Drunken Mistake

DM 58

Wei Wuxian wiped at his tear-streaked face and gave Lan Wangji a weak smile, trying to diffuse the tension that hung heavy in the room. “The moment’s already broken, Lan Zhan. Go ahead and answer it,” he said, gesturing toward the buzzing phone. His voice was light, but his eyes still shimmered with the remnants of his earlier tears.

Lan Wangji’s brows knitted together, his jaw clenching. “Wei Ying—”

“Go on,” Wei Wuxian interrupted softly, stepping back. “It might be important.”

Reluctantly, Lan Wangji picked up the phone and pressed it to his ear. “What do you want, Mo Xuanyu?” His voice was cold and sharp, his usual calm shattered by the events of the morning.

On the other end of the line, a faint, trembling voice responded. “H-han Guang-Jun…” Mo Xuanyu sounded terrified, his words coming out in panicked whispers. “Please… please don’t hang up. I need your help.”

Lan Wangji’s grip on the phone tightened. “You dare contact me after everything?” His tone was icy, the anger barely restrained.

“I’m sorry!” Mo Xuanyu mewled, his voice breaking. “I didn’t mean to! I—I’m trapped! Please, listen to me!”

Lan Wangji’s eyes narrowed, his mind racing. “Trapped? What are you talking about?”

Mo Xuanyu’s voice dropped to a frantic whisper. “I was supposed to leave tonight. My flight is in a few hours. But I… I went to see Jin Guangyao to tell him I was leaving for good.” His breath hitched. “I overheard something I shouldn’t have.”

Lan Wangji’s expression darkened, a dangerous glint appearing in his eyes. “What did you hear?”

“I—I heard him talking about Jin Zixuan.” Mo Xuanyu’s voice was barely audible now, as if he feared someone might overhear. “He’s planning to… to have him killed. He wants to inherit the Jin properties, Han Guang-Jun. It’s a corporate murder, and he’s going to make it look like an accident.”

Lan Wangji’s entire body went rigid. Wei Wuxian, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, moved closer, his playful demeanor vanishing.

“And?” Lan Wangji pressed, his voice like steel.

“He saw me,” Mo Xuanyu whimpered. “He trapped me in the basement of his estate. I think he plans to pin everything on me. Please… please help me. If I don’t get out soon, I’ll miss my flight. But more than that, I might… I might not make it out at all.”

Lan Wangji’s mind worked quickly, piecing together the implications of Mo Xuanyu’s words. He didn’t waste time. “Stay calm,” he commanded. “Do not make any noise. I will handle this.”

He ended the call without waiting for a response and turned to Wei Wuxian, his expression grim. “Wei Ying,” he said, his voice firm. “Call your sister. Tell her Jin Zixuan is in danger. She needs to get him away from Beijing immediately.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened, but he nodded, already reaching for his phone. His fingers trembled slightly as he dialed the number. “A-jie,” he said quickly when Jiang Yanli answered. “You have to listen to me. Jin Zixuan is in danger. You need to get him out of Beijing right now. No questions, just do it.”

As Wei Wuxian spoke, Lan Wangji pulled out his own phone and dialed another number. “Nie Mingjue,” he said the moment the call connected. “This is urgent. Jin Guangyao is planning something against Jin Zixuan. I need your help to investigate and act immediately.”

He didn’t wait for a response before ending the call and dialing again. This time, it was Song Lan. “Song Lan,” he said, his tone clipped. “Mo Xuanyu is trapped in Jin Guangyao’s estate. I need you to secure his safety and ensure Jin Guangyao does not escape. I am on my way.”