Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

The Curse Breaker Part 8

Wei Ying woke up cranky. He hadn't been able to sleep, and when his eyes finally shut hours after lying down, it seemed like it was time to rise already.

Yesterday, he'd left Cloud Recesses as soon as the lockdown was lifted, not hanging around to wait until someone told him about the case regarding Lan Qiren. As far as he's concerned, he's done with the Lans and everything they represent, and the sooner his life returns to normal, the better.

So he's surprised when Wen Qing meets him in the foyer of the main building.

“What's up?” He asks suspiciously.

“You tell me.” She pushes him into Song Lan's office, where he sees both Song Lan and Xiao XingChen looking perplexed at … Lan Zhan. Who is kneeling on the ground. Again.

“What the fuck?” The words slip out of his mouth, mostly because Wei Ying is not prepared to see him, let alone this early in the day.

“What the fuck!” Babies passing by behind them copy him, and it's like a Mexican wave, the rippling curse words echoing all down the hallway.

“Language!” Wei Ying is told before being tugged into the room and the door firmly shut at his back, closing the only exit.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly grins, but it vanishes as soon as his eyes land on the man dressed in white.

These are different clothes to the ones Lan Zhan wore yesterday, and still reminiscent of someone attending a funeral later.

“What's he doing here?” It's too dangerous to address the one currently lower than himself in height, so Wei Ying stares at his uncle for some answers.

“We're not exactly sure,” Xiao XingChen replies, the ghost of a smile lurking on his lips.

“He was outside the compound, exactly like that, when we opened the gates.” Song Lan adds. “And then he followed us in.”

“Oh.” Wei Ying says that because he can't think of anything else to say. “Oh, I know! Maybe he's here to update us.”

“Update us?”

“On the situation, you know, with Lan Laoshi.”

Four pairs of eyes land on Lan Zhan’s face, which remains as serene as the first snows to fall in winter.

“So…did you guys find the person who cursed your uncle?” Wen Qing goes to the front desk to face Lan Zhan.

“Mn. It was a new disciple who was tired of Uncle's lectures. He is being punished now.” Lan Zhan replies.

His voice reminds Wei Ying of the smoothest chocolate, especially with melted creamy  marshmallows topping it. It still makes him shiver, and he masks that reaction by joining his family in the front.

Big mistake.

Now Lan Zhan is watching him, staring back with heart eyes and so much bloody intensity.

“Well…you've told us. You can go now,” Wei Ying prompts. He wonders how long Lan Zhan has been kneeling, remembering past heard stories of a younger boy kneeling outside his mother's home, waiting all night for her to open the door.

If there's one thing Lan Zhan has an abundance of, it's patience.

“I am not going anywhere. I am carrying out Wei Ying’s permission.” He says, glowing with happiness.

Why does Lan Zhan sound so smug?

Wei Ying thinks back to yesterday. He feels like a big chunk of time has vanished where somehow, he's missed a whole conversation. But now those four pairs of eyes are turned on him, scrutinising his face for clues. He shrugs helplessly, completely baffled.