip, but bring me back before 5 Am, much like Cinderella." Wei ying confessed bashfully.
"Maybe, if my good old Harley is still here-" Lan zhan jumped out of his bedroom before finishing his sentence.
"A-zhan!" Wei ying yelped, shaking her head she followed Lan zhan.
"Looks like my girlfriend might have her wish fulfilled." Lan Zhan said, dusting his hands that pulled off the dust covered cloth to reveal his old Harley.
"Are you serious?" A surprised Wei ying asked.
"Hundred and ten percent my lady. Get dressed, we'll leave in half an hour." Lan zhan said, before proceeding to check engine oil and clutch plate.
Wei ying ran to Lan zhan's room, luckily enough she was successful in finding Lan zhan's old Gusu high sweater and a blue hoodie for herself. She quickly tied her messy hair with a red ribbon she had found in Lan zhan's hoodie pocket.
A feeling of jealously and pettiness rose up her stomach, a lingering taste of vinegar invaded the back of her throat. 'She had a past, so why can't her Lan zhan...........her Lan zhan, her sweet, innocent Lan zhan, fallen into some wicked witch's trap.' Wei Ying thought.
Though at first she wanted to dismiss as her husband's stupid childhood crush, but when the thought of some else finding a soft corner in Lan zhan's heart hit her hard, she couldn't bear it any longer.
In the end, she decided to wear the red ribbon and confront her husband indirectly.
"Found it didn't you?" Lan zhan huffed fondly, when he saw the ribbon in his wife's hair.
"Was it for someone special?" Wei ying asked, not anticipating the answer.
"Mn, a girl who used leave her painted toes down her bunk to dry-" Lan zhan teased, before Lan zhan could finish the sentence, a tongue was being showed down his throat. When they separated to catch their breaths, Wei ying started to pepper Lan zhan's face with kisses.
"Were you jealous, imagining me with some blank faced girl with a red ribbon?" Lan zhan teased.
"Remember one thing very clearly Lan-er-gongzhi, you're mine and you've got yourself a very petty and possessive wife, who won't leave you even in your afterlife!" Wei ying said as if threatening Lan zhan.
"I'm lucky to have such a petty, possessive and extremely pretty wife." Lan zhan said pushing his wife against the wall, kissing her forehead, nose and the mole below her lip with every word.
"So, should I kidnap this pretty Gusu high girl?" Lan zhan asked.
"I'll be the one tying you down xiao-guban!" Wei ying stuck her tongue out, before rushing to Lan zhan's Harley.
Soon Lan zhan started the bike, riding his wife into the sunset.
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"Mama! Where is the small glass jar, the one with red handle?" Leah called from the kitchen.
"I never saw one!" Her mother replied from the dining table.
"The one with mustard greens?" Her father asked.
"Yep! That's the one." Leah answered.
"Check in the first left shelf from the stove." Her father said, finally Leah came back with her favorite mustard greens and dill pickle.
"It is not very mild or very strong, just the perfect pungency." Her father complimented.
"Where did you buy this from?" Her mother asked tasting a morsel of it.
"Uh huh, it doesn't have that aftertaste of a store brought one. It's definitely home-made!" Her father exclaimed.
"It's store brought! I'll bet 200 bucks!" Zhangse slammed her fist on the table.
"It's home-made! Yanli made it, I bet 500 bucks on my niece!" Changze raised the bar.
"500 and it's a deal!" Zhangse stayed firm on her side.
"It's home-made." Leah confessed, Changze laughed as his wife handed him a crisp 500 currency note.
"Was it Yanli?" Zhangse asked.
"It was Ying-jie..........." Leah said inaudibly.
"Who was it baobei?" Her father asked.
"Ying-jie" Leah answered, a silence followed.
"There was a time, when she refused to eat without my mustard greens pickle. Even when she was in high school she would ask me to make a pound or two of it. She would always whine that, even after she gets fat and old I should be the one making it for one and not the other way around. I never thought that, there would come a day when she would be the one making it. " Zhangse said, before going back to eating her dinner, as the other two looked at each other in silence.
The next morning Zhangse called her daughter.
"What is it mama?" The teen yawned.
"Why were you at Ying-jie's?" Her mother asked.
"I......I had a pregnancy scare." Leah confessed.
"When was it?" Her shocked mother asked.
"About a month ago." Leah answered.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Her mother confronted.
"I was scared to disappoint you........." The girl murmured.
"Sweetheart, remember one thing, we will always love you no matter what. And one more thing, we are extremely proud of our little girls." Zhangse pulled her daughter to her chest.
"Are you alright now?" Her mother asked.
"Hm, I got my period right after." Leah said, her mother sighed in relief.
"Aren't you still mad at Ying-jie?" Leah asked innocently.
"I'm mad at myself, for not accepting her before, for putting her through a hellish circle of sufferings while I rested in a blissful oblivion. Your father and I truly want to be a part of her life, but it is too late." Her mother replied.
"I think she feels replaced. She tried searching for her old paintings, but she couldn't find them. She hoped to a piece of herself still lingering behind, but found nothing. She was heartbroken didn't you notice?" Leah asked.
"I........this is terrible! How could I?" Her mother gasped.
"Why don't we make her invite us for dinner?" Leah suggested.
"And how are we going to do that?" Her dejected mother asked.
"I might have a plan." Leah smirked.
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Mamma mia!
Fanfiction"Lan wangji! Oh dear! You're Lan Wangji's son! Your father was the discipline monitor of our school. No wonder you're so well mannered!" Lan Xinjian patted Sizhui's shoulder. "We're fated!" Lan Jingyi squealed at his father's words. "A-yi! Don't m...
