Love of CEO

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Their faces were mere inches apart now. Wei Ying’s thoughts raced, screaming at him to push him away. His pulse was erratic, and the tension in the air was so thick it felt like it might snap at any moment.

He could hear Lan Wangji’s steady breathing, impossibly close, and it was making his skin burn. Wangji leaned in closer, the space between them shrinking by the second. Wei Ying, feeling utterly helpless, shut his eyes tight and tilted his head back in surrender, his body almost betraying him.
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But just as Wangji moved closer, seemingly enjoying the proximity and the scent of Wei Ying’s subtle cologne, Wei Ying snapped, desperate to escape.

“I’m married!” he blurted out, his voice loud and trembling. His chest heaved as though he’d just run a marathon.

Lan Wangji froze, his brow furrowing. “What?”

“Yes! I’m married!” Wei Ying declared with newfound confidence, straightening himself.

Wangji raised a single skeptical brow, his calm demeanor intact. “You’re not. Don’t lie.”

“I’m not lying!” Wei Ying insisted, crossing his arms defensively. “I have a wife!”

Wangji took a step back, crossing his own arms, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Go on, then. Explain.”

Wei Ying, now committed to his ridiculous story, squared his shoulders and dove in. “My wife and I... we don’t live together. She’s very poor, you see. Even my family doesn’t know about her. We married in secret last year. It was... uh... very romantic.”

Wangji was now contemplating about Wei Ying being gay, 'how could he get married to a women?' So, he let Wei Ying continue.

“You must think I’m gay, but I’m not,” Wei Ying said, pointing a dramatic finger at Wangji. “I’m bisexual! But to avoid other girls throwing themselves at me, I act gay! Because My wife is so possessive towards me, and she feels jalous. That’s all! So, Mr. Lan, please, respect my boundaries. I’m married, and I’m very loyal to my wife!”

Wei Ying stood there, looking very pleased with his own performance. He even sniffed for effect, feigning emotional distress.

For a moment, Wangji said nothing, his expression unreadable. But internally, his mind was racing. Married? Wei Ying? Secretly? None of it added up. Wei Ying’s family was strict—how could they not know? And Wei Ying had always been openly flirtatious, never mentioning any “wife.”

“Is that so?” Wangji finally said, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Yes!” Wei Ying insisted, nodding vigorously.

But Wangji didn’t respond, instead narrowing his eyes as if piecing the puzzle together. And in that brief pause, Wei Ying seized his opportunity. He darted past Wangji, practically fleeing the washroom.

Lan Wangji stood still for a moment, processing everything. Slowly, realization dawned on him that Wei made him fool by his ridiculous story, but till then Wei Ying was alredy gone. His lips curved into a rare chuckle. “Such a brat,” he muttered to himself. “A cute one, though.” He left the washroom, his smirk lingering.

Wei Ying rushed back to the table, his face flushed and his voice hurried. “I have some things to do, so we need to leave,” he announced, barely giving anyone a chance to process his words.

Nie Huaisang blinked in confusion. “What? Leave? Right now? Why the sudden—”

“No questions!” Wei Ying interrupted, glancing nervously over his shoulder, where he saw Lan Wangji approaching with his usual calm, composed gait.