NOTE:
Ummm, maybe 🔞? I personally don't think so, but be warned: some explicit content ahead.
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Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fiMBpdYi2I
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the 5th - the 6th of February
Brent was waiting at the airport, a little bored – the Arrivals board announced 30 minutes' delay. It was Thursday, or rather it was Friday already, because it was 4 a.m. in the morning.
The week had been quite chilly, so he reminded himself to turn on the AC as soon as his bosses stepped into the car – it was a long drive to the Lan residence, and they were coming directly from a sunny beach. It had been a lazy week, and he wondered about this job; he had expected a very different set of circumstances and very different assignments.
Generally, the threats on the lives of celebrities varied, from the tasteless jokes to the serious, sick stuff, and he had mentally prepared for both. He expected media phone calls, and journalists, squatting on the front lawn, lurking; he had expected a bullet-proof BMW (the best make for that purpose, in his humble opinion), and also – at least a couple of bodyguards extra, to keep the Lan heir safe, as well as his family. He had expected paparazzi and full staff to take care of the estate too vast for just a single person.
But expectations did not match reality. Lan Xichen had cleverly circumvented most of it, by simply buying a house 50 kilometers out of town. Who, in his right mind, would travel so far (and back!) just for a shaming photo? In winter?! No.
It turned out that the younger brother lived a very simple, mundane life; that the fiancé went to work, just like every ordinary citizen out there; and that Lan Xichen shunned away from every possible media coverage quite skillfully, as slippery as an eel, without any problems at all.
At one point, during this restless and void week, he truly wondered whether the power duo needed him at all. He was basically just their chauffeur.
But then – there was 2 million dollars. Yes, he could drive a gorgeous car for a month or two for 2 mil. No problem.
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He smirked; he saw them from afar; it was quite hard to miss Mister Lan's tall and slender figure. He vaguely wondered just how hungry he was right now, again. Mister Jiang was tugging at his sleeve endlessly, explaining something, very red in the face – he looked tanned and as jumpy as ever.
He chuckled on the inside, hiding behind his sunglasses at night. He had missed them.
He now caught just the end of the squabble, as Mister Lan stopped right in front of him, smirking and tall, and silent.
- But... but, Huan! You never told me! What else don't I know about you, eh??? Who am I even marrying, you asshole!?!
- Haha, honey, it's OK. – Lan Huan leaned down to kiss the burning cheek, despite the fact that his hands were full of heavy luggage.
