#jing wen

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Jing Wen at John Galliano FW16

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Jing Wen by Txema Yeste for Numéro Magazine March 2017

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Jing Wen by Txema Yeste for Numero 181 Mar 2017

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Model Jing Wen captured by photographer Suffo Moncloa for the Autumn/Winter 2015 issue of Muse. 

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Jing Wen

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does anyone know wtf this means, like his he saying he’s gay?????😭😭😭😭

(Ik what the first part means but it’s the one surrounded by yellow)

(It’s the scene in book 5 where Jing Wen gets hit in groin but he has no pp)

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Jing Wen for KHAITE Resort 2019 Lookbook

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Hi again! THANK YOU SO MUCH for answering my ask! While I'd absolutely love if it could be a whole fic, I know that's probably too much to ask for. So, if you don't mind, can I ask for an interaction between swd and lw. Or maybe something about jing wen like you mentioned in the tags of the original post, since that sounded so interesting? Again, TYSM!!!

Anon, you have no idea what you've unlocked! xD

(I was trying to avoid Jing Wen in the last post because I thought no one would want to hear my ramblings on him. I love-to-hate him and think he’s a very fun villain for Ling Wen and the others to interact with. And also murder.)

I really don't have the energy (or writing ability) for a whole fic but I tried to write out a couple more snippets (which ended up fueling some more lingshui headcanons so thank you for that!!)

I'm largely doing this without an outline so these scenes are really more like character interaction exercises than something that would be in the fic if it existed (if that makes sense) but I really hope you enjoy! I think this was also my first time actually writing Jing Wen outside of rambles :D

But also... slight CW for Jing Wen?

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The bookshop in the capital was smaller than what Shi Wudu would have imagined. It occupied a single room, half of which was taken up by tables where customers and scribes sat, reading and copying out the shop’s wares. The other half contained the books on sale, lining a pair of tall bookcases. A balding shopkeeper sat at the counter. He had straightened up when they entered, and eyed the two of them as they walked past him to the shelves, well aware that these were the sort of customers who could afford to spend.

“What would you recommend?” Shi Wudu asked his companion. His chest swelled with pride when he saw the look on her face, the way her eyes hungrily scanned the many titles before her.

“You’re better off asking the bookseller. He would know what’s considered good,” Nangong Jie replied quietly.

“I don’t want his recommendations, I want yours.”

“Then I’m at even more of a loss. These titles are unfamiliar to me.”

“Take your time getting familiar with them, then.”

Nangong Jie obliged, breaking away from him to study the books more closely. Her fingers caressed the bindings of each one she touched, tracing the letting on the covers. The books at the very top were largely classics and treatises aimed at cultivating the mind and preparing one for exams. They were the sorts of books a literature god would be well acquainted with, but to Shi Wudu’s surprise, Nangong Jie didn’t linger on them long, nor did she pay much attention to the poetry anthologies just below. Instead, she crouched down to inspect the various popular novels at the bottom. Those, she would take out for longer periods and read through the first couple of pages. She made faces as she did, her lips quirking upwards or downwards depending on the contents. Shi Wudu stepped to the side to have a better view.

It was a very different experience to meet with Nangong Jie without Pei Ming whispering in his ear. Already Shi Wudu was starting to miss his nagging tone and the effortless compliments that flowed from his lips. Without him to provide the script, Shi Wudu found it difficult to say the sorts of things that could draw a laugh or even a smirk from her.

So he would do it with his actions instead. It was for that reason he chose to bring her to a place he thought she would like. Perhaps it was counterintuitive for that place to be a bookstore where she would inevitably be more enthralled by the books than by him, and conversations would be limited as a result, but Shi Wudu didn’t care. He wanted to see what kind of books caught her interest, when she finally had a chance for some leisurely reading.

So far he was enjoying himself, and he’d have liked to think she was too.

(this scene would go on to have them chatting about books and SWD buying LW a romance novel she picks out. I have not decided if LW genuinely likes romance novels or because she was trying to make SWD less interested in her by having "trashy" tastes)

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(and now the Jing Wen scene)

“You’re still here?”

Nangong Jie was at her desk. Writing endlessly inside a circle of lanterns, it should have been a typical nighttime sight. She didn’t look up as Jing Wen approached, didn’t acknowledge her superior’s presence at all until he was right to her, hand on shoulder, leaning over to inspect her work. Neat columns of characters filled barely a quarter of a page. There were more blank scrolls on one side of the desk.

“You’ve let your work pile up again. This isn’t good, Nangong. The other gods are waiting for these reports. What will they say about our palace if there’s a delay?”

“My apologies,” Nangong’s voice was low and flat, as though none of this concerned her. “I will deliver them before dawn.”

“So busy, always so busy,” Jing Wen remarked. “But of course, never so much that you can’t find time to cozy up to another man. Again.” His nails dug into her shoulder, making her drop the brush. A splatter of ink left trails on the page as it rolled to aside. It would have to be rewritten.

“That hurts,” Nangong Jie said sharply, not a hint of guilt in her voice.

“The hearts you trample upon hurt even more. I know where you were today,” he replied and rifled through the various documents until he found what he was looking for. Hidden beneath a stack of proper books was a trashy fictional novel that had no place on a literature god’s desk. Jing Wen picked it up and flipped through it. “So he’s buying you books now?”

“I bought it.”

“Please. You have better taste than this.” Jing Wen sneered, tossing the book back onto the desk. A romance novel. How laughable. Was that how she got her claws into Shi Wudu? By letting him think she was some meek little girl with a love of reading and fanciful dreams?

Only Jing Wen knew what kind of woman she really was. A cruel thankless bitch, who let her small talent for writing cultivate a great arrogance.

“Do you really think the Water Master is interested in you?” He asked her. “He’s just an arrogant tyrant stirring up trouble. Today he’s interested in antagonizing me, so it’s only expected that you would get swept up in his current. Don’t get conceited. His little provocations don’t bother me, so it won’t be long before he gets bored and moves on.”

Shi Wudu was a nobody. No one had even heard of him in the mortal realm before his sudden ascension shook the heavens. He had no background or achievements, yet spat out arrogant words like he was an authority on good conduct. If he saw something in Nangong Jie, it was only because she batted her eyes at him and used her talent for words to dole out a few compliments.

She was probably whispering in his ear from the beginning, he realized. How else could Shi Wudu be able to understand a literature god’s writing?

“Forget about him,” Jing Wen warned her, whispering quietly into her ear. “You work for me.”

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jing wen by stefan khoo for l'officiel malaysia february 2016

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Age of Opulence from Astral Theater Jing.W, HOYO-MiX

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Jing Wen at Alexandre Vauthier Haute Couture SS15

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Jing Wen at Burberry SS 2015 Backstage

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Jing Wen at Sies Marjan SS 18

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Chanel Spring 2019

Model: Jing Wen

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Jing Wen by Sølve Sundsbø