They stop at the Building Supervisor's office on the ground floor.

He's a burly man, red-faced and friendly. Wei Ying tells him about the damage to the door, he nods along sympathetically, but makes no mention of actually fixing it.

"It was a break-in," Wei Ying adds, hoping he will give a positive feedback.

"Oh, that's a shame. I suppose you're going to report it? To the police? Did they take anything?" He asks, sounding more interested in that, than the door being broken.

"Not much to take," Wei Ying laughs, the sound awkward and stilted.

So Lan Zhan decides to take control of this pointless conversation.

"When will the door be fixed?" He tries not to glare at the now unsmiling man.

"Well, these things take time..." He scratches his chin as if he's thinking about it.

Maybe Lan Zhan was jaded now, having had more than a few conversations in his career as an architect with unruly workmen, who thought their little world depended on when they chose to complete deadlines, rather than the multitude of other professionals whose jobs were on the line.

Luckily, this was something he could fix now.

"Get me a piece of blank paper." This time, Lan Zhan uses his Compelling gift.

The super's eyes glaze over, becoming a dull brown, and then he turns around to fetch what Lan Zhan has demanded.

Lan Zhan quickly writes out what he wants in short, direct sentences, and signs the paper, making the super sign it as well. He takes a picture of the document and then carefully folds it, putting it away in the inside pocket of his jacket.

Meanwhile, Wei Ying is staring at him slack jawed, because he read what Lan Zhan wrote and is definitely shocked, because why?

Why would Lan Zhan be requesting-

"And now, you will take your toolbox and go upstairs to Mr. Wei's apartment and fix the door."

They watch the super turn around and get his toolbox, and walk past them to climb up the stairs.

Lan Zhan pays him no mind and takes Wei Ying's elbow to gently guide him outside. He can feel Wei Ying's eyes on him all throughout, and he preens internally that he could do something useful for his boyfriend...no, his fiance.

Wei Ying doesn't stop staring at him, not when he's loading up his trunk, not when he's sitting in the passenger seat, and even while Lan Zhan reaches over him to grab his seat belt.

"Mn?" Lan Zhan tries not to smile, but it's damn hard to stop himself.

"You-, I mean, well, why?" Wei Ying is struggling to gather his thoughts.

It's the smirk that does it, because Wei Ying rips his seat belt off and flings himself into Lan Zhan's arms, kissing him ferociously, a need that bubbles up until he's drowning in it.

Lan Zhan is all for this, an unexpected display of desire, especially when they've had to behave themselves in front of their family. But Wei Ying's lips are so soft, so eager, and the little noises he's making while licking into Lan Zhan's mouth is just devastating.

He's pressing himself into Lan Zhan's body, as if he's making a nest inside his ribs, wanting to get even closer. Lan Zhan understands this; he's wanted to wrap himself around Wei Ying so completely, to be able to protect him from anything that would dare to even glance at him in an unfriendly way, so the sentiment is reciprocated and encouraged.

He bites down on Wei Ying's bottom lip, licking it clean of blood and relishing the resulting power surge that thrums through his every pore, while wondering if he could get away with more, but the wolf whistle of a few straggling passers-by quickly prevents this line of thinking.

As Wei Ying reluctantly pulls away, a blush blooming high on his rosy cheeks, embarrassment making his beautiful silver eyes crinkle into crescent shapes, they smile at each other.

"Tonight."

It is only one word, but it is enough."

Lan Zhan carefully puts Wei Ying back into his seat, re-fastening his seat belt, and then puts the car into reverse.

"Even that's hot!" Wei Ying murmurs, still staring at him.

Lan Zhan has angled his whole body towards Wei Ying by pulling himself to that side so he can look behind them and manoeuvre the car backwards, instead of using his mirrors.

It might have been on purpose...

"Okay, you need to explain a few things," Wei Ying says, when they're on the road back to the Lan Manor.

"Mn?"

"Well, for someone who was drowning in guilt when he first used Compulsion, accidentally might I add, you sure used it on purpose just now! So give it up, tell me why?"

Lan Zhan waits until they stall at a traffic light to look over at him.

It's dark outside now, with the only light coming from opposite car headlamps and the blue and red ones on his dashboard, but even so, Wei Ying is radiant.

His gorgeous silver eyes are almost completely black, pools of love and curiosity staring back at him. His lips are kiss-bitten and swollen, but healed because of his extraordinary blood, and Lan Zhan can only smell contentment from him.

There is nothing negative in him, no judgement at all, and that's what makes Lan Zhan brave, confident in telling him the truth.

A honk behind them forces him to drive, but he's already speaking.

"The Supervisor of the building was at fault. It is his duty to look after the tenants under his care, and I was merely rectifying the situation," he explains matter-of-factly, as though this was an everyday occurrence.

"Okay, okay, I get that. But the other thing? The couch?" Wei Ying sounds incredulous.

"Mn. The couch." Lan Zhan can't look at him for this part.

"Lan Zhan! Lan Zhaaaan! I can't believe you're going to pay for something that belongs in some junkyard?!! It's not worth five dollars, let alone a hundred!" Wei Ying wails, clearly mystified with his behaviour. "It's not going to fit in your fancy apartment! Where are you going to put it?" He demands, thinking of Lan Zhan's spotless, white apartment. "It's going to be an eyesore."

Lan Zhan waits until he's parked outside the manor. He opens the door for Wei Ying first, before grabbing all their bags, and then, remembering what Wei Ying had said, he picks Wei Ying up as well, in a bridal style carry, smiling when Wei Ying yelps in surprise.

It's worth it for the simple awe on his face as he realises that Lan Zhan can more than cope.

"You never answered," Wei Ying says, wrapping his arms around Lan Zhan's neck.

"Mn?"

"The couch."

Lan Zhan waits until they reach his bedroom, where he puts Wei Ying down on the large bed first, before placing the bags on the little table on one side. He returns to sit next to Wei Ying, taking his hand and bringing it up to his lips.

"That couch is ours. Wei Ying kissed me for the first time there...and the thought of it belonging to anyone else...it is detestable. That couch is a part of our lives, a reminder of our love. I'm keeping it, because it is no eyesore to me." Lan Zhan sounds upset that Wei Ying suggested such a thing.

"Ahuh." Wei Ying is smiling widely now. At him.

Lan Zhan looks away. "You are laughing at me."

"Sweetheart! No!" Wei Ying climbs onto his lap, tenderly bringing his face back so he can look into his beautiful golden eyes, radiating hurt now. "I promise, I'm not laughing at you, I would never!"

He's adamant enough for Lan Zhan to reconsider.

"Then?"

"It's just that I..I never thought of it like that. My Lan Zhan is so romantic." He smiles even more when those ochre eyes turn warmer towards him, softening imperceptibly.

Only those who knew Lan Zhan could see the change.

Wei Ying marvelled at that alone, that this wonderfully kind and loving man felt that strongly towards him. And not just for him; Lan Zhan's heart was big enough for their whole family.

"So where are you going to put that lumpy old couch, anyway?" Wei Ying teases him, but it's full of love.

Lan Zhan kisses him then, a hard one because he cannot resist when the temptation is right here in his lap, and besides, it was a challenge.

"In the living room, in plain sight and on display. No one else is allowed on it, though," he says, standing up and walking them out of there.

It should be dinner time now.

"Lan Zhaaaan! You can't!" Wei Ying is horrified.

He's thinking of that pristine white room, with the oak flooring and white leather sofas, and try as he might, he can't imagine the floral printed, vintage (and that's being kind!!) couch carving itself a spot there, where it could fit in, in any universe.

Lan Zhan smiles at him in that quiet way of his, the kind of smile that shows Wei Ying how determined he is.

"Watch me."

**************

It is indeed dinner time, and Lan Zhan has to put Wei Ying down outside the closed door of the dining room. It's a crime, that's what it is, he thinks mournfully, grabbing Wei Ying's hand as a consolation.

It seems as though everyone has just arrived too, because the children are just seating themselves and JingYi throws them a grateful smile as they each sit on either side of him and A-Yuan.

Uncle nods solemnly, and XiChen beams.

Nie MingJue winks at both of them, making Lan Zhan remember earlier that day, and his shameless shirtless appearance by the gates of the Manor, and Wei Ying's reaction to him. So he glares past the tank that MingJue is, directing his ire at a poor spot on the wall behind him, exactly a centimetre on the left of his head.

"Huaisang?" Wei Ying asks, glancing at Uncle in case it's not allowed.

"Returned home. Apparently, he's received a lot of information that needs to be downloaded immediately," XiChen explains, also watching his uncle for disapproval.

The clearing of an annoyed throat quickly stops all further conversations.

Wei Ying is starving and even the salad looks good to his hungry tummy, though the chilli oil is a must. There's noodles, braised tofu, stir fry rice, and a savoury congee. The children have bunny shaped carrots and cucumbers as well, on a bed of lettuce, and for a while, there's only the sound of clinking cutlery and quiet chewing.

Later, when the children are sitting on either side of Uncle Qiren in his parlour, all three of them on the floor and colouring in with coloured pencils in a heap in front of them, XiChen turns to Wei Ying.

"When do you think you'll be moving home?"

"Baba?" A-Yuan is first to come towards Wei Ying, a worried look on his face.

But what's worse is the obvious distress on JingYi's face, holding himself back from seeking comfort.

"Oh, I'm sorry, perhaps I should have waited," XiChen says, now supremely uncomfortable at the awkwardness he's caused.

Lan Zhan immediately opens his arms for JingYi to come closer, and then both children are being hugged tightly by their parents.

"Are we moving?" A-Yuan asks Wei Ying.

Wei Ying looks at his chubby face, his silver eyes so earnestly upset at the thought of not living in their home any more. And he realises that neither of their children know what happened on Saturday night, to the door being smashed in, and it's just as well.

But they'll have to be told now.

"We wanted to ask you both first," he says instead, and offering up a prayer of thanks to whichever God or Goddess made him say that.

"Ask us?" JingYi says, as Lan Zhan wipes away his tears.

"Yes, of course! We're a family, and because of that, you both get to say where we live." The idea of going back to live in his apartment feels wrong now, because Wei Ying feels violated in some way.

A person's home was a sacred place, somewhere they could be safe, a sanctuary to rest within. But now, after the break-in, Wei Ying felt that, aside of going back to collect their things, he didn't think he could actually live there now.

"But why can't we stay there?" They both want to know.

"It's not safe, my beautiful radishes," Wei Ying kisses them both on their cheeks, hoping they'll understand.

"Why?"

Of course they would want to know, they needed a reason why they were going to move.

"You know PoPo was sleeping there? Some bad men came there, but luckily they didn't see her and you know she's safe, now. But because of that, we think we should live somewhere else."

Both children are quiet as they process this new information.

"Where are we going to live, then?" A-Yuan asks him.

Wei Ying could just kiss his beautiful round face, his gorgeous chubby dimples, and decides to do just that, and then it's JingYi's turn. All three are red-faced and laughing when he's done.

"We're going to live with Zhan-Gege." Wei Ying replies, a little breathlessly.

Lan Zhan has had enough of this conversation which could go either way, even now. So he plays his trump card.

"We have bunnies."

After that, it's all over.

The children want to know everything about Noodles and Tofu, demanding stories about them, including all the tips and facts that Lan Zhan has about them, about looking after the bunnies.

They're too excited even to sleep, and the only thing that pacifies them is the promise that they can all go to visit after school tomorrow.