Chapter 104 - You're My Fiance? (2)

"Now, now Zheyan. Don't be mean to me... I had to sleep out in the cold!" Lu Weisheng fought and won the prize of Yang Zheyan's blanket. 

"Right, the great womanizer Lu Weisheng had no place to sleep at all." Yang Zheyan sarcastically replied. He was sure Lu Weisheng called up one of those women and slept there for the night. Last night, none of his security guards saw him around the residence once night fell. 

"I may have found a place to be sheltered for the night... You know my credit cards are frozen. Unless I return to those blind dates, he won't unfreeze them!" Lu Weisheng snuggled back into his spot and closed his eyes. "They need to find a new tactic if they want me to crawl back home. See if I do!"

"Oh?" Yang Zheyan had a sinister look on his face that Lu Weisheng did not like. "So if I kicked you out and forced you to stay out... You will go crawling back, huh?" 

Yang Zheyan thought, maybe it was time to give his aunty a phone call? Sparing a little time for his aunty could kick a burden out of his house. 

"Noooo! Don't do that to me!" Lu Weisheng screamed, seeing right through Yang Zheyan. He chased after Yang Zheyan, who was heading for the bathroom. 

"Get out! Why are you following me to the toilet!" Yang Zheyan exclaimed, trying to close the door while Lu Weisheng pushed on the other side. "What do you think you're doing? I don't need a full-grown man to see me use the toilet."

"Promise me that you won't call my parents!"

"Alright, I won't! Stop forcing yourself in already!" Yang Zheyan snarled, and like that, Lu Weisheng stopped pushing the door. 

On the other side of the door, Lu Weisheng shouted, "You better not make a secret call in the bathroom! I'll make sure to expose your dirty side to Feifei!"

"Shut up already!" Yang Zheyan roared, there is nothing dirty to tell! Except knowing Lu Weisheng, he will make up anything that sounds realistic! 

Lu Weisheng nodded his head after confirming Yang Zheyan wouldn't call his parents. On his way back to Yang Zheyan's bed to call it a night. He kicked something, and it rolled away from him. 

It was a rolled-up paper ball, but there wasn't just one. They were everyone in his room! What is happening to the neat freak he knew? He unrolled the paper ball he kicked, "Ow, who is this?" 

Even without any colors on the drawing yet. It was already bewitching with just the details Yang Zheyan drew. A woman in a translucent silk robe posing like a dancing goddess. Her long slender fingers holding onto a long scarf. On the scarf, it had the design of a crane. The crane looked like it was dancing along with her. 

"Zheyan, why would you throw this away?" Lu Weisheng shouted, no longer feeling tired since he discovered something interesting. It was a first that Yang Zheyan drew a picture of a woman. 

He unrolled the other paper balls around him. All of them had the same drawing of the dancing lady with the crane pibo. The same pose, body shape, hair, outfit, and with a teasing smile. The only thing missing was the rest of the features on her face. 

Inside the bathroom, Yang Zheyan splashed his face with cold water. Looking at himself in the mirror with the water dripping down his chiseled face. 

That dancing woman... It came to him in a dream almost every night. A very real like kind of dream. He could still vividly see everything about her. Aren't dreams supposed to be something you tend to forget, or have fragments of it only?

Just like in his drawing. The woman wore a white silk robe and danced with her pibo scarf, in the design of a crane. Her outfit was not of modern times, but of ancient time. 

He watched her dance while his hands were moving and plucking the guzheng instrument. His fingers played so fluently, even though he never touched one in his life. It was like he knew which string to pluck to get the right sound. 

The woman danced in front of him with the moonlight as her only source of light. She swayed and twirled, following along with the tempo and beat of his guzheng. She followed his pace in sync from slow to sudden fastness. 

A tempting smile appeared on her rosy lips as she teased him. Once she got him, a peal of light laughter escaped her mouth as she did another twirl. When the song came to an end, so did her dancing. Her cheeks had a blush of pink like she had a sip of alcohol. Or was it him who had some? His eyes could not leave her alone. Following her every step and watching her every movement. 

She sat down across from him and snatched the jade flute from his waist belt. He, too, was also wearing a navy colored robe from ancient times. Still, it did not feel out of place for him. Everything he is seeing, hearing and touching is all real. This is not only a dream, right? 

She twirled the jaded flute with her fingers like she has done it a million times. Then placed her lip on the flute. 

When she did it, his hands started playing another song on the guzheng on their own. He did it without thinking about it, nor does he know what he is even playing. Not only can the lady danced to his tune, but she played the flute synchronizing with him. 

Whenever she swayed her head, the jingle from her hairpin danced with their song. 

That jade flute with the red string belonged to him. He just knew it, and the guzheng he is playing belonged to hers. Only for tonight, they switched their instrument with each other. 

She put down the flute, and a sly smirk appeared next. She grasped onto Yang Zheyan's chin with her slender fingers and brought his face closer to hers. 

It's warm, Yang Zheyan thought in dreams you weren't supposed to feel anything. He couldn't find himself rejecting her advantages, whether it was a dream or not. 

She leaned in with her lips less than an inch away from his, "Zheyan, only one day left until we become husband and wife." 

Just as the woman's lips were about to touch his. Someone else was calling his name over and over, "Yang Zheyan. Yang Zheyan? Zheyan!" 

How annoying! Yang Zheyan snarled inside his head. Forcing his eyes to open to answer this person. Yes, the person calling his name is very annoying! Lu Weisheng, who broke into his home again. 

"Zheyan, let's go out to do some shopping today!" Lu Weisheng shouted excitedly, cleaning up Yang Zheyan's room like a maid. 

He didn't even think twice. Probably from being conditioned to automatically clean his mess whenever he made one in Yang Zheyan's place. He made a neat pile made out of the paper balls in a corner. If he had some glue, he probably would have made mini snowmen out of them. It doesn't appear like Yang Zheyan planned to keep the drawing. 

Lu Weisheng didn't bother opening the rest of the rolled-up papers. He assumed they were the same as the rest. Because the one closer to his drawing area barely has a body shape. Just the hair... Creepy...

"I'm not going," Yang Zheyan said, opening the bathroom door wearing a new outfit in a short amount of time. "I have somewhere I need to go." 

Yang Zheyan needed to confirm something he saw in his dream. The jade flute with the red string attached. It looked identical to the one he had put on display in Guiying Hui museum. Maybe, after checking out the flute and confirming it. He can perhaps recall how the hairpin looks like. 

It was irritating him. The hairpin was the only item in his dream he couldn't clearly recall. An item that made an impact in his dream, but the moment he wakes up. He can't remember how it looks at all, and this applies to the woman's face too. Only that sly smile of hers was something he couldn't forget. 

For the past nights, he has been having the same dream over and over. So he tried drawing the dancing woman. Replicating that teasing smile of hers. Sadly, he couldn't redraw that smile! 

It looked good on paper, but it was not the same smile he saw in his dream. It was the first time he really tried drawing something but was unable to perfect it. 

"I don't mind. Let's go there too!" Lu Weisheng threw the last paper ball into the pile. He opened Yang Zheyan's closet like it was his. Touching and picking out something stylish to wear. Making small comments on Yang Zheyan's choice of clothing, "Hmm, I like this. Yes, no, yes, no. Oh, I'm borrowing this!" 

"Keep it!" Yang Zheyan said, fastening his wrist buttons. He did not want back something Lu Weisheng had worn.