[ She is truly the only woman for him, because her advances are conducted in such a way that there is no mistaking her intentions. It's beyond even Jiang Cheng's infinite capacity for self-doubt and denial, the way she climbs so readily into his lap, immediately sending his heart pounding, mouth dry. She's breathtaking from across the room, and from this close—
It feels fatal, but Jiang Cheng would die in her arms and gladly a thousand times over.
Swallowing hard, he scrapes himself together, reaching up to cup her cheek in one hand. His touch with her is reverent, not because he's afraid she might break but because she's so radiant he wonders if she could be dragged down, be sullied.
That she's given consideration for Jin Zixuan in this as well makes his breath catch further. He half expected to exist in this limbo forever, until one or both of them moved on. And yet— ]
...you know you're better than either of us deserve, right?
[ His smile aches, but that only makes him want to smile brighter. ]
If you would have me, if— If you will have me—
It would be my great honor to vow this life to you. [ A pause. He gives a hard swallow. ] ...both of you.
( her smile is small but genuine, a rarity at home but all the more commonplace here with jiang cheng. maybe it's just the freedom he allows her — that despite who and how she is, there are parts of her untouched by the wen name, still capable of being loved. she presses her cheek to his palm, humming. )
If I believed that, I wouldn't have asked you.
( her free hand raises, knuckle tucked under his chin to prop him up to her gaze. )
You're both better than you give yourselves credit for. ( leaning in, she kisses the corner of his mouth delicately twice, before turning his head and giving him a lingering kiss. ) And together, we're better than the sum of our parts. I love you both.
( she seals it with a longer kiss, tilting his head to deepen it fractionally, piece by piece. the cows jostle together with a small ringing there under his chin, and wen qing's lips turn up sharply, teeth in his lower lip as she pulls back. she slips one of the cows pointedly out of her hand, holding it out of jiang cheng to take. )
Bring this to Jin Zixuan. Ask him.
When he says yes, we can start preparations. What do you think?
[ There is a strength in Wen Qing unlike any other, and bearing the full force of it Jiang Cheng cannot help but tremble. Her confidence shatters him, yet is so steadying and earnest that it builds him back up into something kinder, something truer. Into someone worthy of this gift, of this promised life.
Somewhere, there's a joke about Jin Zixuan's pride, but the reflexive jab dissolves in the memory of the man's nobility, in his clear and genuine love for his son. In the care with which he treats the pair of them, these anomalies in his life neither of whom would be tolerated in the least as a match for him were they back home.
It's strange. It's so strange a thing, that love has come for Jiang Wanyin, not once but twice. ]
'When' he says yes... [ Jiang Cheng repeats, a little breathless, a little incredulous. ] Do you have a plan for if he says no?
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It feels fatal, but Jiang Cheng would die in her arms and gladly a thousand times over.
Swallowing hard, he scrapes himself together, reaching up to cup her cheek in one hand. His touch with her is reverent, not because he's afraid she might break but because she's so radiant he wonders if she could be dragged down, be sullied.
That she's given consideration for Jin Zixuan in this as well makes his breath catch further. He half expected to exist in this limbo forever, until one or both of them moved on. And yet— ]
...you know you're better than either of us deserve, right?
[ His smile aches, but that only makes him want to smile brighter. ]
If you would have me, if— If you will have me—
It would be my great honor to vow this life to you. [ A pause. He gives a hard swallow. ] ...both of you.
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If I believed that, I wouldn't have asked you.
( her free hand raises, knuckle tucked under his chin to prop him up to her gaze. )
You're both better than you give yourselves credit for. ( leaning in, she kisses the corner of his mouth delicately twice, before turning his head and giving him a lingering kiss. ) And together, we're better than the sum of our parts. I love you both.
( she seals it with a longer kiss, tilting his head to deepen it fractionally, piece by piece. the cows jostle together with a small ringing there under his chin, and wen qing's lips turn up sharply, teeth in his lower lip as she pulls back. she slips one of the cows pointedly out of her hand, holding it out of jiang cheng to take. )
Bring this to Jin Zixuan. Ask him.
When he says yes, we can start preparations. What do you think?
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Somewhere, there's a joke about Jin Zixuan's pride, but the reflexive jab dissolves in the memory of the man's nobility, in his clear and genuine love for his son. In the care with which he treats the pair of them, these anomalies in his life neither of whom would be tolerated in the least as a match for him were they back home.
It's strange. It's so strange a thing, that love has come for Jiang Wanyin, not once but twice. ]
'When' he says yes... [ Jiang Cheng repeats, a little breathless, a little incredulous. ] Do you have a plan for if he says no?