Sex had never been something Yuan considered relaxing, he'd seen the way his clients left with contented smiles and less tension, but he'd never experienced that himself - until Jin Ling. Making love to Jin Ling made everything seem alright.
Which is why he feels so serene when they enter the hall for lunch, despite knowing this was very much a make or break moment for him. He had to make a good impression for Jin Ling's sake now more than ever. He went over his etiquette silently in his head, determined to do everything right - and every time his faith in himself wavered, he just needed to look to Jin Ling. He can do this, he has to.
So when it's Jin Ling himself who makes the first misstep, Yuan is just as shocked as everyone else.
The tea is stale? That doesn't make any sense, why would Jin Ling make a fuss about such a thing? The man who takes such diligent care of him, the man who is so determined to save him from his life, he would never...
Unless there's more to it than that. He remembers the rumour he heard before they left, that Jin Ling had made a fuss about stale tea back at Carp Tower, as well...
He bites his lip, reaching for his own cup as the argument starts, taking a careful sniff - and very pointedly not taking a sip. There is something slightly off about it, something he can't quite place his finger on. It's not a scent he recognises, but he puts the pieces together and gasps, horrified.
Could it really be...
Before he can say anything, the slap echoes and his head jerks up in surprise, the cup tumbling from his own fingers and spilling across the table as he pushes himself to his feet.
He can't do anything, though, he has no weapon, no way of defending Jin Ling, and he honestly has no idea if it will make this worse to challenge sect leader Jiang in his own home, it would likely draw attention upon him that would be a very bad idea.
Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, can get away with a whole lot more (or, more accurately, gives way less of a fuck), so he raises his voice to get their attention.
"Now, now, why don't we get to the bottom of this, we'll find out who's in the wrong, they can apologise and we can get back to celebrating, hmm?" He looks around "where's that pot of tea? Lan Zhan, you know tea, you can taste it and decide if it's stale." He grins.
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Which is why he feels so serene when they enter the hall for lunch, despite knowing this was very much a make or break moment for him. He had to make a good impression for Jin Ling's sake now more than ever. He went over his etiquette silently in his head, determined to do everything right - and every time his faith in himself wavered, he just needed to look to Jin Ling. He can do this, he has to.
So when it's Jin Ling himself who makes the first misstep, Yuan is just as shocked as everyone else.
The tea is stale? That doesn't make any sense, why would Jin Ling make a fuss about such a thing? The man who takes such diligent care of him, the man who is so determined to save him from his life, he would never...
Unless there's more to it than that. He remembers the rumour he heard before they left, that Jin Ling had made a fuss about stale tea back at Carp Tower, as well...
He bites his lip, reaching for his own cup as the argument starts, taking a careful sniff - and very pointedly not taking a sip.
There is something slightly off about it, something he can't quite place his finger on. It's not a scent he recognises, but he puts the pieces together and gasps, horrified.
Could it really be...
Before he can say anything, the slap echoes and his head jerks up in surprise, the cup tumbling from his own fingers and spilling across the table as he pushes himself to his feet.
He can't do anything, though, he has no weapon, no way of defending Jin Ling, and he honestly has no idea if it will make this worse to challenge sect leader Jiang in his own home, it would likely draw attention upon him that would be a very bad idea.
Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, can get away with a whole lot more (or, more accurately, gives way less of a fuck), so he raises his voice to get their attention.
"Now, now, why don't we get to the bottom of this, we'll find out who's in the wrong, they can apologise and we can get back to celebrating, hmm?" He looks around "where's that pot of tea? Lan Zhan, you know tea, you can taste it and decide if it's stale." He grins.