The Wedding Planner

Lan Wangji's gay awakening?

Does lust comes before love?

"Should I go with red or black?" Through the phone screen, Wen Qing's voice filled the spaces of Wei Ying's bedroom.

"Isn't red your favorite color? When in doubt, go with your favorite color." Wei Ying suggested, absent-mindedly painting his nails the color of cherry.

"But black is slimming." Wen Qing whined, making Wei Ying sharply turn his head to look at her. Wen Qing never whined. This newly evident behavior of Wen Qing was all new to him.

"Wen Qing, why are you so stressed? It's just a party,"

"It's not just a party, Wei Ying. It's The party. Our lives depend on it," Wen Qing shouted in response.

"Calm down, Wen Qing. Our lives don't depend on it," Wei Ying replied sharply. Wen Qing's sudden flair for dramatics was new to him as well. Being dramatic was usually Wei Ying's department.

They were both invited to Mianmian's charity ball gala. Agreed, they had never been anywhere near such a fancy event. So, they were both nervous. But Wen Qing was taking it a notch further.

"I want to look nice, you know. Perfect Mianmian would be there with her perfect fiancé, looking like the most ethereal couple. I want to give a great impression as well," Wen Qing responded softly, her voice low.

"I know, Qing Qing," Wei Ying responded gently.

"Hmm. Anyway, what are you going to wear, Wei Ying?"

"I don't know yet,"

They chatted some more before hanging up. Wei Ying hadn't thought about what he would wear to the gala, but it seemed like Wen Qing's enthusiasm had rubbed off on him, and now all he could think about was how to look the hottest at the event full of hot people.

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Wei Ying wore an old suit, but his best suit. The high-waisted black tight-fitting dress pants did full justice to the elegant lines of his body, accentuating the flair of his big, round butt and sharply elongating his legs. A tucked, shiny red vest looked sleek, but what stole the thunder was his black suit jacket that was re-tailored to sit just above the curve of his butt, closer to the waistband of his high-waisted pants, like a crop top more than a suit jacket. He had also bejeweled the jacket with shiny beads in the shape of butterflies and lotuses.

His hair was tucked in a bun, a curled lock framing his face, and most importantly, a shimmery red lip gloss was painted on his lips to match the bejeweled suit jacket.

Wei Ying searched for the known faces, but when he couldn't find them, instead he searched for alcohol. With a glass of wine in one hand, as he was walking away from the open bar, he collided with an elderly lady.

"I'm so sorry," Wei Ying reverently bowed to the elderly woman.

The old woman narrowed her eyes, her eyes raking him from head to toe.

"How did you get in? This event is for respectable people only. You don't fit in," The woman venomously spitted.

"What?" Wei Ying shouted. "FYI, I was personally invited by the bride and the groom,"

"Ridiculous. I am sure you just sneaked in to make some money by giving quick blowjobs in the bathroom," the old woman snarled.

Wei Ying's mouth hung open at that. He was about to yell bitch to the woman when a hand dragged him away. The offending hand belonged to Wen Qing.

"Wen Qing, you can't believe what that old woman just called me,"

"Wei Ying, let's not start a scene," Wen Qing whispered.

"C'mon, Wen Qing. How would you feel if someone called you a whore?"

"Ignore this one time, please. I don't want to get thrown out of the party,"

"Fine," Wei Ying whined. "I need more drink,"

"First, let's find Mianmian, then we'll get more drinks, alright?"

They had to wait for a while to chat with Lan Wangji and Mianmian as the line of people who wanted to chat with the formidable couple was quite long.

Mianmian greeted them enthusiastically while Lan Wangji just nodded and stared at them (Especially Wei Ying) with a deadpan face.

As the evening progressed, Wei Ying had a couple more glasses of wine, making him a little drunk and a little wobbly on his feet. He collided with a gentleman in white, splashing the glass of wine onto the man. Horrified, Wei Ying kneeled on the floor and started wiping the wine that had splashed onto the man's shirt and slacks.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry,"

In a haze of alcohol, Wei Ying hadn't even realised what was he doing, what it looked like to other people, and how closely his hands were skimming past the man's crotch area.

"Wei Ying, get up," Wen Qing pulled him up by his hand.

As he stood up, he saw some horrified eyes that were on him, scrutinizing him. The collided man was all red from the embarrassment, and the elderly lady from before looked disgusted at him. From the corner of his eyes, he even saw Lan Wangji, who looked extremely pale, like someone who was about to faint.

At the dinner table, though Wei Ying and Mianmian were seated quite far away from the striking couple, Wei Ying still noticed how Lan Wangji was occasionally glancing at him.

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"Wei Ying,"

Wei Ying was alone in one corner, wondering where Wen Qing went when a deep voice startled him to reality. Wei Ying Swiveled to face Lan Wangji.

"Lan Zhan, lovely event," Wei Ying said awkwardly.

"Wei Ying, I want to talk about the dance practice,"

Though Lan Xichen had asked Wei Ying to help Lan Wangji with dance, Lan Wangji had refused the offer. Lan Wangji didn't want to dance at his wedding at all. He was uncomfortable. So, they decided to scrap the whole first dance from the ceremony instead.

"Lan Wangji, it's fine. You shouldn't do something you are not comfortable with. It's your wedding, after all. You should feel relaxed instead of feeling all jittery about your performance,"

"Wei Ying, about that. I have changed my mind. I want to give dancing a try. Mianmian deserves the best. So, if you are still willing, I want your help."

"Are You sure that's the only reason?"

"Yes," Lan Wangji was a few decibels louder, which was quite unusual for him. "Why would there be any other reason."

Wei Ying was about to ask Lan Wangji whether Lan Xichen was pressuring him to change his mind, but seeing how defensive Lan Wangji had suddenly become, Wei Ying decided to leave it at that.

"Okay. If you want to then I'm willing to teach you,"

"Thank you, Wei Ying,"

"You are welcome, Lan Wangji. I'll text you, then we can schedule our practice."

"Hmm,"