[He should have known if it was going to be at Ling Wen’s gallery, it would be exclusive and invitation only. It must have been a slip from his old life, when he could just ask for whatever he wanted without a second thought and people would rush to fulfill his every need.
It was a far cry from now as he went up the dubious cement steps to his second floor apartment, unlocking the door that probably didn’t even need to be locked since there was nothing but furniture he had found on the curbside and had cleaned off generously. Sometimes Shi Qingxuan would donate things to him, supposedly secondhand, but even if they were gently used, due to the quality they gleamed like they were straight from the box. So his apartment was a mix of old and new things, with at least all of his cooking utensils being relatively new.
He ushered San Lang in and closed the door behind him.]
Do you want water or tea?
[It was all he had to offer for drinks, but it was offered cheerfully enough as Xie Lian put down his backpack and rolled up his sleeves to start preparing food. More worrisome than the invitations was:]
What are you going to wear San Lang? Do you have a suit and tie?
[It would be a nice sight to see, he was sure San Lang would somehow manage to be even more handsome in such a getup, but it created a problem for him. If it really was so exclusive, he wasn’t sure if he had anything up to Ling Wen’s standards. Maybe he could borrow something from Shi Qingxuan but their sense of style was a lot more… adventurous than Xie Lian was.]
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[He should have known if it was going to be at Ling Wen’s gallery, it would be exclusive and invitation only. It must have been a slip from his old life, when he could just ask for whatever he wanted without a second thought and people would rush to fulfill his every need.
It was a far cry from now as he went up the dubious cement steps to his second floor apartment, unlocking the door that probably didn’t even need to be locked since there was nothing but furniture he had found on the curbside and had cleaned off generously. Sometimes Shi Qingxuan would donate things to him, supposedly secondhand, but even if they were gently used, due to the quality they gleamed like they were straight from the box. So his apartment was a mix of old and new things, with at least all of his cooking utensils being relatively new.
He ushered San Lang in and closed the door behind him.]
Do you want water or tea?
[It was all he had to offer for drinks, but it was offered cheerfully enough as Xie Lian put down his backpack and rolled up his sleeves to start preparing food. More worrisome than the invitations was:]
What are you going to wear San Lang? Do you have a suit and tie?
[It would be a nice sight to see, he was sure San Lang would somehow manage to be even more handsome in such a getup, but it created a problem for him. If it really was so exclusive, he wasn’t sure if he had anything up to Ling Wen’s standards. Maybe he could borrow something from Shi Qingxuan but their sense of style was a lot more… adventurous than Xie Lian was.]