My angel will judge me.

part 35

Night sence

Wangji was exhausted by the end of the day. Not because of work—because Wei Wuxian had clung to him relentlessly, following him like a shadow without giving him a moment’s peace.

Now, Wuxian sat comfortably beside him in the car, grinning as though he had officially declared himself Wangji’s permanent attachment. They were heading toward Wangji’s apartment. Wangji didn’t stop him; in truth, a small part of him didn’t mind Wuxian coming over. But he said nothing. He only continued to avoid him in silence, pretending to be indifferent.

When they finally arrived at the apartment, Wangji stepped in and immediately noticed the unsettling stillness. Empty.

He understood right away—Yibo wasn’t home.

Calling over a servant, his voice remained calm as he asked, "Where is Yibo?"

The maid bowed her head respectfully. "Young Master Yibo and Young Master Yuan went out in the afternoon, sir. They haven’t returned yet."

Wuxian and Mrs. Kim, who had followed them in quietly, were standing behind Wangji, listening.

Wangji gave no visible reaction. He simply nodded and said, "Prepare dinner. And make it spicy tonight."

The maid hesitated for a second, glancing at Mr. Wang and then at Wei Wuxian behind him, before nodding again quickly in obedience.

Because Mr. Wang always ate plain, mild food.
But tonight… he had asked for something spicy.

Wuxian smiled softly. Wangji looked at him as if dazed, then gave a small, awkward laugh...

wangji  said, "Come on, freshen up."

Wuxian agreed. A little while later the scene moved to the dining table. Wangji and Wuxian sat in near silence, eating.

A bodyguard stepped in and reported, "Mr. Wang — we tracked the young masters’ location. They’re at Club Mirage." He handed an iPad across; on the screen the footage showed Yibo drinking and dancing, completely drunk, while Yuan lay slumped off to one side.

Wangji closed his eyes for a long moment, forcing himself to control his anger.

Wuxian watched all of this in silence; he could see how furious Wangji had become. At last Wangji spoke. "Bring them home," he ordered.

"Yes, sir." The guard replied, "We have people at the club right now. We’ll bring the young masters home safely."

Wangji only nodded.

Wuxian remained quiet, saying nothing. Then Wangji added, "A guest room has been prepared for you. Get some rest." He stood up and went to his own room. Wuxian watched him go, then bowed his head and silently prayed that his husband would not punish the boys too harshly.

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Some time letter

Wangji sat silently in the living room late at night.

He was still in his usual nightwear, his posture calm—too calm. His expression was unreadable, but there was a quiet chill behind that composed face.

That silence was shattered moments later by the loud, drunken yelling of someone being dragged inside.

Yibo, completely drunk, was being all but tied down and hauled in by two bodyguards.

"HOW DARE YOU KIDNAP ME! DO YOU KNOW WHO MY FATHER IS?! HE’LL DESTROY YOU ALL!" he screamed in his slurred voice, thrashing wildly.

Meanwhile, Yuan had already lost consciousness entirely and was being carried like a sack of rice in another guard’s arms.