My angel will judge me.

part 42

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Evening Scene:

By late afternoon, Wangji finished his lab work and headed home, tired but calm. As he reached his apartment floor, something felt… off. The door was already unlocked.

He stepped inside quietly—only to freeze.

In the living area, sitting comfortably on the couch, was Wuxian. Not just alone. His secretary sat beside him, and across from them was a female client, smiling politely as they discussed something in detail. Papers were spread on the table, and Wuxian was leaning slightly forward, focused, speaking in his smooth professional tone.

They were close. Too close.

Wangji’s eyes narrowed.

He understood it was work—yes. He understood Wuxian hadn’t fully returned to the office yet and needed to handle some urgent matters at home—fine.

But still… why did his chest feel tight?

His jaw clenched unconsciously. Fingers curled into a fist. That uncomfortable twist of jealousy slowly coiled inside him—quiet, dangerous, possessive.

Without saying a word, Wangji simply turned and walked upstairs, his steps controlled but stiff. He didn’t slam the door. He didn’t speak. He just left.
But inside?
He absolutely did not like what he saw.
Not at all.
Wangji took a cold shower, letting the icy water calm the faint burn that had been sitting under his ribs.
Fresh clothes. A composed face. Perfect control.

He walked downstairs again.

But the scene was unchanged.

Wei Wuxian was still seated on the sofa, leaning forward in focus. His secretary sat nearby, while the female client remained far too close—her shoulder almost brushing his. She laughed lightly at something he said, and in the next moment, her hand casually touched his, fingers lingering.

Wangji froze. His jaw tightened.

His voice came out calm, steady—but unusually distant.

"Wei Wuxian."

The room stilled.

Wuxian blinked, turning around with a surprised expression. He  heard that name from Wangji’s mouth—unless Wangji was displeased.

"L-Lanzhan… you’re home already? I didn’t even notice—"

'Of course you didn’t,'  Wangji thought. 'Your attention was elsewhere.'

His fist clenched behind his back, invisible to everyone.

He kept his voice perfectly controlled.
"Explain. What is happening here?"

Wuxian quickly stood up, scratching his neck awkwardly.
"Ah… you made me skip office until I fully recover, right? So I asked my assistant to bring some necessary files here. This is a very important deal. I hope… you’re not upset."

Wangji did not respond.

Silence meant danger.

Suddenly, from behind, Yibo chimed in casually, mischief lacing his voice.
"But Baba, why  are you working here? You will disturbed —and we’ll also get disturbed. Baba, maybe you should use deda’s study room with your assistant and, especially, this pretty client. You three can work quietly there. No one will bother you."

The client blushed when Yibo winked at her.

Wangji’s fist tightened further.

He did not approve. Not one bit.
Not Wuxian sitting this close.
Not that woman’s hand.
And certainly not leaving them alone in his personal space.He just wants to scream.Especially on his son.