"Aren't we?" Huaisang asks easily, throwing the ball back into his court and saying yes at the same time. He considers Jiang Cheng a friend, or at the very least a friend of a friend (well, brother of a friend) which is close enough - it doesn't really matter to him if the other man feels the same way, though, because right now friends and family are caught up in their own dramas or mad at Jiang Cheng for the broken engagement, and Huaisang is quite confident that the man really needs a friendly face around, even if it's not one he actually considers to be a friend right now.
He doesn't even blink at the phrasing of the invitation - his purpose right now isn't to judge or nitpick, his intent is to simply let Jiang Cheng be himself, because he thinks remarkably few people probably allow him that luxury.
"I'd be delighted," he says with a grin, pushing himself upright and dusting down his robes before turning to walk up the steps. He settles comfortably across from Jiang Cheng, thanking the servants and placing his fan on the table, then he pours them both a cup from the wine in his hand as soon as the servants furnish them with cups.
"I'm sorry." he says, genuinely, lifting his cup towards the other man and smiling faintly as he offers a toast "May you find a wife who cannot be driven away by your family's inevitable nonsense."
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2021-08-20 18:15 (UTC)"Aren't we?" Huaisang asks easily, throwing the ball back into his court and saying yes at the same time. He considers Jiang Cheng a friend, or at the very least a friend of a friend (well, brother of a friend) which is close enough - it doesn't really matter to him if the other man feels the same way, though, because right now friends and family are caught up in their own dramas or mad at Jiang Cheng for the broken engagement, and Huaisang is quite confident that the man really needs a friendly face around, even if it's not one he actually considers to be a friend right now.
He doesn't even blink at the phrasing of the invitation - his purpose right now isn't to judge or nitpick, his intent is to simply let Jiang Cheng be himself, because he thinks remarkably few people probably allow him that luxury.
"I'd be delighted," he says with a grin, pushing himself upright and dusting down his robes before turning to walk up the steps. He settles comfortably across from Jiang Cheng, thanking the servants and placing his fan on the table, then he pours them both a cup from the wine in his hand as soon as the servants furnish them with cups.
"I'm sorry." he says, genuinely, lifting his cup towards the other man and smiling faintly as he offers a toast "May you find a wife who cannot be driven away by your family's inevitable nonsense."