Sangchengmonth2020 (on ao3) ((note: this is a continuation of day 8: The Fanciful Courtship)
Day 31: Marriage (the last one!!! Finally!!! No more fic challenge for me)
“Are you out of your mind,” Wei Wuxian shrieked at Sect Leader Nie, an ill-advised thing to do, “That day is not nearly as auspicious. Look at this day.” He thrust a calendar in the Sect Leader’s face, far too close for Nie Mingjue to have any hope of reading it. “This is a much better day for a wedding.”
The calendar hid Nie Mingjue’s quickly reddening face.
“Are you out of your mind?” Nie Mingjue roared back, shoving the calendar and Wei Wuxian away.
Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng watched from afar the table where both Nie Mingjue and Wei Wuxian were seated as well as an unfortunate number of aunties, the bloodthistier of them all present.
Neither Nie Huaisang nor Jiang Cheng had been invited to the wedding planning, their opinion on the matter deemed unimportant. Even Jiang Yanli had a say and she wasn’t even here, having sent a list of her demands ahead of time.
“Should we tell them our courtship is a farce?” Nie Huaisang asked.
“No.” Jiang Cheng watched as the aunties smiled. He’d never seen them smile so much. Their smiles were not pleasant and did not distract from their long, sharp, perfectly manicured claws.
The screaming continued as Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng walked away in a completely-casual-and-not-at-all-fleeing manner.
***
The wedding arguments became commonplace around Lotus Pier. Jiang Cheng got used to it; the shouting and the occasional sounds of fistfights fading into the background as he continued doing actually important work.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Nie Mingjue said, “We can’t seat him there; Madame Kuang hates him and is likely to stab him with the dessert spoon—if they even manage to get that far in the meal,”
“An even better reason to put him there,” Wei Wuxian said.
“He is a sect leader. You will show some respect.”
“Oh, please. Don’t act all high and mighty; you don’t like him either.”
“Of course not; Sect Leader Yao is the most intolerable man I’ve ever met.”
***
“Would it be so bad if we were to marry?” Nie Huaisang asked in between brush strokes, eyes on his most recent painting.
Jiang Cheng dipped his bare feet into the cool waters, ripples dancing over the surface of the lake. They were seated in Nie Huaisang’s preferred pier—the lighting here was especially flattering to the lotuses. Apparently.
“Marriages of convenience happen all the time,” Jiang Cheng not-answered. It wouldn’t be the worst thing to be married to Nie Huaisang, he thought, but he didn’t want to be the first to admit that out loud.
“What do married couples even do?”
“I don’t know. Hold hands, pretend to be happy whenever official dignitaries come to visit, try not to make it obvious how many mistresses they have.”
Nie Huaisang made a face at that.
“Anyway,” Jiang Cheng continued, “I don’t think we have a choice anymore.”
“At least they won’t be expecting us to produce any heirs.”
It was Jiang Cheng’s turn to make a face.
Nie Huaisang returned to his painting as Jiang Cheng continued to sway his feet in the water, the calm of the afternoon only disturbed by Wei Wuxian and Nie Mingjue’s distant shouting.
“Nie Huaisang is joining the Jiang household, therefore the purple napkins would be more appropriate!” Wei Wuxian screeched.
“Purple and red? I’ve never heard of something so ridiculous. Grey and red is a much more pleasing combination,” Nie Mingjue screeched just as stridently.
***
Jiang Yanli arriving months before the wedding was unexpected but not altogether surprising. Wei Wuxian’s letters regarding the planning hadn’t been frequent enough for her liking (ignoring the fact that, per her request, Wei Wuxian had been writing to her every day about every minute detail from which shade of red best suited Jiang Cheng’s skin tone to the exact number of red dates ordered for the big day).
Jiang Cheng had barely hugged her before she was marching away, dragging both Wei Wuxian and Nie Mingjue with her. Jiang Cheng hadn’t known Ajie had such amazing upper body strength.
“She’s going to eat them alive,” Nie Huaisang said.
***
Lotus Pier became much quieter after that, the kind of quiet that came with prey trying to go unnoticed by the predator skulking about, roaming, searching for its next kill, for the next poorly arranged flower display or the next happiness symbol out of place. But there was less shouting. Jiang Yanli didn’t shout; she was much too dignified for that. Instead, she smiled prettily while telling everyone in a kind and calm manner exactly why they were all morons and why they would be going with her ideas instead.
“Stop pestering me,” Nie Mingjue whispered down from the ladder, “I know what I’m doing.”
“Listen here, you over-muscled brut.” Wei Wuxian whispered back, brandishing Chenqing as close to Nie Mingjue’s face as he could get when he had to contend with both Nie Mingjue’s naturally superior height and a ladder, “If you don’t stop with your nonsense, I’m going to have you slaughtered, then use your corpse as a puppet and make it hang up the lanterns the correct way.”
“Now, now, boys.” Jiang Yanli said, appearing out of nowhere. Both of the fully grown men—each a powerful cultivator in his own right—flinched, the ladder wobbling precariously. “There’s no need to argue; everything will be perfect.”
In a certain light, her smile almost looked like Mother’s.
***
Jiang Cheng muttered, “I think we might have taken this fake courtship too far.”
Nie Huaisang grimaced slightly in agreement.
Standing in front of the shrine, surrounded by family, friends and unfortunate guests they couldn’t not invite without causing a sect feud, dressed from head to toe in intricately embroidered red robes, Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang knelt down, side by side and kowtowed to Heaven, Earth and their family, declaring their union to the Universe as Wei Wuxian and Nie Mingjue cried their hearts out.
The aunties’ smiles were all teeth. Ajie’s smile was worse.
Sect leader Lan is in seclusion, sect leader Jin is a baby; only two of the four great clans are stable enough to manage the entire cultivation world. They are not happy about it
sangchengber day 17: fans! this has come up several times but i LOVE huaisang with battle fans, especially huaisang with battle fans against jiang cheng who’s never fought such a weapon before. he gets the drop a few times before jc is able to start countering him effectively!! (the fans also have sharp edges because i said so :D)
Summary: Nie Huaisang is awoken one night by a distraught Jiang Cheng. In the days that follow, Nie Huaisang comes to protect Jiang Cheng and, incidentally, finds his love requited.Written for SangCheng Month day 5 - family!
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Pairing: Sangcheng
Rating: T
Warnings: Homophobia, parental abuse
Word count: 1756
“Please tell me you’re awake.”
Nie Huaisang groans into the phone receiver. He checks the time on the bedside clock. 2:18 in the morning. He hears Jiang Cheng release a shuddering breath from the other side of the call.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m awake,” Nie Huaisang mumbles. “Where are you? What’s going on?”
“At the bus stop near—nearest my house.” The wobble in Jiang Cheng’s voice makes Nie Huaisang sit up. “Can you, I don’t know—can you pick me up? I-I didn’t take my car keys. I just stuffed a bunch of things in my backpack, I don’t even know if I grabbed my toothbrush, I—”
“I’m on my way, Jiang Cheng,” Nie Huaisang promises as he hurries out of bed and slips on a winter coat. “Don’t hang up and stay where you are, I’ll be there soon.”
~~~
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jiang Cheng whispers as Nie Huaisang leads him into the house. “I woke you up for nothing, I’m sorry.”
“It’s not nothing,” Nie Huaisang promises while he slips off his shoes. “You needed help. I’m glad you woke me.” He idly plays with the hair at Jiang Cheng’s neck as he watches his friend remove his own shoes. The bright red glitter on white faux leather betray that they belong to Wei Wuxian. “Want to tell me what happened?”
Jiang Cheng bites his lip and shakes his head. There’s a pink mark against his cheek and bruising on his knuckles. True to his word, Jiang Cheng is only carrying his stuffed purple backpack. He isn’t at all dressed for the winter weather outside. Nie Huaisang can easily guess what happened tonight.
“That’s fine,” Nie Huaisang promises. His hand moves from Jiang Cheng’s neck to the middle of his back, pushing him into the foyer and then up the stairs. “I won’t pry. You can stay as long as you need.”
“Thank you,” Jiang Cheng mumbles. Notably, he doesn’t argue when Nie Huaisang leads him into his bedroom. Even more notably, he doesn’t relax until he’s curled up under Nie Huaisang’s sheets, encased in his friend’s scent.
Nie Huaisang doesn’t say anything. He swallows down his own fluster, his own bursting feelings for Jiang Cheng, and settles into bed next to his long-time friend.
~~~
“Is Jiang Cheng with you?”
Nie Huaisang squints at the alarm clock. 11:31 in the morning. Then he turns his head to check on his bed partner. “Yeah,” Nie Huaisang answers, “he’s sleeping next to me.”
“You better not have taken advantage!” Wei Wuxian threatens from the other end of the call.
Nie Huaisang sighs. “Who the fuck do you think I am, Wuxian? I wouldn’t do that to anyone, let alone your brother.”
“Right. Sorry.” Wei Wuxian doesn’t sound sorry at all. “Keep him at your place for a few days, okay? A-jie and I will figure things out.”
“Good luck,” Nie Huaisang replies, meaning it. “Hey, before you go, answer me a question.”
“Shoot.”
“Which parent hit him?”
Wei Wuxian goes tellingly quiet. Then, in a strained whisper, “Uncle.”
Nie Huaisang hums into the receiver. “Don’t forget you have the Nies on your side. We’ll be here when you need us.”
“…Thank you, Huaisang,” Wei Wuxian replies in a tight, broken voice.
“Stay strong, Wuxian. I’ll keep your brother safe.”
~~~
Jiang Cheng sleeps most of the first day. When he finally comes downstairs, the sun has already begun to make way for night. He eats breakfast/dinner and only responds to Nie Huaisang and Nie Mingjue in short, conversation-ending sentences. Neither brother bothers him about it. When his food is done, he returns to Nie Huaisang’s bed, curled up but unable to sleep. Nie Huaisang watches My Neighbor Totoro with him that night.
Jiang Cheng spends most of the second morning in Nie Mingjue’s training room. He screams as he pummels training dummies and sandbags and very nearly breaks a wooden sword after using it like a bat. When he finally tires himself out, Nie Huaisang treats his injured knuckles and cleans sweat from his face. Jiang Cheng cries quietly into Nie Huaisang’s shoulder before dragging himself to take his first bath in three days.
That second night, Jiang Cheng finds himself under a blanket and sandwich between the Nie brothers as they watch Ponyo. He falls asleep with his head in Nie Huaisang’s lap and his legs sprawled over Nie Mingjue’s.
On the third day, Jiang Cheng finally tells the story. A little over a week ago, Jiang Cheng defended Jiang Yanli’s decision to pursue a same-sex relationship in spite of their mother’s judgment. Jiang Cheng’s argument was that their parents had approved of Wei Wuxian’s relationship with Lan Wangji. Plus, with modern technology, Jiang Yanli could still carry on biological children if she eventually married Wen Qing. Between the arguments of both her children, Yu Ziyuan eventually agreed to Jiang Yanli’s relationship.
They thought the issue was over with. But then Jiang Fengmian said, “You two are not Wei Wuxian.”
The implication was clear. Wei Wuxian, despite being legally adopted and cared for by the Jiangs, was, somehow, not beholden to the same rules as Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng. That two decades of living as a Jiang son and brother did not grant him the same status as his adopted siblings. That his freedom to love who he wanted was no different than an ostracization from his only family.
Moreover, Jiang Fengmian was aware of Jiang Cheng’s sexuality, even though the man in question had yet to come out to parents. What was worse, Jiang Fengmian would not accept Jiang Cheng’s orientation, because he was ‘not Wei Wuxian’. Angered, frustrated, but frozen, Jiang Cheng dropped the subject. But the slight boiled under his skin, festering as Yu Ziyuan argued on her children’s behalf.
It all came to a head when Jiang Cheng snapped and demanded his father’s approval. Only reprimands left Jiang Fengmian’s lips. Jiang Cheng got up in his father’s face, demanding recognition for Wei Wuxian, approval for Jiang Yanli, apologies for Yu Ziyuan. Jiang Fengmian slapped his son.
Broken, confused, exhausted—Jiang Cheng left his fist on Jiang Fengmian’s jaw and on the wall. He left that night, ignoring his siblings’ desperate pleas for him to stay. He couldn’t remain in that home. Not anymore.
When Jiang Cheng finishes his story, Nie Huaisang holds him close while Nie Mingjue storms off to the training room.
“I won’t let him near you again,” Nie Huaisang promises. Jiang Cheng is too tired to argue.
~~~
They manage to enjoy a relatively normal fourth day. They agree to go shopping to make up for whatever Jiang Cheng didn’t grab. Jiang Cheng borrows clothes from Nie Mingjue and a coat from Nie Huaisang. Even in oversized clothes and an unflattering peacoat, he looks better than he has in years.
They travel to a shopping center one city over. At one point, Nie Huaisang spots one of his favorite stores and grabs Jiang Cheng’s hand to drag him in. Nie Huaisang tries not to freak out when he realizes, nearly an hour later, that Jiang Cheng has not let go.
~~~
On the fifth night, Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng are making s’mores over the stove.
“Okay,” Jiang Cheng suddenly says, “You have to pick one. Wonder Woman or Deadpool?”
“So between my dominatrix mommy or my friend with benefits?” Nie Huaisang snarks.
Around a bite of s’more, Jiang Cheng says, “Absolutely.”
“Probably Wonder Woman, then,” Nie Huaisang answers as he grabs a handful of marshmallows and pops two in his mouth. “Gal Godot looks like she would give the best kisses after sex. I wouldn’t trust Ryan Reynolds to take me to dinner afterwards.”
Jiang Cheng snorts. “Okay. How about Ponyo versus Totoro?”
“For?”
“In general. Who would you pick?”
Nie Huaisang laughs and makes a s’more. “Totoro, duh. Best cuddler.”
“I can cuddle better than him,” Jiang Cheng grumbles.
Nie Huaisang does his best not to think about cuddling Jiang Cheng. It’s been hard enough sharing a bed with his friend the past four nights. If he was given cuddling privileges, he might just skip right to kissing Jiang Cheng breathless. “I’m sure you can,” Nie Huaisang says instead of begging for Jiang Cheng’s affection. “You’ve got good arm muscles.”
Jiang Cheng goes quiet. Stares at Nie Huaisang with an unreadable face. Soon Jiang Cheng suddenly affixes his arm to Nie Huaisang’s waist and pulls him close, Nie shoulder colliding with Jiang chest.
“G-good?” Jiang Cheng asks, a noticeable squeak to his voice.
Nie Huaisang looks up at him. He slips his arm around Jiang Cheng’s waist as well and tries, probably fails, to smile confidently up at him. “It’s good. Really good.”
Jiang Cheng stammers some more, unable to form any words, before he gives up and squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn’t move an inch. Eventually, Nie Huaisang realizes it’s an invitation. He gladly accepts.
Kissing Jiang Cheng nearly makes his heart burst. But he powers on, pushing Jiang Cheng against the counter, stealing one, two, more kisses from the most perfect boy to ever exist. Jiang Cheng pushes on, as well, meeting every kiss with clumsy but determined lips. Soon the nervousness turns into unbridled joy, lighting up every pore in Nie Huaisang’s skin as he acts on so many bottled-up desires all at once.
When they finally break apart, Nie Huaisang bursts into laughter. He hugs Jiang Cheng, rubbing his head against Jiang Cheng’s chest. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that!”
He hears Jiang Cheng swallow. “Me too. For a really, really long time, Huaisang.”
Nie Huaisang meets his eyes, drinks in the cherry red on Jiang Cheng’s cheeks. “Well, now we’ll have plenty of time for this, huh?”
Jiang Cheng chuckles lightly and kisses him again. “I guess so.”
~~~
Wei Wuxian calls again a week later. Things back home still aren’t looking good. Jiang Fengmian wants to know where Jiang Cheng went, but nobody will tell him. At this rate, Jiang Yanli might move out, as well. Wei Wuxian himself already has arrangements to stay with Lan Wangji.
Curled up against the sleeping form of his boyfriend, Nie Huaisang promises Wei Wuxian that he and his sister will always have a place with the Nies. When the call ends, Nie Huaisang rolls over and watches Jiang Cheng’s face. He is peaceful like this. Happy. Nie Huaisang will not soon let that end.
“I love you,” he whispers, a promise of safety etched into every word.
Hi! This a little SangCheng fic I wrote because I was feeling odd and strange for no reason and writing always helped me clear my mind. Beside that, I saw a reblog @theresa-draws about a SangCheng month and if you squint enough you may see a Day 1: Childhood friends here. Well, that said, thank you for reading this and enjoy!
Jiang Cheng has been feeling odd and idly for quite some time now, not able to know how to fix that nor how to express he was feeling that. The last time he felt these was on the last day of school, when they were about to take their admissions exams and he was certain he would not pass. Along with that, he had a huge fight with the only person that took time to actually listen to him and they weren’t talking, but that was not Nie Huaisang’s fault. He knew that his parents wanted him to do a business major or something alike so that the company would have an eligible heir. He wanted that too, but there was a wrong feeling about it, like it was him who was living his life.
Last time he felt like there was a ball of strings that looked like could never be disentangled, he was at his and Wei Wuxian’s room at Lotus Pier, curled up in a ball to muffle the crying. Jiang Cheng knew that Wei Wuxian was right there, beside him, hearing his crying and sniffs and silent screams and he too knew that the other wasn’t coming to hug him or lay beside him in his bed. He wouldn’t, but not because he didn’t care or because he thought Jiang Cheng was weak for crying when there was no reason to cry at all, he wouldn’t come because he too was too worked up on his own projects and worries to realize what was going on in the bed right next to him. And Jiang Cheng felt stupid for blaming and getting angry at his brother because of it.
Now, he was feeling exactly like two years ago. Odd, static and helpless. Not that his breakdowns were so sporadic, they happened on a daily basis, but since he went to college and started living with Nie Huaisang, they had decreased. Which was good if he took Huaisang’s opinion on consideration, and he did. Yet, a decrease isn’t the same as stopping and he was pretty sure he was having one of those once again.
It was a horrible feeling to feel at the same intensity as from before, like there was a giant ball in the pit of his stomach, sometimes it was black, sometimes it was white. Nonetheless, it looked like it would stay there forever, holding him from doing what he wanted to, like wanted to. Looking back at his week, there wasn’t much things that should create that fucking ball. Yeah, there were some misunderstandings at it, but nothing he couldn’t handle.
Then, why was him like that? Why was him feeling this when he knew there was no reason? Why was he so weak and pathetic? Why couldn’t he overcome this already? Why was he still feeling like this? Why couldn’t he be happy? Why couldn’t he imitate Huaisang and be fucking happy and satisfied with his own life? Why had to be like this? Why was him so weak?
He was holding back the tears, face hidden in the sheets to muffle every sound he made, his hands grasping at his shirt as he tried to not alarm his roommate in the next room. {“The walls are thin, A-Cheng, so if my music bothers you, just knock or throw something at it, okay?” Huaisang said one day, smiling. Jiang Cheng never told him he didn’t mind the music as much as he was happy.} Nie Huaisang needed all the sleep he could muster up before his exhibit tomorrow, especially how he got all worked up everytime other people, beside Nie Mingjue and Jiang Cheng, saw his paintings.
“A-Cheng?” The door cracked open and Jiang Cheng tried to summon all the self-taught tricks to not show he was crying only seconds ago.
“Yes?” He answered, grimacing at how his voice sounded hoarse and broken. He wasn’t doing a good job at hiding, apparently.
“Can I come in?” Huaisang said opening it a little more. “I think I need a hug.” He added, which also could be heard as You need a hug. If he ever needed a hug, he was simply going to get one, usually attaching himself to Jiang Cheng’s back and only letting go when he felt better.
“Yeah, c’mon.” He coughed a little, clearing his throat. “What happened?”
“Da-Ge is coming here. I want to pretend that we were fighting.”
“Then why are we hugging?” He whispered, looking over his shoulder.
“Because we get sad when we fight.” He whispered back, tightening his embrace. “And because you are stressed.” He added after a while, burying his nose on Jiang Cheng’s neck. Nie Huaisang took a deep breath, feeling his friend trembling beside him, holding back the tears. “Want to tell me what happened? Today? This week?”
“Have you…” He started, after some minutes, taking deep breaths as he rearranged his thoughts in coerent words. “Have you ever felt like there is this huge, ugly and hurtful ball of emotions on the pit of your stomach? Weighing you down like a block of concrete?” Nie Huaisang knew it was a rhetorical question with no need to be answered, but he had been there and knowing that someone went for something like that helped so he nodded tightening his grip even more. “Did you ever feel like your emotions were string alike and it will never disatangle and disappear? Like everything's just building to it and making it bigger and worse?” He let out a choked noise, like a cry he tried to hold back.
“Don’t hold your tears. Please, don’t.” He whispered against his neck, massaging his chest gently. “Let it all out for me, A-Cheng.”
“I feel like I’m in a cell but the door is open and I was told that I can leave whenever I want. Yet I know that if I do, I will get beaten up by the guards and get thrown in the cell once again.” Now the tears were definitely rolling down his face, pooling up at his ear and pillow. “I don’t ha-have reasons to be feeling this. My week was good, all my days were good. Then why, why am I feeling like this?! Why am I so weak, A-Sang?!” He screamed, clutching at the hands on his chest. “Why can’t I be normal? Why am I going crazy?!” He cried, closing his eyes with such force he started a headache forming. “I feel so lost.” His voice was so broken, so sad like he didn’t believe there was anything beside that feeling. Huaisang understood what he was going through, he felt the same way when his dad died. How could he not? His dad was a father and a mother for both him and his brother. So, Nie Huaisang let him cry and clutch to him like a life-saver, humming a soothing lyrics Nie Mingjue sang to him. And Jiang Cheng cried and cried till he screamed and his voice went hoarse as the tears stopped coming. Even after that, Nie Huaisang didn’t let go of him, choosing to hold his embrace for as long as possible.
“Thank you.” Jiang Cheng at the same time Nie Huaisang started to say:
“You’re not crazy. Sorry, you were saying?”
“Go first, I feel like I have talked too much already.” He turned around his arms, scooching to the side to get in a better position. “Say something, even if it’s just about your dramas or the success of your plottings on Nie Mingjue’s company.”
“You are not going crazy, you know? And even if you were, I wouldn’t mind. Do you know why? Because there is no problem being a little crazy, especially in this fucking world.” Nie Huaisang began, wiping a stray tear away. “You are the most courageous and bold person I know. Do you think any of our friends would do what you just did? They wouldn’t.” He said resolutely and he watched as Jiang Cheng’s eyes filled with tears once again. “You are not normal, A-Cheng. Neither I am, neither is Da-ge or Wei Wuxian. We all are a little bit crazy and that’s okay. It’s just that some people are better at hiding than others.”
“Yeah, okay.” Jiang Cheng’s mouth revolved around itself, rolling his eyes.
“I’m serious. Did you ever looked at Da-ge and thought ‘This man cries every time he sees a video of a cat playing.’?” He said, holding his shoulder.
“No. He does?”
“Yeah, any video of a cute animal will have him crying in seconds. But Da-ge isn’t the focus here. You are and so are your feelings.” He rearranged himself before continuing. “You asked me if I ever felt like there was a ball at my stomach and my emotions were string alike, my answer is yes, I did. For a lot of time I did. I remember what it was like to stress over every and single thing around me, but at the same time I felt there was not a thing to be stressed about. I was going crazy and no matter how much I cried or screamed that ball never seemed to disappear.”
He breathed once, closing his eyes for a while, seeing the funeral of his father behind his eyelids, the way his uncles and aunties were looking at him and Nie Mingjue, some with pity, others with greed and envy. Right behind that, his mother’s one where no one of her family attended to, just him, his brother and his father. He didn’t quite remember it, just Nie Mingjue cradling him up in his arms. But there were other memories too, like his father throwing him into the air while his brother laughed beside them, his mother’s hand guiding him through the paintings, Mingjue running with him on his back across Qinghe’s fields.
“You said that you feel like you are in a cell with an open gate, but you cannot leave for the guards will beat you. I assure you that’s not right. Yeah, there will be days that you wish anything would just disappear and leave you alone.” Nie Huaisang sat up, bringing Jiang Cheng with him. “But those are days, moments even, in your life. A-Cheng, you are the sweetest boy I ever met and angriest too, but that’s because you care. You care so much about so many people…”
“That’s not true.” Jiang Cheng growled, averting his eyes.
“It is. Because you are this amazing. And you’ve accomplished so much, even if your parents never saw it.” He smiled at him, kissing the bridge of his nose. “You deserve every good thing in your life, A-Cheng. This ball will fade, soon or later, you’ll see, you’ll feel better.”
“Who taught you that?” Jiang Cheng snickered, caressing his cheek.
“The internet.” He winked, hugging his waist as they laid down again. “Promise to never hid your tears and feelings from me again?”
“Promise.” And after a heartbeat, he added. “Promise to hide yours? You cry too much, A-Sang.”
“A-Cheng!” Nie Huaisang screamed, making Jiang Cheng laugh out loud and these time the tears that left his eyes were happy tears.
Yeah, they might not be this functional and serious and well-settled men people wanted them to be, but they were happy, wealthy, healthy and absolutely bonkers. But life was good and there may be days where it isn’t so good, but they had one another and their family to help whenever the world got too much.
And there was nothing more that Nie Huaisang could ever ask for.
