My angel will judge me.

part 23

Yuan was returning from the market, humming softly to himself, a small bag of snacks in one hand. The sun had started to dip, casting golden light on the pavement.

Suddenly—
A hand clamped over his mouth from behind.

"Mmmpf—!" he gasped, eyes wide in panic as he was dragged toward a sleek black car. The door swung open, and he was shoved inside.

Heart pounding, he prepared to scream—
Then froze.

Seated beside him in the car were two boys.
One of them... looked eerily familiar.

"B-Baba...?" Yuan breathed, staring at Yibo’s face with awe and confusion. "You brought me here like this? Why—?"

Yibo groaned dramatically. "Seriously? Do I look that old to you?"

He leaned forward, flicking his bangs. "Use those eyes properly. I’m eighteen. I’m Wang Ji’s son. Which means... I’m your brother."

Yuan’s eyes widened even more. "W-Wait! You’re the guy from the party! I called you ‘Baba’ back then too!"

Yibo gave a smug nod. "The one and only."

Without warning, Yuan threw his arms around him in a tight hug. "You look exactly like him! Seriously, this is crazy!"

Yibo patted his back awkwardly. "Yeah, yeah. I get that a lot. It’s the genetics."

He then pulled out a sleek invitation card from his jacket and handed it over. "Anyway, I’m here to officially invite you to a very important event."

Yuan blinked. "What kind of event?"

Yibo leaned in closer, whispering with dramatic flair, "You’ll find out soon."

He winked.

Then, motioning to Xuan, he opened the car door, stepping out like a prince.

"Don’t be late, little bro," Yibo said over his shoulder.

And just like that, the car drove away, leaving Yuan staring at the invitation in his hand, utterly confused… and slightly excited.

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Yibo and Xuan  entered the small apartment where they had kept meng Yao prisoner. They opened the door and entered and found him lying unconscious.  Xuan, standing nearby, muttered, " He is dead.!!"

"Shut up, he's not dead yet, he lost consciousness because he wasn't given food and water. Now pack him up and put him in our car. Without him, the party won't be fun."-
Yibo said

And they got down to their work.

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Night — Wei Mansion

In his private room, Wei Wuxian sat before his computer, immersed in his late-night work. The glow of the screen reflected in his sharp eyes as he clicked through files and reports.

Suddenly—
Ding!

An email notification popped up.
He glanced at the sender:
Mrs. Kim.

Subject: Formal Invitation to Grand Get-Together – Wang Mansion

Wei Wuxian paused, eyes narrowing slightly. His finger hovered over the trackpad. After a moment of hesitation, he clicked it open and read through the neatly worded invitation, the corners of his lips twitching just slightly — unreadable.