NOTE:
Mature content in this chapter. 🔞
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Also, with the bonus smut scene, this chapter is 6300 words in length.
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The early fog that Saturday morning was not perchance; the weather was unnaturally warm in the afternoon, after the low morning temperatures, and after finishing his work with the CCTV installation, Brent indeed returned to town, far too pleased to have the chance to be driving the pretty car once again that day.
It was a day of relaxation for Lan Xichen and Jiang Wanyin, a day of healing, and the young lawyer's worrying mood because of his lover's bruises was oscillating between care and amusement – Jiang Cheng seemed to be ignoring his ailments successfully, cuddling into him all day, snuggled into his big-sized clothes, stubbornly interfering with all of his attempts to turn his laptop on, and work a little.
Even Lan Huan's phone ended up in one of the zip-up pockets of the designer brand sweater Jiang Cheng was wearing today, and when he asked for it back, he just shook his head.
- Nope. It's the weekend. No. No work today.
He, however, almost jumped in his place when the phone rang – the ringtone was quite different from his own's, and the vibrate mode was a lot stronger than his own phone's as well.
Lan Huan laughed out loud, earning himself a murderous glare, but his smile disappeared when Jiang Cheng checked the screen and grinned broadly now, looking far too smug.
- No! Wanyin, no!!! Is it work??? Is it Wangji?!?! Is he OK? No! Give here! No, babe, no! – he panicked, watching his lover confidently swipe right.
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- What's up, moron? – Jiang Cheng hissed into the speaker, and Lan Huan shuddered – these words could have been used to address just anyone of their mutual acquaintances!
- I'm sorry, sir. – Brent was not impressed by the fact that someone else was answering his boss's phone; he had half expected it.
- Sorry for?! – he huffed.
- I'm truly sorry, sir. We could not find the device. Do you want me to get you a substitute, sir? – Brent offered his services.
- Just how useless are you, MORON?! – he exploded over the phone, angry and ashamed now.
Whoever had found his phone and had it now was going to read his private messages, and his face was burning now. Damn, he should have thought of a stronger protection PIN than just four zeros!
- What? Wanyin, what is it?! – Lan Huan was trying to reach his own phone, take it away so that he could know too.
His hand got quickly swatted away and then slapped by a very sulking and very hard-blushing Jiang Wanyin.
He bit his lips. This wasn't good.
- Yes. Buy a new one. Fuck. – Jiang Cheng hissed. – Get me a burner. I only need three numbers in it.
- Very well, sir. – Brent answered dispassionately and hung up.
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The truth was that Brent had spent hours in the night club, diligent at his task.
He bluntly declared that he was not going to leave until the phone was found. The club owner took this seriously, not really eager to spoil the good impression his place had made on one of the most important people in the city, in the hope that Lan Xichen would become a regular customer here, and soon.
