#jiang qingchen

[lizhly-writes]

considering my characters. sometimes i wonder if i should stop tormenting this anxious teenage boy, especially since he isn't technically supposed to exist? he is a complete side tangent to the story i should be writing. is there a point in making him suffer?

yes, actually. the point in making him suffer is that it makes me happy.

[lizhly-writes]

my original fiction: i'm proud to say it's gotten stupider

Despite the fact that Jiang Qingchen was the topic of the argument, both of the involved participants seem to have forgotten he existed. This was, in a weird twisted way, comfortably familiar. After all, his parents did the same thing. In the heat of the moment, they always forgot that Jiang Qingchen had eyes and ears and therefore could perceive everything they were yelling about him.

“ -- and what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. I’m happy for you. That you’ve… had a thriving relationship. While we were in a relationship. Apparently.”

“For the last time, I was not cheating on you--”

“You don’t have to justify yourself to me, it’s fine that apparently, you had some other bitch on the side-- when did you even have time to do that? Your time management is amazing --”

Silently, Jiang Qingchen contemplated the alternate version of his father and his ex-boyfriend. Did his father back home also like men? Was that why he resented Mother so much?

“Are you fucking serious? There was no bitch on the side--”

“Liwei, there is a fourteen year-old child with your genetic material. You’re the father – and if you’re the father you must have fucked somebody --”

Maybe Yang Haoran should have explored his sexuality before he married Jiang Mingxi? Was that the moral of the dimension travel journey that Jiang Qingchen was supposed to learn?

“-- do you even care? Even if that was my kid, so what? Should I care what you think? You didn’t care when you--”

“We are not talking about this right now--”

“Yeah? When are we going to talk about it? Every time I try to have a conversation with you, you run away--”

“Has anyone told you that you’re difficult to talk to?”

“What, are you saying it’s my fault?”

“Should we maybe get out of this alley?” Jiang Qingchen inquired.

Both men immediately turned in his direction. This was sort of scary, but Jiang Qingchen was supposed to be the brave and uncompromising heir of a large company. As always, he endeavored to show no fear, even if he would rather be somewhere else right now.

[lizhly-writes]

should i be writing this? no. here it is anyway.

The thing was that Chen Liwei was very blatantly not Yang Haoran.  They might have shared the same face, but there were enough differences in the way they talked and walked that it was easy for Jiang Qingchen to separate them in his mind.

Jiang Mingxi, on the other hand, was very clearly a younger version of his mother. 

“Hi,” Jiang Qingchen said weakly.  Running into Chen Liwei was a random stroke of luck.  Running into Jiang Mingxi should have been near-impossible.  Regardless...

Jiang Mingxi frowned faintly as she looked him up and down.  He could already figure out what she was thinking, with her eyes lingering on his slouched posture and stupid expression.  Hastily, he straightened up and lifted his chin, folding his hands neatly behind his back.  “Hello, ma’am.”

The expression on her face didn’t change.  Was his first impression that bad?  Even though this Jiang Mingxi wasn’t his Jiang Mingxi, Jiang Qingchen still didn’t want to disappoint her.

“... I was looking for Chen Liwei,” Jiang Mingxi said.  “Where is he?”

“He said he was going to talk with Assistant Manager Chang on floor two,” Jiang Qingchen said. 

Jiang Mingxi’s frown deepened.  Jiang Qingchen wanted to cry.  “I see,” she said, hopefully ignorant of Jiang Qingchen’s actual emotions.  “Let him know I’ll come back later.” 

Jiang Qingchen bowed his head.  “Yes, ma’am, I’ll be sure to do that.”

This could have been the end of the conversation.  It was not; instead of leaving Chen Liwei’s office, Jiang Mingxi took a step forward, narrowing her eyes at Jiang Qingchen.  “You are... a relative of Chen Liwei.”

“... Yes, ma’am.”

“I wasn’t aware he had any family.”

Jiang Qingchen smiled tightly. “Our exact relation is a little distant.”

“Is that so,” Jiang Mingxi said.  Her gaze was uncomfortably scrutinizing.  In the end, she must be thinking the same thing as always: you look just like your father.

[lizhly-writes]

here have the crossover au of my og fic again

Jiang Qingchen sat stiffly, back straight and chin high. His kidnapper – expensive suit, messily unbuttoned, something heavy lining the pockets – smiled. “Hey, kid.”

“Hello, sir,” Jiang Qingchen said.

“So.” The kidnapper leaned in. “I’ve heard you know my PA.”

“Sorry, sir?”

The pockets. What was in the pockets? If it was a knife – well, his father always said that he was blessed with his mother’s constitution. Someone had tried to stab Mother once, and it had mostly just made her mad. Jiang Qingchen wasn’t that durable yet, but he could probably take a knife.

If it was a gun --

Who was Jiang Qingchen kidding. It was probably a gun.

The kidnapper was still talking. “You know? Youxuan. Your dad’s ex-boyfriend.”

Jiang Qingchen paused. “My dad’s ex-boyfriend is your PA?” he said slowly.

“Oh yeah,” the kidnapper said. “Surprised? Me too. I had no idea Youxuan used to have a proper love life. Always figured he was more of a one-night stand kind of guy. But you never really know people, do you?”

Apparently not.

Wu Youxuan was… Wu Youxuan. Nice enough to Jiang Qingchen, if not particularly willing to talk to him. Jiang Qingchen had not really thought much more than that, having much weirder things to think about, like the alternate version of his father and his strangely familiar aunt. But apparently, Jiang Qingchen should have thought a lot more about Wu Youxuan’s ability to get fast lab results and into messy situations, if he was some suspicious man’s PA.

“Looked like it was a messy breakup,” his kidnapper continued. “And you, right there in the middle. Awkward, isn’t it?”

“… I wouldn’t know. Sir.”

“Nonsense,” the man said cheerfully. “I have it on good authority you’ve been standing right there while they’re arguing. Didn’t your dad bring you and Youxuan home one time, and your aunt had to kick both of them out because they wouldn’t stop picking a fight?”

That. That was. True.

That was worryingly true. That had happened a grand total of once, when Chen Liwei had dragged Wu Youxuan to his apartment to bandage him up. Certainly, Wu Youxuan could have mentioned this to his apparently-boss, but was this the sort of thing you mentioned to your superiors?

“Does your aunt treat you kindly?” the kidnapper said. “She seems nice enough, but you can never really trust what you see on TV, can you? But then again, she did make you a cup of tea and give you something sweet to eat, didn’t she?”

… Wu Youxuan hadn’t… Wu Youxuan hadn’t been paying attention when that was happening. Chen Lihua had gotten him all that while Wu Youxuan had been starting up a screaming argument with Chen Liwei.

“Your aunt likes baking,” his kidnapper said. “She doesn’t think she’s very good at it, but she’s been working on it recently. She likes making pretty things. Like… cake? Strawberry cake? She made it just the day before she gave it to you. Very good with jasmine tea, right?”

Jiang Qingchen stared.

Wu Youxuan. Wu Youxuan did not know that.

His kidnapper was still smiling.

“All of that is very good for distracting the children from their parent’s fights. After all, your dad doesn’t seem to have parted ways amicably with my PA.”

“… It isn’t my business,” Jiang Qingchen said. “Sir.”

“Not your business?” His kidnapper clicked his tongue. “Come on, now. Is it because you don’t want to get involved with adult affairs? But you are the son, aren’t you? Some people would say you’re inherently involved.”

“...I’m not the son. Sir.”

“Really. That’s interesting. See, I have a set of lab results that say otherwise.”

[lizhly-writes]

May 13, 2026

Have I finished my backlog? No. Am I jumping in here again anyway? Yup.

gsgw rbb *

fth 1 *

anthology 2026 *

wip doc

1000 words

* this file will not be shared from, please specify a different filename from the above or you will get a completely random assortment of words.

And now, words under the cut:

“Hey, Qingchen – can I call you Qingchen? A-Chen.”

“Sir,” Jiang Qingchen said stiffly.

“A-Chen,” Tian Yiming continued, with no regard for Jiang Qingchen’s input at all. “I did some digging. Your dad’s Chen Liwei. Your mom – well, you haven’t told anyone about your mom. You know how disappointed your auntie is about that? She asks you so many questions about her sister-in-law, and you answer none of them? Wow, aren’t you ashamed of disappointing your elders?”

Jiang Qingchen stared at the wall in front of him and thought about the Chens’ apartment. Lots of shelves, lots of knick-knacks, lots of places for bugs to hide. That was the only way Tian Yiming could know things to this level of detail, right? Chen Lihua didn’t talk much about their relationship except when she was home, where it was safe.

It was supposed to be safe, anyway. When exactly had it become compromised?

“But like I said: I did some digging. I’ve got a guess.” Tian Yiming settled a companionable arm around Jiang Qingchen’s shoulders. “Your mother is Jiang Mingxi, right?”

Jiang Qingchen continued staring at the wall.

“Rhetorical question, by the way,” Tian Yiming said. “I know I’m right. Come on, you’re not even really trying to hide it. Jiang Qingchen, huh?”

“… That’s just my name.”

“Sure, of course. Hey, A-Chen, has anyone ever said you look just like your mother?”

[lizhly-writes]

dug through my wip document and found this, here you go

"You are the first young master of the Jiang family," Father said, dignified as always, hands clasped behind his back. "There are certain things expected of this role."

Jiang Qingchen inwardly sighed. Father had been really nice for a day or so, but he was only ever really nice to Yang Qingyun. For Jiang Qingchen, it would eventually evaporate into criticism. Of course the Jiang heir needed to hear about all of his mistakes, how else would he possibly learn?

"I'm sorry I got kidnapped," Jiang Qingchen said.

"There's no point in apologies," Father said, which Jiang Qingchen had unfortunately expected. "What's important is that we bury your enemies."

This was... less expected.

“What,” Jiang Qingchen said blankly.

Father raised an eyebrow. “Did I make myself unclear? We’re burying your enemies.”

“No, I… I heard that, I just – aren’t you angry?”

There was a pause. The corners of Father’s mouth turned slightly downward. “I am angry,” he said slowly. “And because I am angry, we are burying your enemies. A-Chen, pay attention. You’re normally better at following logic than this.”

“I am paying attention,” Jiang Qingchen said hastily. “It’s just – aren’t you angry at me?”

Now Father was actually frowning. “You think I’m angry at you for… getting kidnapped?”

“...Yes…?”

[lizhly-writes]

@somefishycat @zyrafowe-sny @whimsicalmeerkat annnnnd now we have a totally random assessment of words! AKA ill-advised au where I've given two characters kids (they should not be having kids together) (they're fine for now)

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Jiang Mingxi didn’t really like children. This was less a statement about children and more a statement about people. In general, she didn’t really know what to do with them. Children, despite their size and ignorance about the workings of life, were still people; Jiang Mingxi and people did not get along.

She hadn’t thought about how this would apply to her own children, but in retrospect, the answer had been obvious. There had been no instant connection to the child, no maternal instinct telling her what she was supposed to do. Faced with the prospect of holding a baby – any baby -- Jiang Mingxi was left only with the conviction that she was somehow unqualified for it.

The baby didn’t soothe her feelings about this. The baby only stared at her with big, dark eyes, as if it, too, was judging her.

“You’re holding A-Chen like he’s a bomb,” Yang Haoran said dryly. “He’s a baby, he’s not going to explode.”

“You don’t know that,” Jiang Mingxi said.

Yang Haoran huffed and took the baby from her. “A-Chen isn’t going to bite you. I wish A-Chen would bite you – but A-Chen is so good, he’s so well-behaved, do you know how many parents would be jealous of having a baby like you? That’s right, A-Chen is the best --”

It was weird, watching Yang Haoran dissolve into cooing over the baby. Jiang Mingxi had been certain he also didn’t really like children. By default, he was better at them than Jiang Mingxi was, as how he was generally better at people, but he’d expressed great distaste at at the concept of actually having them.

Then the baby was born and Yang Haoran was suddenly and severely afflicted with parental sappiness, to the point where Jiang Mingxi was mildly unsettled by it. Yang Haoran had never been this nice to anyone or anything in his entire life. Parenthood had changed him in strange and unnerving ways.

“I wish he’d bite people,” Yang Haoran said, stroking the baby’s head. “When he gets teeth, he should bite people, it’s good for him.”

“… Really?” said Jiang Mingxi, who distinctly remembered being told not to bite people as a child.

“He needs to defend himself from strangers,” Yang Haoran said righteously. “Of course it’s not good to put dirty things in his mouth, but breaking the skin should scare people off.”

Jiang Mingxi didn’t know very much about parenting, but this didn’t seem correct.

“Are you… planning on handing the baby to strangers?” Jiang Mingxi said, perplexed.

Yang Haoran glared at her like she’d just suggested dropping the baby in molten lava. “As if.”

“Then why--”

“He needs to be prepared on the off-chance it happens,” Yang Haoran said. “I don’t see why you’re trying to argue with me about this. You liked biting people all the time.”

This was true.

“Mostly, you liked biting me.”

This was still, unfortunately, true.

“Why are you talking about this,” Jiang Mingxi said.

“Actually,” Yang Haoran said, starting to sound dangerously amused, “you still like biting me, don’t you?”

Jiang Mingxi’s head snapped towards Yang Haoran so quickly that it felt like she’d broken her neck.

She wasn’t a little kid anymore; she didn’t pick fights where biting was a viable winning strategy. The only context in which she was still biting anyone at all – Yang Haoran specifically -- was during sex.

They didn’t talk about sex. They’d spent a good number of years pretending they hadn’t been fucking each other, and this had extended even after their marriage. The habit was strong enough that she could barely believe what he’d just said, except there was literally no other way she could interpret it.

Yang Haoran had a pretty smile on his face. Something almost playful, not that dangerous, sharp-edged thing he’d directed at her for almost the entirety of their acquaintance. He’d tilted his head ever-so-slightly to the side, baring his neck just enough to give her easier access if Jiang Mingxi really did want to sink her teeth in.

Was that an invitation. Was this flirting.

“You’re making such a stupid face right now,” Yang Haoran said. “What kind of shit are you thinking, huh?”

[lizhly-writes]

welp, i made some new, entirely irrelevant ocs and a new dumb au

Father had wanted all of his children to have his surname.  But the entire reason Father and Mother were married to begin with was to continue the Jiang family line.  Yang Haoran wasn’t supposed to have any children surnamed Yang at all.

“But your mother wanted a second child,” Father said, smiling sharply, mean as always when he had to talk about Mother.  “She had her heir and she wanted a spare, if you will.  I told her if she wanted another one, then she could at least give me one with my name.  So.  That’s why you two don’t have the same name.  Any other questions?”

Father would answer pretty much anything, if prompted.  He usually wasn’t very nice about it.

Jiang Qingchen swallowed.  “No, Father,” he said – or at least he tried to say, because at that point, Yang Qingyun said, “Dad, are we still getting ice cream at XiaXia’s?”

Father’s smile didn’t become nice, exactly, but it lost its edges.  “Yes, of course, I said we were going to, why would you think we wouldn’t.”

And then they got ice cream, and then Father got distracted by Yang Qingyun, who was, overall, much better at distracting Father than Jiang Qingchen was.

A lot of it had to do with Yang Qingyun’s personality, but Jiang Qingchen was certain at least part of it was due to the fact that he was Yang Qingyun – the child that his father wanted that was all his, no Jiang obligation attached at all.

“Your brother likely won’t inherit,” Father said offhandedly.  “Spare, yes, I know I said – but since he has my name, it’s highly unlikely your mother will consider him a candidate for your position.  Of course, if we have another child, that one will be a Jiang, and maybe you’ll need to worry, but–” he laughed – “you’re already so old.  You’ll have an advantage.  There, you won’t need to compete at all, see?”