Lanzhan finds himself in need of an Omega when his Nie Country visa application is denied and he's threatened with deportation. His quiet assistant, Weiying, just so happens to have dual citizenship. The problem? Making sure their romance is believa...
Lanzhan looked up as the barn’s back door opened. There was no flower girl or ring bearer, so he only saw Weiying being led out on his father's arm. His heart stopped beating in his chest for a full moment before it started up again, pounding a staccato beat against his ribs.
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He was beautiful in a way that words could not adequately express. His Cream Tux was striking against his white skin, and he could see the light make-up from his face and adorned with flowers. For the first time in his life, Lanzhan truly understood the phrase, take one’s breath away.
He met his gaze as He and Jiang Fengmian started up the aisle, a smile gracing his lips that he readily returned.
“Looks like we won that bet,” he heard Meng Yao murmur, although he wasn’t sure what He was talking about or who He was talking to. He didn’t care. All he cared about was the beautiful Omega stepping up onto the altar in front of him.
“Hey,” he whispered, still smiling like a lovestruck fool. It made him feel better to see that He was doing the same.
“Hey,” Weiying whispered back.
“You look beautiful,” he told him softly as the last musical notes faded from the air.
He blushed pleasantly. “Thank you.”
And then the ceremony began as Jin said, “We are gathered here today to give thanks, and to celebrate one of life’s greatest moments. To give recognition to the beauty, honesty, and unselfish ways of Lanzhan and Weiying’s true love in front of family and friends. For it is their family and friends who taught Lanzhan and Weiying to love.”
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Lanzhan tuned out the rest of the officiant’s speech as he looked into Weiying’s eyes. He looked back at him, and as He did, Lanzhan seemed to see clearly for the first time as his uncle’s words echoed in his head: be afraid, and do it anyway.
He was afraid. Terrified, in fact. He was afraid of how he felt for him, and he was afraid to tell him. But as he looked at his, he could see it. He cared for him. He might even love him. But he would only find out if he got the nerve to tell him how he felt.
