MY ONE & ONLY OPTION ( Wangxian Rom-com)(COMPLETED)

Chapter-7

“Got it.”

He returned a few moments later with a quilt folded over his arm. his eyes landed on Lanzhan for a moment, but then they were drawn to something outside of the window behind him.

A little drunken smile creased his face. “It’s snowing.”

Weiying came deeper into the room, setting the quilt on the bed before he came to stand beside the window.

he was still smiling. It was an almost childlike wonder in his eyes. Lanzhan had never seen someone so happy because of the weather, but he assumed part of that was also the copious amount of alcohol he had consumed. Then Weiying looked up at him.

“I’m gonna go outside for a little bit,” he said.

Lanzhan’s eyebrow lifted. “Are you crazy? It’s fucking freezing out thise.”

Weiying turned away from the window and headed for the door. “I don’t care. It’s snowing.”

He left the room and for a moment Lanzhan stared at the open doorway. Then with a muttered “fuck”, he stuffed his feet into his shoes and followed him.

He found him shrugging into his parka in the foyer. Lanzhan grabbed his coat off the rack and put it on.

Weiying looked at him with a silly drunk smile. “You don’t have to come out with me.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re drunk. You might fall into a snowdrift or something.”

“There isn’t that much snow yet.” Weiying opened the door. “Wait, is Lanzhan concerned about another person?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He stepped out onto the porch and leaned against the railing to watch the snow coming down. Lanzhan stopped beside him.

“What did you mean?” he asked him again.

Weiying shrugged, his eyes turned up to the sky. “You’re a dick. You always have been.” he looked over at him with a curious frown. “Is that why you don’t have a mate? Why don't you date?”

“Weiying, keep your voice down! Someone might hear you,” Lanzhan hissed. “And I do fucking care about people. And that’s not why I don’t have a mate.”

his eyes were back on the falling snow. “I’d say it’s because of how you were raised, but I’ve met your mom and uncle. They’re nice. But you and Xichen...you guys are assholes. Does it have something to do with the father you won’t talk about?”

“Now is not the time to talk about this,” Lanzhan gritted out. He's just drunk, he told himself.

“I’ve got to know, for the interview.”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow, then.”

Weiying tilted his head to the side as he continued to watch the snow. “I don't know why I don’t have a boyfriend. It’s not for lack of trying. Is it because I work too much? Or is something wrong with me?”

“Weiying—”

“They always leave.” his voice was barely above a whisper. “Or they’re horrible people, like my last boyfriend. He was cheating on me.” he peeked at him. “Don’t worry. It’s gone now.” Then he barked out a laugh. “Though I guess it doesn’t really matter, since you aren’t going to actually be my husband.”

Lanzhan opened his mouth to say something, but then he shut it again. He was drunk and rambling, and given how many vodka cranberries he’d enjoyed at club, it was unlikely he would even remember this conversation in the morning. But he thought about what Mother used to tell him when he was a child, when his father would come home drunk, ranting and raving, and he would say that drunk words are sober thoughts.