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Three and a half hours earlier, Brent had been driving down the same road, extremely worried. Finally things were happening, finally it was his turn to be useful, but Mister Lan didn't seem to care. The massive young man was just sitting calmly on the back seat of the Ghost, most of the time his long elegant legs crossed, and a very thin smile was splitting his face in a strange, unusual way.
He was driving, biting his lips nervously, not really sure when the last time had been when he had felt that nervous.
His boss was someone undecipherable to him right now, and – yes – it bugged him.
And then he did something he didn't quite know he was capable of: he initiated a conversation without being asked, and without the real need for it. Smalltalk.
Ashamed, and inevitably blushing, he realized his former Sergeant would have been ashamed of him too.
- Sir, are you sure that... everything is alright? – he mumbled, extremely frustrated.
The chuckle Lan Xichen let out was so quiet and light that he might have missed it over the purring of the engine, unless he had glanced at the rear-view mirror.
A true lawyer, he now rather asked, deflecting the question with a question:
- Boy, tell me about the gadgets in that briefcase of yours?
And he did. Of course he did. He told him everything, giving a full report. About the dentist's appointment, about the tracker, hidden deep inside Mister Jiang's mouth, about the way he had confided in him with his story. He also told him that one stronger, sharper bite was going to be enough for him to get notified and start tracking the device.
Lan Xichen just nodded shortly, not mad about being left out of the loop. After all, his lover had his own way of doing things, and it was alright.
- Sir, aren't we going to... do something? – he finished off, doing his best not to sound... well, impatient.
- Soon. My love will find me. Soon.
Lan Xichen spoke the words quietly too, but confidently, and Brent wondered what this cryptic message might mean – surely, Mister Lan meant Mister Jiang? But... how?
They arrived at the house, and he watched, amazed, as Mister Lan took off absolutely all his clothes, on the spot, and went directly for a shower, unfazed about being seen naked.
He just mumbled:
- I need to wash away the stench... ughh...
and disappeared into the marble bathroom.
15 minutes later, he just got dressed distractedly, not caring to dry his long hair. It seemed that, without Jiang Cheng there, Mister Lan just didn't care much.
- Come with me. – he beckoned, and Brent just followed obediently, mesmerized.
All that was happening was so much against his better instinct, and his better judgement, that his guts were in a painfully tense ball right now.
He knew that Miss Stella was not going to be coming along today – they were all supposed to be at the wedding right now, but still – the fridge was full; it always necessarily was.
