Chapter Text
Yanli was standing at the stove, preparing breakfast for her family, when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.
“Want to explain why you had me ask for Nie Mingue?”
“I just think that if we’re all here together, he’ll see that there really isn’t anything scary about A-Xian and Wen Ning.”
“Right, because he’s Wei Wuxian’s most powerful denouncer, and you want to manipulate him with manual labor.”
“I think that’s a strong way of putting it.”
“And if I called the pool company, would they really tell me that there was no other day the pool could be installed?”
“Oh, I don’t know, dear, I imagine people cancel installations all the time!”
Zixuan chuckled next to her ear. “You’re playing a dangerous game. Are you sure you don’t want to let anyone else in on your little con?”
“It’s best if everyone is being their most authentic selves, I think.”
“Everyone except you, you mean?”
Yanli turned in his arms and fixed him with a stern gaze. “I am my most authentic self when I’m looking after my brothers.”
Zixuan raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, you win. I hope you know what your doing.”
“I do,” she said simply, turning back to her omelet. “Now, would you like you egg scrambled or sunny side up?”
Wei Wuxian was escorted down stairs by his doting husband, who apparently thought nothing of leading him around with his eyes fully closed and most of his weight entrusted to Lan Wangji. Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes to see such a display.
Jiang Yanli, however, felt some deep worry she’d always had settle to see such a sweet display.
“A-Xian, I made your favorite,” she said, setting his plate down in front of him and smiling to watch him come alive as the scent hit his nose.
“Spicy Omelets!” He cried, face aglow. Yanli didn’t miss the stunned little blink Lan Wangji gave to see the look, like someone had shown a light in his face.
(She really needed to talk to him.)
“And for you, Wangji, I know you don’t like spicy food,” she set down an omelet with chives in front of him and he nodded in thanks, keeping an eye on his husband, who was scarfing down his omelet like he hadn’t eaten in a month.
(She had already began work on a recipe book to send home with him, at his request.)
“Like some kind of weirdo,” Jiang cheng said, eating his own spicy omelet with a touch more restraint than Wei Wuxian had.
“Hey! Only I get to call my husband a weirdo!”
Yanli sat beside her own husband and his (unspiced) sunny side up egg to eat her own spicy omelet.
“You three are the weirdos,” Jin Zixuan said, looking at their plates with trepidation. “Who the hell puts red pepper in their omelets?”
“Don’t call my sister a weirdo!” Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian snapped together.
“Technically I used Cayenne Peppers for A-Xian. A-Cheng and I don’t eat our food as spicy as A-Xian does.”
“Wei Wuxian burned off all his taste buds when we had that pizza party for his birthday when he was nine, I’m pretty sure,” Jiang Cheng said.
“I did not! Lan Zhan, defend your husband!”
“Huh?” Lan Zhan appeared to be still caught in a horrified trance, contemplating an omelet with cayenne pepper in it.
Yanli giggled. “Our poor husbands and their mild pallets,” she said to Wei Wuxian, who laughed.
“Last week I kissed him after eating a ghost pepper and his whole face turned red and he had to drink two glasses of milk,” he replied, leaning in conspiritally.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji said, ears faintly pink.
“What do you say, Lan Zhan? Will you still kiss your poor unfortunate husband even after he’s had his spicy breakfast?”
In lieu of answering Lan Zhan pulled him into a kiss so deep Yanli felt the need to look away and clear her throat awkwardly. It went on for several very long seconds before Wei Wuxian pulled away, giggling nervously and flushing pink.
“You two are terrible,” Jiang Cheng said, face even redder than Wei Wuxian’s.
“Eat your omelet,” Wei Wuxian said, tucking his hair behind his ear and tucking into his own breakfast, casting what he probably imagined were subtle looks at his husband, who was eating his breakfast like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Jiang Cheng went on to angrily eat his own breakfast, sullenly holding his hand out for more when Yanli offered it, then getting up to do the dishes when he was finished.
Wei Wuxian glanced up and fixated on something outside. He got to his feet and opened the backdoor to call out to Wen Ning.
“Wen Ning, what are you doing?”
Wen Ning looked up from the bush he’d been peering into, phone in hand. “There’s a bird nest in here and the babies are freshly hatched! I wanted to take a video and some pictures for A-Yuan!”
Wei Wuxian leaned up against the door frame, a warm smile over taking his features. “Send them to me too!” Wen Ning nodded excitedly and leaned carefully over the bush once more, carefully aiming his phones camera at the bird nest. Wei Wuxian returned to the table to finish his breakfast and a few minutes later his phone dinged.
“They’re so slimy looking!”
“They’re still covered in embryonic fluid, they will be fluffy and cute soon enough,” Lan Wangji assured, peering over his shoulder.
“Look, Shijie! There’s a little family in your bush!” He held out the phone and she smiled.
“How darling, we’ll have to be careful not to disturb them while we rearrange the garden.”
Jiang Cheng stepped away from the dishes he’d been washing and peered over her shoulder and grimmaced. “Their eyes are too big, they look like aliens.”
“I hope you’re not so cruel to our unborn nephew~ How dare you insult freshly born babies!”
“You insulted them too!”
“I recall doing no such thing!”
“You!” Jiang Cheng snapped, setting doen the dish he’d been washing and lunging for Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian dodged and danced out of his grip just as there was a knock on his door.
“It’s open,” Jiang Yanli called over the din of her brother’s fighting.
Lan Xichen opened the door to the scene of Sect Leader Jiang, still wearing his sister’s pink floral dish gloves wrestling the feared and infamous Yiling Lousu to the ground, leaving smudges of dish soap all over his brother’s shirt. (Lan Wangji’s shirt.)
“Stop bullying me! I’m weak and feeble! Lan Zhan, help!”
“Stop hiding behind your husband for everything! He’s gotten you out of enough trouble!”
Lan Xichen politely cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the two men on the floor.
“Sect leader Lan! Sect Leader Nie!”
“Xichen! Sect Leader Nie!”
Both men scrambled to their feet, eyes wide, and bowed politely to the entering world leaders. Wei Wuxian noticed the pink rubber gloves his brother was wearing.
“Psst, Jiang Cheng-” He hissed, jerking his head at them. Jiang Cheng started and tucked his hands behind his back.
“Hello, Wuxian, Sect Leader Jiang, it’s nice to see you too.”
“Wei Wuxian, Sect Leader Jiang.”
“Brother,” Wangji said, appearing in the living room and bowing to the men at the door. “Sect Leader Nie, thank you for coming.”
“Yeah! Thanks for helping Shijie with her deck!”
“Wei Ying, you should get dressed,” Lan Zhan said, taking his hand and tugging him toward the stairs.
“Maybe I like wearing your clothes, you ever think about that?” Wei Wuxian protested, though he didn’t resist as he was led up the stairs, chattering about nothing until his voice was cut off by the bedroom door closing.
“A-Cheng, can I have my gloves back, please?” Yanli called.
“Yeah sure,” Jiang Cheng said, darting into the kitchen as an excuse to escape the awkward atmosphere between sect leaders.
He hadn’t missed the analyzing look that Nie Mingue had leveled at Wei Wuxian.
“Sect Leader Lan, Sect Leader Nie, have you eaten breakfast yet?” Yanli called, summoning the men into her kitchen.
“Ah, no, we didn’t. Wangji informed me that you had cooked and your brothers would take it as a personal slight if we didn’t eat your food.”
Yanli giggled. “They’re sweet boys. Wangji too.”
Movement outside the window caught Nie Mingue’s attention. “Is someone already working?”
“Ah, that’d be dear Wen Ning. He doesn’t sleep or eat so he volunteered to start setting up for all of you while we got ready.”
She ignored the look that passed between Lan Xichen and Nie Mingue at the mention of Wen Ning. A-Xian was already going to be defensive enough.
“Lan Xichen I made you an omelette with chives, Nie Mingue I made you an omelete with sausage and bacon.”
“Thank you, Madam Jin,” Both of them said warmly, accepting the plates and heading to the table with their breakfasts.
“Hey, you two, quit fooling around and get down here! Sect Leader Lan and Sect Leader Nie are almost done eating!” Jiang Cheng called.
“We only just sat down?” Nie Mingue said, looking confusedly at him.
“Yeah, but those two are horrible,” Jiang Cheng said, pulling a face.
Nie Mingue looked to Lan Xichen, who was eating his breakfast with his signature unreadable smile. “They’re horrible,” he agreed. “We had to ask them to permanently place silencing talismans on the walls of the Jingshi.”
Jiang Cheng made a retching sound.
“We’re burning that mattress when they leave,” Jin Zixuan said to his wife.”
“It’s fortunate they get along so well,” she said amicably as the sounds of their footsteps came down the stairs.
“It’s fortunate they don’t live in my house,” Jiang Cheng said.
“That’s mean!” Wei Wuxian whined, entering the room. He frowned and pointed at the almost entirely full plates in front of the two sect leaders. “Why’d you say that they were almost done!”
“That’s why!” Jiang Cheng snapped, pointing at the freshly forming hickey on Wei Wuxian’s jaw.
Wei Wuxian turned faintly pink and elbowed Lan Wangji, who looked utterly unperturbed. “Don’t look at me look at him! It’s his fault!”
“I’m not looking at either of you!” Jiang Cheng snapped, stalking over to the sink to help his sister with the dishes.
“Well we hurried down here because you said they were done, but her hadn’t even put sunscreen on Lan Zhan’s back yet, so we’ll just go back to our room, thank you very much.”
“I hate both of you so much,” Jiang Cheng growled.
“Oh, Xichen, if you forgot your sunscreen Lan Zhan packed the entire worlds supply in our suitcase,” Wei Wuxian tossed over his shoulder. Xichen looked grimly at Nie Mingue.
“I did, actually forget sunscreen, but I’m not sure that I want to approach their room,” he said.
“Just burn. It’s a better fate.”
“Oh you two are exaggerating, as long as you knock they won’t open the door while they’re in compromising positions,” Yanli said, drying a plate with a smile.
When they returned twenty minutes later they both had new hickeys and red swollen lips and Jiang Cheng Did. Not. Look. At. Them.
“Brother, would you like me to get your shoulders?” Wangji asked when they emerged, sunscreen bottle in hand.
“That would be nice, thank you. I’m almost done now.”
“Ah, isn’t Shijie’s cooking the best? You two are lucky she’s so nice and cooked for you late comers!” Wei Wuxian said, plopping down in the folding chair next to Lan Xichen. “I keep telling you, the cooks at Gusu can’t compare!”
Lan Xichen smiled. “Your sister makes a very good omelette, Wuxian. I hope one day to try the soup that you keep going on and on about.”
“SOUP!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed, spinning around in his chair to gaze hopefully at Yanli.
“Alright, alright. I’ll get started on it and we can have soup for lunch.”
“Hell yeah!” Wei Wuxian cheered.
After breakfast everyone filed over to the large pile of wood Wen Ning had spent the morning carrying over to the work site.
“You know I could have just pulled the trailer around, you didn’t have to do all that,” Jin Zixuan said.
“Oh, it’s no trouble, I like having something to do.”
“Couldn’t find that stray cat, could you?” Wei Wuxian teased.
“I didn’t know how Madam Jin wanted her deck, so I couldn’t start it myself,” Wen Ning said haughtily. Wei Wuxian snickered like he didn’t think that was the case. Wen Ning ignored him.
Yanli took that as her cue to walk through her plans for those who hadn’t been there for the measuring and wood buying phase.
“Well I thought it would be nice to have it come out right about here,” Yanli began, “that will give us plenty of room for entertaining and playing, and then steps down on this side to access the pool and barbeque areas.”
“And a firepit!” Wei Wuxian put in.
“And a firepit.”
“It sounds like it’s going to be lovely,” Lan Xichen said warmly.
“Yes! We’ll have to have you all over when the house is finished!”
“What are all these giant holes in the ground,” Nie Mingue asked, walking around and peering down.
“That’s where Wen Ning ripped the old posts out of the ground,” Jin Zixuan supplied, gaze flitting between Nie Mingue and Wen Ning. “They were cemented in so we couldn’t dig them out.”
“Ah, they’re right over there, if you actually need them I can go get them-”
“No, no, we have new posts, don’t worry about it.”
“Wuxian why don’t you help me measure out where we need to dig the holes?” Lan Xichen asked, picking up a nearby tape measure. Wei Wuxian narrowed his eyes. Jad Lan Zhan been plotting with his brother to keep him from doing any real work? Lan Xichen continued to smile guilelessly at him.
“Yeah, sure,” he said at length.
Despite his suspicions he helped his brother in law to mark out the post locations while Lan Zhan trailed after them, digging the post holes where they were marked. He shed his outer shirt early today and Wei Wuxian got more than a little distracted watching him work and he had to be reminded by an increasingly long suffering Xichen to pay attention to his task multiple times.
Once the measuring was done the building began in earnest, and Wei Wuxian kept finding ways to worm around his husband and his over protective need to keep him from doing any real work. He was so busy being involved in his feeling of mischief and satisfaction at helping that he failed to notice the time creeping closer toward his daily noon appointment with Wen Qing. He was totally oblivious to the sounds of a car door slamming until Wen Qing strode into the backyard and saw him holding up a crossbeam.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She snapped. Wei Wuxian jumped violently, turning with wide eyes to see Wen Qing marching across the lawn with eyes blazing.
One would think that having a baby on one hip and a large medical bag in her free hand weighing her down would make her less intimidating, but it did not do that.
“Wen Qing!” Wei Wuxian said nervously, chuckling as he tried to decide if A-Yuan’s presence would make this go better for him. (It did not.) “I was just, uh, helping! Look, Sect Leader Nie is carrying most of the weight I promise! Right Sect Leader Nie?” He tried, throwing a look at the man, who was too surprised to have been name dropped in an argument that had nothing to do with to even keep giving Wei Wuxian those suspicious looks he’d been sending him all morning.
Wen Qing spun on the spot and turned her wrath onto Wen Ning. “Wen Ning? What were you thinking letting him help? Lan Wangji,” she snapped, glaring eyes now turning on him. “Did I not express to you the severity of his condition?”
“I apologize,” Lan Wangji said, seeming genuinely distressed.
“Wen Qing, it’s not his fault! I’m the one being difficult I- do you go this?” He addressed Nie Mingue, who nodded. “Don’t be mean to them!”
“Why shouldn’t I be? I trusted them to handle my patient when he’s being difficult and they did not. Wen Ning, is this how you treat a patient?”
“No, Jiejie, I’m sorry.”
Wen Qing took a break from shouting when A-Yuan started squirming to be let down and she had to stoop to set his little feet on the ground. He toddled over to Wei Wuxian and made grabby hands to be picked up.
“Is Xian-gege in trouble?”
“Yes, your Xian-gege is in trouble, A-Yuan. Why don’t you go visit with Yanli-jie while Qing-jiejie takes care of this unworthy one.”
“Will Rich-gege go with you?”
“Yes, he will, but we can all play together later, okay?”
“Okay!”
Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian followed Wen Qing around the house, both looking distinctly scolded, while the others were left behind to work on the deck.
Wei Wuxian laid on their bed with his arms crossed under his head, his shirt resting in his husbands arms and his jeans eased down low on his hips.
“Look at you, all this tension and strain I’ve been working so hard to eas out of you. You’ll work yourself to death before you listen to your doctors advice, won’t you?” She ran her fingers over the scarred flesh of his back.
“I won’t work myself to death, Wen Qing. I just don’t like to be doing nothing.”
“Well too bad, you won’t be doing anything for the rest of the day. I’m initiating desperate measure protocol.”
“Are you certain? Lan Wangji asked, with the confidence of someone who knew what the ‘desperate measures protocol’ was. “With all the construction around it may not be safe.”
“What? What are you talking about?” Wei Wuxian asked. He tried to lift his head to look at the two of them, but Wen Qing planted her hand on the back of his head and shoved his face back down. “What’s the deseperate measures protocol?” He asked, voice muffled by the mattress.
“It means I’m leaving A-Yuan here with you today, and Lan Wangji isn’t allowed to watch him.”
“Wait, that’s your desperate measures protocol? Making me babysit?”
“Mn. The one thing that is assured to keep Wei Ying from doing too much physical labor. Child care.”
“And here I thought it was going to be something terrible, I’d love to spend the day babysitting!”
“Oh no, you’re not the one babysitting. A-Yuan is babysitting you.”
“Hey!”
Wen Qing responded by pushing another needle into his back. Wei Wuxian harrumphed but said nothing.
“You’ve got to keep from doing heavy lifting for real or else you won’t be able to hold A-Yuan for much longer. Is that what you want? To put him down and never pick him back up again?”
“No!”
“Then be good and regain your strength so you can still hold him as he grows.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll be good, for real. I’ll do no work and be lazy and not finally participate in my lifelong dream of helping my Shijie renovate her house.”
“You can do all the painting and measuring you like, but absolutely no heavy lifting. Need I remind you of all the places where you bend that my cousin broke?” She pressed two fingers pointedly into the two vertebrae that had broken on impact when he’d hit the ground in the Burial Mounds.
“Okay! I get it!” He winced, trying to worm away from her.
Wen Qing continued on with her acupuncture, sending small amounts of spiritual energy to help mitigate the damage extensive usage of demonic cultivation had done to his body.
“How is he?” Lan Zhan asked at length.
“Not as well as I’d like him to be,” she said pointedly, “but he is still making improvement, even if it’s just marginal improvements.”
“Good. Any alteration to the treatment plan?”
“No, two cups of medicinal tea morning and night, plus an hour meditation, and no strenuous activities.”
“You’re such a hardass.”
“I’ll ban you from sex if you test me, Wei Wuxian. Watch me.”
“You can’t do that!”
“Do you really think your devoted husband will sleep with you if I tell him it could hurt you? Try me, Wei Wuxian. I’ll cock block you if you’re not good.”
“Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan! You wouldn’t deny your poor pitiful husband, would you?”
Lan Zhan looked positively distraught at the idea, but reluctantly nodded. “If it would keep Wei Ying healthy.”
“Ah! Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan don’t listen to her, she’s so mean!”
“Wen Qing is a talented doctor who wants to do what’s best for you. I will follow the doctors orders to keep you safe.” Wei Ying whined miserably and tucked his head into his arms, sobbing exaggeratedly.
“Don’t worry, I’m not taking away sex yet but keep on pushing your boundaries and your body will take it away for me.”
“Uncle Rich, why is Xian-gege in trouble?” A-Yuan asked, twisting and turning in his aunt’s arms to look at Lan Xichen.
Lan Xichen looked up from where he was steadying a beam that Jiang Wanyin was attaching.
“Your Xian-gege isn’t supposed to be picking up heavy things, so when he was helping Da-ge hold up this beam he could have hurt himself.”
“Who is Da-ge?”
“That would be Sect Leader Nie,” he tilted his head to indicate Nie Mingue. A-Yuan turned his wide eyes onto him.
“Da-Ge?” Nie Mingue smiled, despite himself. Lan Xichen pressed his lips between his teeth, Da-ge, despite his oath against the Wen, had a soft spot for children.
“Sect Leader Nie is a friend of Uncle Lan’s,” Yanli supplied, turning so A-Yuan could more easily look at him.
“Da-ge is a Sect Leader? Like Uncle Purple and Uncle Rich?”
“Who are you calling Uncle Purple? I’m Uncle Jiang!” Jiang Cheng snapped.
“Xian-gege says you’re Uncle Purple!”
“I’m going to kill him,” Jiang Cheng grumbled as the other’s laughed.
“Yes, Da-Ge is a Sect Leader,” Lan Xichen supplied.
A-Yuan started squirming around in Yanli’s arms so she set him down cautiously, keeping carefully close in case he tried to run into danger. Instead he toddled up to Nie Mingue and bowed very carefully.
“Hello Sect Leader Nie, I’m Wen Yuan!”
“Hello Wen Yuan, I’m Nie Mingue.” Mingue bowed politely back.
“Very good, A-Yuan!” Yanli praised.
Immediately after his very formal very good bow A-Yuan dropped all pretense and made grabby hands at Nie Mingue. Nie Mingue obliged, lifting A-Yuan into his arms. A-Yuan immediately reached out and yanked on his braids.
All the people around who held some claim on A-Yuan (everyone) all reached out, voicing protest even as Nie Mingue laughed.
“A-Yuan, you can’t pull on Sect Leader Nie’s braids like that! It’s very rude!” Wen Ning scolded, reaching out to take him back.
“No, it’s alright, Huaisang used to do the same thing.”
“Who’s Huaisang?”
“My younger brother.”
“Is he little like me?”
“No, he’s the same age as your Xian-gege.”
“Does he have a husband too?” Nie Mingue laughed.
“No, he doesn’t have a husband. Maybe if he did he wouldn’t get into much trouble.”
“He gets in trouble a lot?”
“He does, he’s a real menace to society.”
“I can babysit him!” A-Yuan said brightly, triggering a round of laughter.
“Can you now?”
“Yeah! Qing-jiejie said I’m here to make sure Xian-gege doesn’t get into any more trouble, so if you bring over your brother I can make him be good too!” Nie Mingue laughed.
“I’ll think that over, he certainly needs someone to make him behave.”
A camera shuttering sound drew everyone’s attention to Lan Xichen, who had his phone out in one hand.
“Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just sending this to A-Yao and Huaisang and Wuxian.”
“You better not!”
Nie Mingue’s fate was sealed by the whooshing sound of the image sending.
“Huh,” Wei Wuxian said, frowning at his phone as Wen Qing stabbed him with yet another needle laced lightly with spiritual energy.
“What?”
“Xichen made a group chat with me and two numbers I dont recognize? He just sent me a picture of Nie Mingue holding A-Yuan.”
“What?” Wen Qing asked, alarmed. She peered over his shoulder at the picture of Nie Mingue grinning at her cousin.
“It looks like they’re getting along. I wouldn’t worry, Wen Ning is out there and A-Yuan looks perfectly happy.”
WWX: Xichen who are these other numbers? Who are you sending my precious son to?
LXC: It’s A-Yao and Huaisang, Wuxian.
NHS: Whose baby is that? Do I have a new nephew?
LXC: He’s Wen Yuan, Wuxian and Wangji have been taking care of him.
NHS: WEI-GONGZI IS THAT YOU? YOU HAVE A SON?? WHEN CAN I MEET HIM HE’S SO PRECIOUS??? WHAT SIZE CLOTHES DOES HE WEAR???
WWX: ITS ME HUAISANG! I DO HAVE A SON AND HES ADORABLE AND PERFECT ARENT YOU JEALOUS LAN ZHAN SAYS HE WEARS A ‘3T’
JGY: Very cute! Da-ge has always had a soft spot for kids
“Xian-gege! Did Qing-jie make you better?”
“Yes, A-Yuan, I’m feeling much better. Your uncle Lan tells me you made friends with Sect Leader Nie, I hope you greeted him how we showed you.”
“I did!”
“He did, it was adorable,” Yanli said, reaching out to pinch his cheeks.
Wen Qing reached over and brushed her hand gently across A-Yuan’s face. “Alright, A-Yuan, remember what I said, don’t let your Xian-gege lift anything heavier than you.”
“Alright!” He said, saluting her in an adorable imitation of the salute Wei Wuxian always made. Wei Wuxian squealed and started peppering kisses all over the babys face, eliciting a squeal from the child.
“You are so cute!”
“Lan Wangji, here’s his diaper bag, his vitamins and a change of clothes, some toys, and his Ipad. He’s not allowed more than an hours screen time a day.”
“I know, Wen Qing, thank you. We’ll take good care of him.”
“And you, Wei Wuxian, remember that construction sites are dangerous, you keep A-Yuan far away from the action, you hear me!”
“I will, I will! There’s no need to act so stern, Wen Qing you know I won’t let anything happen to him.” Wen Qing gave him another stern look before striding around the house to leave. Wei Wuxian sighed.
“Aiya, A-Yuan, Qing-jie is so mean to me?”
“Can I play with my butterfly?” A-Yuan asked, uncaring of Wei Wuxian’s plight.
“Of course you can play with your butterfly,” Wei Wuxian said, keeping his eyes locked on A-Yuan’s face while he held his hand out expectantly. Lan Wangji obligingly placed the butterfly into Wei Ying’s hand, having started digging for it the second that A-Yuan asked for it.
“They’re such a cute little family,” Lan Xichen said, snapping another picture.
Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian looked at one another in exasperation.
“Don’t mind me I’m just setting a new home screen.”
“You have a problem,” Wei Wuxian said, taking the butterfly and waving it just out of A-Yuan’s reach.
“I do not!”
“You’ve got baby fever! Someone get this man a baby!” Wei Wuxian teased.
“The war left many orphans, brother,” Lan Wangji put in. Wei Wuxian snorted. “A-Yuan could have someone to play with.”
“Yeah, Xichen, A-Yuan wants a cousin! Don’t you, A-Yuan?”
“I want a cousin! Are you going to have a baby, Uncle Lan?” Lan Xichen recoiled from the combined stare of everyone and shot a glare at Nie Mingue when he started laughing.
“Shijie, do you know any eligible young ladies who would be interested in Sect Leader Lan?”
“Unfortunately I don’t know of anyone, but I could call Mianmian.”
“Mianmian is a love expert,” Jin Zixuan put in solemnly.
“My brother fancies himself a matchmaker,” Nie Mingue piled on, now grinning broadly. “I can place a call.”
“I don’t like this conversation,” Lan Xichen said.” I thought we were building a deck.”
“We were until you started snapping pictures,” Jiang Cheng put in.
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