🧁 old-fashioned YanShen cupcake | Chapter 7/10 | ao3
Huanyue receives a tip-off from a competitor company that Yan Wushi is being watched by assassins hired by Tujue, with the motorcyclists from the other day amongst the waiting assailants. Shen Qiao, still embarassed from having gone too smoothly with the unexpected flow that night, is simultaneously concerned for his boss's safety, so he decides to watch them back...or at least try.
Yan Wushi doesn't want Shen Qiao to risk his life, so he invites him into his house, and in the process, finds himself suddenly faced with an opportunity to invite him, too, into his heart.
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It takes less than a week of home recuperation for Yan Wushi to walk again. The very morning Yan Wushi returns back to the office, he receives some unexpected news.
It's a short memo sent to his official email, from someone unexpected:
Yan Wushi, you're being targeted by someone from Tujue.
Remember the motorcyclist from the other day? That was Tujue. The guy had accidentally misaimed and went in the direction of your subordinate instead, but he got lucky and ended up hitting the right goal because you decided to shield him in the end.
They are still watching you, though, so consider yourself warned.
No need to thank me, either. I’m telling you this because I owe you one, Mr Yan Wushi. Now we’re quits.
~ Someone from Hehuan
This is very interesting news, although he can already guess who'd sent the note—the new chairperson of the newly revamped Hehuan; the young woman who singlehandedly rebuilt the company one week after its downfall.
Bai Rong.
Yan Wushi chuckles—never thought she'd return the favour.
Years ago, Yuan Xiuxiu and Sang Jingxing, the respective chairperson and chief executive officer of the old Hehuan, had sent a spy. Specifically, they'd hoped that Yan Wushi would hire her as an intern, or even better, a full-time worker, before using her hacking skills to steal Huanyue's information. They'd simultaneously failed and succeeded, because Yan Wushi had seen through their ploys, but yet hired her any way. He'd been wise enough to corner her before she could make any move, ultimately coercing her to turn against them and spill Hehuan's tea.
She'd refused to spill everything, though she'd had no choice but to spill some. Had Wushi been in a bad mood, he'd have exposed her and confronted Hehuan, which would, in turn, have gotten her company in legal trouble for the attempted espionage. However, Wushi had decided to be magnanimous and let her go with a warning letter to Hehuan.
Seems like doing good paid off. Yan Wushi smiles, thinking that the goodie Shen Qiao might love this story. Yan Wushi also sighs, because with the current situation, he's got no choice but to lie low for a while.
Which incidentally also means that he can't resume his weekly weekend outings with his intern, even though he's already all recovered now.
He wonders if Shen Qiao is still amenable to visiting his home on Saturdays, even though he's now no longer immobile and in need of caretaking. The noodles he'd cooked the other day were really awesome; the movie they'd found on television that evening was interesting, and it was refreshing to see Shen Qiao tickled and laughing unbridledly at a romcom cartoon.
It was fun. Although he'd fallen asleep like an idiot halfway, it was fun. However, he realises he'd better not suggest that Shen Qiao visit his home—he couldn't bring himself to trust that his mind would have enough control over his heart.
Because now that he could move again, the risk is that he might accidentally make a move on him.
Speaking of Shen Qiao, he hadn't seen him all morning. He whips out his cell phone, sending him a text.
A-Qiao, come upstairs to my office. I have something to tell you.
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Shen Qiao's phone beeps—it's a text message from his boss. As he reads the contents, apprehension crawls up his spine, accompanied by a sick, giddy feeling in his chest.
Fearing that a confrontation for his actions the other night is impending, he heads to the sixth floor with apprehensive, heavy footsteps.
When he arrives at Yan Wushi's office, the older man pulls a chair for him in his usual, gentlemanly fashion. Amidst the dark whirlpool of uncertainty and dread in his gut, he can't help but feel a growing admiration for his boss—he'd never envisioned that someone could be so chivalrous even after being taken advantage of in his sleep.
"Shen Qiao, I'm being targeted."
Shen Qiao wonders if that was a highly indirect and roundabout way of phrasing the words, Shen Qiao, I know you tried to 'target' me in my sleep that day.
He doesn't know what to say to that, but he can feel his face burn with shame. He looks at the floor.
"...A-Qiao, are you alright? Are you having a fever?" Wushi stands up, attempting to touch Shen Qiao's forehead. At the sudden contact, the latter recoils in shock.
"—sorry," Wushi retracts his hand, backing off, facial expression uncharacteristically flustered. "Didn't mean to touch you."
Shen Qiao is silent, and for a few moments, Wushi mirrors the silence.
"I'm sorry—"
"I'm sorry—"
It's the first time they'd spoken at the same time, both words and tempo in perfect harmony, and of all things they could have said, it had to be an apology.
"Please go ahead and speak first, Mr Yan," Shen Qiao offers.
"Okay," Wushi continues, hesitant. "Did anything happen the day you were at my house after I fell asleep at the table?"
Shen Qiao is silent, face growing redder by the millisecond, and shit, goes Wushi's mind, racing like a thousand panicked deers on the run. Shit, did I actually make a move on him in my sleep that night?
Was it, in fact, not a dream?!
"Shen Qiao, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it. I didn't mean to do anything at all. I was drunker than I'd thought."
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Shen Qiao cannot believe his ears.
Yan Wushi was apologising...for what he had done?
Something is strange in this situation. A few moments later, the gears click in his head.
Turns out he hadn't been caught after all—quite the opposite, actually.
Shen Qiao sighs, feeling a thousand stones lift from his heart. He realises he doesn't have much time to feel relieved, though, because he now has a misunderstanding to absolve his boss of—a pretty huge one.
"No, Mr Yan," Shen Qiao quickly corrects Wushi before his misconception starts simmering further. "You didn't do anything at all. Please don't worry."
"I didn't do anything? Then—why did you look—"
"Sorry, I was thinking about some other things." Shen Qiao's voice is reticent, voice sounding almost under-his-breath. "Please don't worry, as they don't have anything to do with you."
That last statement was a lie, though, and Shen Qiao knows it. He's been taught, as a child, to abstain from dishonesty except for the most pressing of circumstances, which means that apparently, his heart had gone ahead and decided that hiding his slowly-growing romantic feelings for his boss is a pressing circumstance.
"Oh," Yan Wushi sighs, visibly relieved. "Good to hear that I hadn't done anything untoward. Is there anything I can help you with, regarding your troubles, then?"
"No," Shen Qiao smiles for the first time that day, heart warmed by his boss's kindness. "Please don't worry, Mr Yan."
Something in the deep of his gut starts whispering to him, cooing, saying that he'd chosen the right target to have romantic feelings for. Shen Qiao shakes himself from his reverie.
"Mr Yan, what was it you were going to say...something about being targeted?"
"Right, I was going to tell you. Silly old brain getting sidetracked again." Wushi chuckles. "Tujue's attempting to assassinate me. They'd already tried to do that the other day with the motorcycle."
"...that was Tujue?" Shen Qiao's jaw drops.
"Yeah. Received insider news from someone I know at Hehuan. Anyway, this means you will have to be on your guard as well, because now they know you as my subordinate." Wushi's voice trails off, dipping decibels softer. "And this also means we probably can't meet out on the weekends for a while from now, so the contract will be put on hold for a while."
"Oh," is all Shen Qiao says.
(In truth, he'd almost also said, I can continue to cook for you at your house and bring movies if you're not opposed.
He'd stopped himself, not knowing the consequences of his words—he couldn't bring himself to trust that his mind would have enough control over his heart.)
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It's Saturday—exactly two weeks since the day of Yan Wushi's attempted assassination, and one week after he finds out the perpetrators aren't letting him off yet—and Yan Wushi finds himself stuck in his house, bored out of his mind.
He's also hungry, so he looks into the fridge—it's actually not just eggs and nothing else this time, because there still remains a few leftover ingredients from last Saturday when Shen Qiao had visited. He tosses the noodles into a pot of water, waiting for it to boil. The water's taking a longer while to boil than usual—a completely normal occurrence, given that autumn has been gradually receding from the trees, making way for winter to arrive on the tree branches. As Wushi waits, he gazes outside his window, and what he sees almost causes his jaw to reach the floor.
It's Shen Qiao. On a bench outside his house. Wearing a large hoodie and track pants. No winter gloves, beanie or coat.
This will not do—the skinny guy will freeze.
More importantly...what on earth is he doing there?!
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"Silly A-Qiao," Yan Wushi pants, having rushed out from the house. "What on earth are you doing here?!"
"Mr Yan," Shen Qiao stands from the bench, visibly surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"That's my question. I asked first, so you answer first."
"I'm here to stand watch and protect you," Shen Qiao responds, not skipping a beat. "I figured the assassins may be lurking around your house, waiting for you to emerge."
Yan Wushi facepalms—on one hand, his heart is feeling warmer than a pavement on a summer day at the thought that Shen Qiao wants to protect him. On the other hand...
“…for someone with a PhD, you can be so silly sometimes, Shen Qiao. What if you become the one to get attacked?!"
"Don't worry, Mr Yan. I wore a bulletproof vest," is Shen Qiao's calm response, sounding like he'd just uttered something completely normal.
"Go back now," Yan Wushi puts on his sternest, most paternalistic voice. "Plus, you didn't bring a proper winter coat—not even a scarf! You'll freeze your skinny ass silly at this rate."
"I won’t, at least not for now. Please let me protect you, like you'd protected me the other time. Also, I don't own winter clothes—I left them back in Xuandu."
Yan Wushi sighs—seems like he's got no choice.
"…if you’re still insisting on protecting me, come protect me from the inside." Yan Wushi points towards his house behind them. "We can take turns to keep watch from the window."
When they arrive back at the house, they are greeted by an acrid smell of something freshly burnt.
"Oh," Yan Wushi realises. "The noodles."
They were boiling—now they're burnt.
Luckily for them, there are still two packs of noodles remaining in the fridge, and luckily for Yan Wushi, there's now also Shen Qiao around.
"I'll cook," Shen Qiao volunteers, sweet as usual.
"Sweet," Yan Wushi gives himself a little hi-five in his heart. "I'll get out the wine."
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Accompanying their dinner of tomato-egg noodles and wine this time is a Japanese historical movie recommended by Yu Shengyan.
Twenty minutes into the movie, Yan Wushi starts shaking his head.
"What sort of weird taste does this kid have in movies?" Yan Wushi whips out his phone. "Even an old dude like me finds it boring as hell."
Wushi rapidly types an angry message on his phone.
Sent to Shengyan, 21:18
Kid. What kind of crappy-ass boring old movie did you just recommend me? -_-
He clicks send. A few moments later, his phone beeps in return.
Shengyan, 21:20
Boss, how can you not appreciate the beauty of Nomura Mansai as Seimei in Yin-Yang Master 2001?! That one's a super-classic! * ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა *
Reading Shengyan's spirited response, Yan Wushi facepalms. Shen Qiao laughs softly, quietly finding the young man's taste in Heian-era classical Japanese stories equal parts amusing and impressive.
"More wine for you, A-Qiao?" Yan Wushi offers.
Shen Qiao looks down at his glass and realises it's empty—he'd drunk more than he'd known. He hadn't even intended to in the first place, but he'd found it hard to reject his boss, so he'd eventually relented, reckoning that half a glass might be okay.
This is not okay—alcohol has never been Shen Qiao's friend.
"No, thank you." Shen Qiao can feel the blood rushing to his face.
This is not okay.
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Interestingly, the movie did eventually pick up momentum, so Yan Wushi decides to continue watching it. Shen Qiao, however, hasn't been watching anything for the past ten minutes.
He's falling asleep.
"A-Qiao, are you alright?" Yan Wushi touches his forehead. "Whoa, you're burning."
Shen Qiao doesn't respond—his head is spinning too hard to do so. Yan Wushi starts chuckling.
"Never knew you were this weak to booze."
"I'm not weak to booze," Shen Qiao retorts, slurring slightly. "I'm jus' tired."
(Ironically, the thing about Drunken Shen Qiao is not that he's weak—it's that he becomes uncharacteristically headstrong.)
"Tired?" Wushi smirks, amused at his subordinate being unexpectedly out-of-character when drunk. "Not sleeping well lately?"
"Yeah, not sleeping well at all."
"Why not?" Yan Wushi asks, genuinely concerned.
"I was up thinking."
"Thinking about?"
The blood is rushing; at this rate, there's no longer helping the flow to his own head, so Shen Qiao goes with the flow.
"About you."
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thousand autumns donghua, episode 13~
(i have been warned in advance that this one is gonna HURT. so. brace urselves, gentle tumblrinas 😩)
kid: how come i've got to fetch water?? MAKE SHIWU DO IT! D:<
shifu: *WHACK* i may not have a shillelagh but i HAVE GOT A HORSETAIL WHISK. GO, CHILD. DO CHORES!!
ohhh poor sweet shiwu ;A; he volunteers to help anyway ;A; what a good lad!! DOn'T TAKE HIM FROM ME 😭😭
shen qiao: *is unconscious in front of the temple*
the kids (in skyrim child's voice): AH!! DEAD BODY!!! DDD:
sang jingxing: how dare shen qiao hurt me. I AM HURT. I AM HURT BY SHEN QIAO TRYING TO STOP ME FROM KILLING AND EATING HIM. >:(
awwww now shiwu is looking after shen qiao ;A; he's so SWEET, he's such a kind and gentle babby ;A;
OH NOES!!! SHEN QIAO'S MERIDIANS ARE BROKEN!?! HE CAN'T DO MARTIAL ARTS???!!! BUT HE HAS LITERALLY NO OTHER SKILLS (that we know of)!!!!
ashdodsdaisji shifu is strict!! but shiwu goes 'even if u've got a sharp tongue, i know ur a good man, shifu! :D' and now shifu can't say shit when shiwu asks him to heal shen qiao!!!! well played, u clever babby, well played indeed!!! 🤣
yan wushi: lol u better pray for urself shen qiao. like call an ambulance but not for me >:D
shen qiao: *goes thru a magical girl transformation in his sleep*
shen qiao: that was weird :)
OH!!! HIS MERIDIANS ARE FIXED??? HIS DANTIAN IS HEALING?? HE CAN SEE??????
yan wushi (in his memories): lol let's uhhhh dual cultivate >;D >;D >;D
shen qiao (waking up): *BAAAARRRRFFFFF*
uh-oh
OH NO CHUYI
CHUYI NOOOO BE QUIET, CHILD!!! RUN, CHILD!!! RUN!!!
'xiao daoshi' this guy definitely drives a white van in the modern au version of this story 😒
NO DON'T HURT THE BABY!!! LET HIM GO U TWAT!!! ;A;
oh it's the weirdo with the fan made of knives!! lol i didn't recognise u with a child suspended in front of ur face as a hostage 😊
knife-fan guy: if u don't bring shen qiao here within two hours i will kill EVERY PRIEST HERE!! >:)
all three of them?? ok lol
……….i am bluffing pls do not kill them one is old and two are baby pls do NOT KILL THEM ;A;
shifu: well, that kid's dead. hehuan sect will kill everyone anyway, so i'll go die and u take care of my other student, k?
shen qiao: :) ??? :)
awww he froze shen qiao in place bc he knew shen qiao was gonna throw himself in front of them ;A;
HE PAT SHIWU ON THE HEAD GOOD-BYE
SHIFU NO
SHIFU DON'T DO IT
SHIFU NOOOOOOOO
knife-fan guy: wow too bad i have to kill this cute kid lol >:) i would have preferred to kill shen qiao but this is fine too >:)
shifu entering the scene like a character from a shakespeare play: 'it's dark!! who has disturbed my dream??'
and verily shifu did appear and try to make the blackguard spare his young squire the noose!! alas, the cruel knave believed him not, when shifu swore he did not know shen qiao, the one the blackguard sought; and so, in blood-soaked rage did he—AHEM ANYWAY
AHHH, XIAO SE!! that was his name. xiao se, bai rong, and yan shou!!! they are all the hehuan sect clowns, they who use children as human shields!! (except bai rong 😘)
awww poor shifu ;A; he knows his odds are bad but he's still trying to protecc shen qiao and save his boy ;A;
holy shit shifu is badass!!! GET EM SHIFU
uhhhh they're not gonna make me watch the kid die, are they?? are they???
zhu lengquan is shifu's name!!! nice to meet u sir!! im just gonna call u shifu tho. bc i have a feeling i won't be able to call u anything for very much longer ;A;
OH NO
OHHH NOOOOOOOO
CHUYI
CHUYIIIIIII NOOOOOOOOOOOO
THEY
THEY MADE ME WATCH
THEY MADE ME WATCH THE CHILD DIE
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
AWWW SHIFU YELLED HIS NAME!! HE IS HEARTBROKEN OMG
damn shifu is cool!! he's fighting so hard on chuyi's behalf ;A; he even SPITS on the murderer!! bc he's a BADASS MOTHERFUCKER!!!! U GO KING!!!
SHIFUUUUUU
SHIFUUUU NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
'even if i knew who he was, i wouldn't tell u bc u killed my disciple!! KILL ME FIRST'
and then they did ;A;
SCREW U LOT!!! SHIFU AND CHUYI WERE GOOD GUYS AND THEY DESERVED THE WORLD ;A;
NOOOOOOO SHIWU AND SHEN QIAO ARE CRYINGGGGG
FCK IM CRYING TOO
NOOOOOOOO MY BABIESSSSS
bai rong don't betray them. BAI RONG DON'T BETRAY THEM
awww THANK U BAI RONG!! UR THE BEST BAI RONG ;A;
she's just!! SO GREAT ;A; THANK U BBYGIRLLLLLL ;A;
BUT MY POOR SHIWU ;A;
my poor bby!!! he's crying so much!!!
NOW THEY’RE BOTH CRYING OVER SHIFU'S BODYYYY ;A;
THIS IS SO FUCKING SAD ;A;
shen qiao what are u doing wITH THAT SWORD oh he's
he's doing a swear. he make an oath. ok cool
AWWWW THEY BURIED SHIFU AND CHUYI ;A;
spongebob squarepants narrator guy: a few days later~
shen qiao and shiwu stare sadly at the river and cry ;A; they're sad, i'm sad, WE'RE ALL SAD HERE ;A;
shen qiao: btw i'm adopting u :(
shiwu: ok thanks new dad ;A;
shen qiao does not respect his scabbard, he throws that shit to the ground without regard
THIS SONG SLAPS!!! i wonder if it's some sort of specific music?? the singer's voice seems different to what i’m used to hearing somehow?? it's BEAUTIFUL tho, i love it 💚💚💚
shen qiao: ok kid watch this and repeat after me *does a whole-ass ROUTINE that most adults couldn't do*
'shang he tong bei???' is that what the blade is called? woe for all??
shen qiao is filled with DETERMINATION!!! good for him!!!
i love this donghua but sometimes the pacing is a bit odd, and it's more noticeable with the bg music shifts lol. i don't mind it tho!!! i'm enjoying myself very much!! :DDD
goin for a lil swim, shen qiao?? 🌊
AWWW SHIWU ASKED IF HE COULD BE LIKE SHEN QIAO ;A; THAT'S FECKING ADORABLE ;A;
OH MY GODDDDD THEY'RE SO CUTE ;A;
shen qiao: u smiled!! it would make ur shifu and chuyi happy to see that :)
OOAOAJDIOSAJ THEY'RE HUGGINGGGGG
HE'S HUGGING THE BABYYYYYYY THEY ARE FRIENDS NOW THEY HUGOMG THEY HUG 💚💚💚💚
aaaaa it's very sweet to see shen qiao acting with such warmth to shiwu ;A; unlike SOME PPL 😒 (glares at young zhou zishu telling babby jiuxiao and chengling not to cry ) shen qiao u will make a very good surrogate dad!! i look forward to u not at all contributing to this child’s trauma thru ur either ur reckless actions or ur choice of husband!!
[Exit, pursued by a bear.]
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