"I still have many objections to you becoming a bait, baby." Lan Wangji was lounging inside the changing room, watching Wei Wuxian like a hawk while the latter was walking around naked after their quickie. He was looking for his jeans and top to wear for his performance–in which he found crumpled under the table.

"Hmm…" Wei Wuxian only let out a nondescript grunt white he wore his pants and gave Lan Wangji a searing kiss that stirred his cock up again. Lan Wangji pulled him to his lap and deepened their kiss while his hand sneaked into Wei Wuxian's unbuttoned pants and reached his semi erect cock.

"Are you going to shut me up with sex? Such a bad guy." Lan Wangji murmured into Wei Wuxian's mouth and it earned him a chuckle.

Right at that time, Shen Qingqiu entered the changing room while speaking to his headpiece and carrying their schedule. 

"Yeah, he'll be there in… HOLY FUCK!" Shen Qingqiu stopped in his tracks when he saw Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian's position. "I'll talk to you later, yeah, got a… situation here." He then closed the door behind him and glared at both of them. 

Lan Wangji nonchalantly took his hand out of Wei Wuxian's pants and kissed him before he zipped the pants up.

"Really guys?" Shen Qingqiu growled in frustration as he grabbed Wei Wuxian and put him in front of the makeup mirror and fixed his mussed hair. "Can you curb your lust for, oh I don't know, an hour? Maybe an hour and a half? You messed with Xianxian's hair, Wangji, do you know how long it takes to fix the hair? And I can't possibly ask Mianmian to come here and see your naked ass… goddamnit." Shen Qingqiu pulled Wei Wuxian's hair and tied it in a half bun, a messy but sexy look on him.

"Chillax, Qingqiu, everything is going to be fine." He stood up from the chair and hugged Shen Qingqiu, then he patted his back. "Trust Binghe to do his job well and I'll be fine, and we get ourselves a stalker in our hands."

The Lan's Charity Gala was a very exclusive event for the rich and famous. It was coveted by the who's who of the entertainment world, business, financial, even the Crown Prince himself. The coverage was international and the attendees were going to be featured in a variety of international level magazines. In short, they were going to be the talk of the town, their dresses, their dates for the night, their makeups, everything. So, today was the busiest day for every makeup artist, hair stylist, fashion stylist, every assistant, and the sales of the designer gowns and suits were skyrocketing too. 

In short, everyone was very busy today.

Of course to be able to get invited for the next gala, you have to spend a lump sum for the charity–which they would gladly do, because, tax write-off anyone? And on top of that, being featured as one of the most generous people, alongside the Lans? There was no downside to being able to attend this gala. Even the corrupted politicians would get positive reviews if they were seen in this party of the year.

Lan Xichen did not spare any expenses for the gala. He hired only the best. The food, the decoration, the performer, everything has to be flawless. And it was easy to coax the Police Commissioner to place his plain clothed men around the gala, adding the private bodyguards that he hired to protect his biggest investment. 

Wei Wuxian.

Lan Xichen was told by Xie Lian about Wei Wuxian's plan to lure out the stalker. While at first he disagreed with the dangerous plan, he finally–reluctantly–agreed after his brother also coaxed him to do that. To put this behind them quickly. While he held Wei Wuxian's hand tight.

He raised his eyebrows at the intimacy that his brother and Wei Wuxian showed off–the way they looked at each other and how Lan Wangji touched Wei Wuxian's various body parts softly, intimately. 

So, they got back together.

"Fine." Lan Xichen finally agreed with a loud sigh. He didn't show that he was happy seeing his brother smile like that again. He just hoped that everything went well this time.

Jiang Cheng entered the ballroom together with Nie Huaisang, but he split shortly after to try to find Wei Wuxian backstage, and he saw–no, heard–Wei Wuxian moaned like a bitch in heat. 

He quickly got his phone out to take photos and recordings, to use it for blackmail against Wei Wuxian. But when he peeked into the room to see who he did it with, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Lan fucking Wangji.

Were they back together?

And damn Lan Wangji had a huge cock, and he happened to use it expertly to make Wei Wuxian moan like that.

The sound of the flesh slapped against flesh reverberated in the small room and it made Jiang Cheng unwillingly have an erection. He looked at his traitorous organ in hatred and willed it to go down, when he was grabbed from behind by none other than Luo Binghe.

"I'm sorry, this is not a public place, Sir." Luo Binghe took his phone and shoved him to the other two bodyguards who escorted Jiang Cheng out of the backstage.

"Hey, you, brute! Yeah I remember you, you're Wei Wuxian's head of security, right? Don't you remember me? I'm Wei Wuxian's brother, Jiang Cheng! Hey, hey let go of me!" Jiang Cheng slapped away the bodyguards' hands on him like a wild cat, and Luo Binghe moved closer to him.

"Sir, I suggest you behave yourself. Otherwise, we will have no option other than escort you out of the premises and forbid re-entry. Mr. Lan specifically told us that even though the guests had already paid, he would still have them thrown out rather than disturbing the peace of the whole gala." His eyes were cold and it caused Jiang Cheng to gulp. "No refund." Luo Binghe smirked.

"But…" Jiang Cheng still tried to weasel his way out. This was the only chance he had to see Wei Wuxian face-to-face, to beg him to not take everything back. "I need to see my brother. It's important."

"I'm sure if he really is your brother, you will find another way to contact him other than disturb him before his performance." Luo Binghe signaled the others who blocked Wei Wuxian's door. "Now please. Ballroom, or outside?"

Jiang Cheng finally admitted his defeat and he let those huge bodyguards escorted him back to his seat. He would definitely find another way to meet Wei Wuxian again before the night was over.

Not far from there, a pair of eyes witnessed everything, from the first time Jiang Cheng peeked into Wei Wuxian's room and tried to take photos, to the treatment of the bodyguards, and finally his exit. 

Thanks to Jiang Cheng's tantrum, the person could see how efficient the security here was, and how they only focused on Wei Wuxian's safety. 

And he knew how to get around it.