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"WHAT?!"
The younger alpha scoffed at the older reaction. He unusually calmly sips on his coffee before he turns to look at him again.
"Have you lost your mind?! We are alpha we can't-"
The younger smirks as he chuckles.
"Calm down can't you? I thought Lan's aren't supposed to be carried away by emotions."
The older eyes bulge, muttering curses underneath his breath.
"No, I am not losing my mind. I read those papers. They're cases where alpha can. Perhaps, you're not tired of our lovely family matchmaking session?"
The Lan CEO sighed as he put away his glasses. He leans against the backrest of his chair eyeing Jiang Cheng. There's something hidden in between his almost calm stares. Something the younger couldn't describe.
"Why did you think, I would say yes?"
"It will give us an heir or heiress. It gives us a 'stable' relationship. What else could our family ask for?"
Perhaps, yes. Both of them had been stucked with their family on going matchmaking ideas. They keep on saying that both of them should be in a relationship, should now have an heir or heiress for the company, should have a model family blablabla. None of it is in their plan. At least, Jiang Cheng sure doesn't have them in his.
Hence, when Jiang Cheng's adopted brother came up with the marriage contract ideas his brain started working for it. He's been contemplating on a few candidates bugger all none fits in his criteria.
And for that he might need to thank Lan Zhan. Though, he might not want to because of their weird and uncanny in law relationship. He never ever had it in thought where Lan Zhan offered his own older brother as one of his candidates to have the contract with.
He could still remember it clearly. The pregnant omega suddenly was serving him and Wei Wu Xian drinks when he said it out loud.
"You can approach my Xiaozhang."
Wei Wu Xian had a gasp in horror at his wife's sudden words.
"NO! XIAO ZHANG WILL KI-"
"No he won't. At least, he won't kill me. After all, the contract will solve the problem from our sides too. He has enough of this matchmaking thing."
Then there he is, today right in front of the said man. Lan Huan's forehead knitted as he reads the documents Jiang Cheng gave earlier. He looked at both him and the documents simultaneously before he put it back on the table.
"Are you really sure about those things you listed here?" Lan Huan asked.
Jiang Cheng hummed as he also leaned on the chair.
"Then if you would want it to work in between us, I do have things to request."
"Go on."
To sum it all, this is why he ended up packing all his stuff as the older had requested for him to stay at his house. Surely, Jiang Cheng has argued with him but he wants this work so he gave in. That includes keeping this contract marriage a secret from both of their family until they have a baby in which...Jiang Cheng swears it needs to be soon.
Of course, the younger alpha ends up creating an ever so silly excuse of him wanting to work remotely and finding his mate to his family. He did earn glares and weird questions from his parents but thanks to Wei Wu Xian they did buy his excuse.
Tho some questions rise in his mind. How the fuck do they keep it secret from Lan Xi Chen's family? Fuck.
Instead of answering him, the older alpha laughed his ass off while driving.
"Fuck."
Lan Xi Chen chuckles die down as he focuses back on the road.
"We're living in my mansion which is a bit further than my family's. They won't visit me as much because they now focus more on A-Zhan who's about to give birth."
Jiang Cheng nods eyes gazing at the roadside.
"As long as you give me my own room, I'll be sure I won't kill you in your sweetest dream."
"No you're not having your own room. We'll sleep together. It's in the contract."
"Fuck." He might have missed the slightest smirks on the older face.
Those first few months surely have been such a 'torture' for the younger alpha. Surely, Lan Xi Chen is not as calm as everyone expected. He's rough and fucking dominant. There's not a day where Jiang Cheng could recall when the older alpha wouldn't slightly bite his nape leaving the mark there.
Surely he does need to remind him here and there it's just a fucking contract! It doesn't help with those additional back and waist pain he needs to endure every time they do the deed which is actually everyday. Yes, every day means every day.
Jiang Cheng sighs staring at his own reflection. He fingers caress the bite mark on his nape.
"Bastard..." He mumbles angrily as his face turns red at the sudden image of what Lan Xi Chen did last night.
"Cursing is not allowed in the household A Cheng," Lan Huan smiles leaning against the door frame.
"Say who? I am not Lan. Its-"
"You're a Lan tho you don't change your surname. You're officially a Lan."
"Fuck y-! Mhmmmmm!!!!!!"
He is stopped by Lan Huan who's smashing his lip on his.
Surely Lan Xi Chen had been such a good partner (he's still shy to call him husband). Though, he doesn't wear pants in their relationship, honestly he doesn't really do the house chores. Everything done by the older alpha.
"You should just be pretty...wait for me to be home...and also go on a shopping spree. You're unallowed to do anything else. Get it?"
Jiang Cheng's face is burning at those words.
"B-but we're not rea-"
"Well, the contract might be forever later," the older winks as he takes the dishes away from Jiang Cheng.
He feels funny in his stomach. Damn it! This old alpha definitely drive him crazy. He's an alpha himself? Why does he react like this?!
It's almost half a year after their 'contract' marriage when the younger alpha falls sick. Sick means really really sick. He's been throwing up all day long for almost 3 days ever since Lan Xi Chen went on his business trip.
He's unable to hold any food. Even the thoughts of food made him throw up. It is a struggle for him even to sip some water. Even the slightest move of his body burns like hell.
"Mr Jiang. I think we should call Sir. You're really sick. I am sure he'll understand," one of their maids pleaded as she helped him wipe his body with a wet towel.
Jiang Cheng shakes his head weekly.
Owh Lan Huan. How great would it be if he's around. Fuck his foggy mind! Though it is barely functioning it still could portray Lan Huan's smiles perfectly.
"No...no. I don't want to ugh! urk!"
The maids had forcefully sit him up so he could throw up whatever was left in his st
omach. And surely only bile comes out from him.
He's barely conscious. All he could hear was them screaming for his name.