My angel will judge me.

part 48

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After the Party

The night sky outside the reception hall shimmered with city lights as the celebration slowly came to an end. Guests began leaving one by one, laughter and music fading into the calm of midnight.

Yanli, Yifei, and Sean were also getting ready to go. Before leaving, Yanli walked over to her brother. She wrapped Wei Wuxian in a warm hug and smiled softly.

"I’m so happy for you, A-Xian," she said, her voice full of affection.

Wuxian smiled brightly, returning the hug.

" Thanks, A-jie. Go safely, alright?"

Yanli nodded. "I will."

Not far away, Yibo stood beside his parents — Wuxian and Wangji — but his eyes were fixed on Sean, who seemed equally lost staring back at him.

Yanli noticed her son’s distracted gaze and sighed with a knowing look.

" Alright,"  she said cheerfully, "time for us to go!"
Yibo looked completely betrayed — like someone had just told him cartoons were cancelled forever. His wide eyes turned toward his father for mercy.

But Yibo barely moved. He was still busy peeking at Sean from behind his father’s shoulder.

Wei Wuxian caught it — the way Sean couldn’t stop looking at his son, and the way Yibo was trying to hide his own interest.
He immediately walked forward, quite literally blocking their line of sight.

Sean’s calm expression tightened. The irritation on his face was obvious.

Wuxian crossed his arms.

"It’s late," he said sharply. "I think it’s time for you all to head home."

Sean didn’t even bother replying. He just turned around and walked off with that trademark attitude of his — quiet, cold, and arrogant.

Behind Wuxian, Yibo leaned slightly to peek from the side of his father, eyes still following Sean until he disappeared.

Wangji rubbed his temple and sighed deeply.

"You’ll never change," he murmured to Wuxian.

Wuxian looked back, blinking innocently.

"What? I was just being a responsible parent!"

Wangji said nothing — just another long sigh.

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The Next Morning

Sunlight poured into Wang Apartment through the wide windows. The whole place was alive with movement — bags packed, boxes stacked, voices echoing from every room.

They were finally moving back to Wei Mansion.

The morning was a whirlwind of packing and organizing. Mrs. Kim supervised, Yuan carried boxes, Wuxian gave chaotic instructions, and Yibo kept wandering around, clearly doing more talking than helping.

By noon, everyone was settled at the grand dining table in Wei Mansion. The atmosphere was peaceful for once — plates clinking, the smell of food filling the air.

Then, Wangji broke the silence.

"Yibo."

Yibo looked up mid-bite, spoon halfway to his mouth.

"Yes, Deda?"

Wangji’s tone was calm, but serious.

"Stop eating."