Love of CEO

24.2

Wei Ying stirred from his sleep, rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the light filtering through the room. Slowly, he opened them and took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The elegant and tastefully decorated cabin made him freeze momentarily, unsure of where he was.

A pang of fear jolted through him as he sat up abruptly, scanning the room. The couch he was on was soft, and the blanket wrapped around him smelled of sandalwood, its calming scent easing some of his initial panic.

The sound of a door opening caught his attention, and Wei Ying whipped his head around. A young man emerged from the washroom, his face vaguely familiar. Wei Ying instinctively got defensive, clutching the blanket tightly, until recognition dawned on him. This was the person who had escorted him to the waiting room earlier.

"Hello, Mr. Wei Wuxian," the young man began, offering a polite smile. "My name is Lan Jingyi, and I'm the trusted secretary of Mr. Lan Wangji."

Wei Ying blinked, confused but listening as Jingyi continued, "You're probably wondering how you ended up here. Well, let me tell you, my boss-being the absolute prince charming that he is-carried you up here himself. He tucked you in with this very blanket you're holding onto. He left for some urgent work but instructed me to take care of you. So, here I am!"

Lan Jingyi's enthusiasm was palpable as he added with a proud smile, "Now, are you feeling better? Do you need anything? Tea, water, snacks? Whatever you want, I'll arrange it because, you know, I am the best secretary of Mr. Lan Wangji."

Wei Ying stared at him, his expression a mix of bewilderment and amusement. His head throbbed faintly as Jingyi's endless chatter filled the room. How much does this guy talk? Wei Ying thought, his lips twitching with the ghost of a smile despite himself. My head is already aching, and now it's worse thanks to this secretary's speech.

He sighed and rubbed his temples. "Uh... thanks... Lan Jingyi, right? I think I'm fine. Maybe just... a glass of water?"

Jingyi beamed, clapping his hands together. "Water! Coming right up! One glass of perfectly refreshing water for our VIP guest!" He dashed off before Wei Ying could respond, leaving him shaking his head in disbelief.

"Prince charming, huh?" Wei Ying muttered under his breath, his heart skipping a beat as he imagined Lan Wangji's stoic face. He didn't know why but earlier when he hugged Wangji in helplessness he found so much comfort in that hug. Like the are made for to embraced him.

"No! Stupid Wei Ying, you have a boyfriend," Wei Ying muttered to himself, shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts. "That monkey just helped you because it was his receptionist who said those awful things. That's all!" He huffed, trying to distract himself, but the warmth creeping up his cheeks betrayed his resolve.

Jingyi returned with a glass of water, breaking Wei Ying's internal monologue. "Here you go, fresh and chilled!" he chirped, handing it to him.

Wei Ying took the glass gratefully and sipped the water, calming his nerves. Just as he placed the empty glass down, the door opened, and Lan Wangji stepped inside, a small bag in his hand.

Their eyes met instantly, and time seemed to pause. Wei Ying's breath hitched as he stared at Wangji, who was already looking at him with an unreadable expression. Neither of them spoke, the silence between them thick with unspoken words.

Lan Jingyi, still standing nearby, felt like he was intruding on something special. Though his curiosity burned to stay and witness more of the interaction, he knew better. If I linger, Boss will scold me for sure, he thought, biting back a grin.

Bowing politely, Jingyi announced, "I'll leave you two now." Without waiting for a reply, he swiftly exited the room, closing the door behind him.

The air in the cabin grew heavier as Wei Ying and Lan Wangji remained frozen, still caught in their silent exchange. Finally, Wangji took a slow step forward, his deep gaze never wavering. "Are you feeling better?" he asked softly, his voice filled with quiet concern.

Lan Wangji sat on the opposite couch, placing the bag gently on the table. Wei Ying's eyes followed his every movement, curiosity flickering in his gaze.

"I'm good. Umm... thank you for consoling me and taking care of me," Wei Ying said sincerely, his tone surprisingly soft. Despite his usual playful and bratty demeanor, his heart was pure, and he always showed gratitude for genuine kindness.

Lan Wangji's lips curved into a barely-there smile. "Okay. Now forget about what happened," he replied calmly, gesturing toward the bag. "I brought food for you. It's already past lunchtime, and you must be hungry."

Wei Ying tilted his head, his playful side resurfacing. "No! I don't eat food from unknown places. What if it's not tasty enough?" he replied with a pout, crossing his arms dramatically.

Lan Wangji sighed, used to Wei Ying's antics by now. Without a word, he took out the food, served it neatly on a plate, and placed it in front of Wei Ying. "This isn't from some random place," he said, his voice steady. "I made it. Try it, and you'll see-it's super tasty."

Wei Ying's eyes widened in surprise. "You made it? You? Seriously? You know how to cook?"

Lan Wangji nodded, his expression serene. "I live alone because of work. Cooking is necessary, so I learned."

Wei Ying looked at him incredulously but didn't argue further. His stomach growled softly, betraying his hunger, and he glanced at the plate. The food looked delicious, and though his pride told him to refuse, his hunger won out. Picking up the plate, he started eating, trying to mask his excitement.

Lan Wangji watched him intently, his gaze warm but unreadable.

"What?" Wei Ying asked, catching the look.

"How is it?" Wangji asked simply.

Wei Ying shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "It's... okay. Edible, I guess," he replied with a hint of sass, though his quick bites betrayed his true feelings. The food was fantastic, but there was no way he was going to admit that outright.

Lan Wangji didn't press further, content to sit quietly and observe. Watching Wei Ying eat with such enthusiasm filled him with a quiet sense of satisfaction. Wei Ying looked content and happy, his earlier distress fading.

That's all that matters, Wangji thought to himself, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

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