My angel will judge me.

part 49

Wei Mansion — Late Afternoon

The big double doors swing open, and Yibo strolls in, his uniform slightly rumpled, hair shining under the chandelier light. His first destination? Not his room. Not the kitchen. Straight to Mrs. Kim’s quarters.

She’s standing by the dresser, busy arranging some documents when—
two warm arms suddenly wrap around her from behind.

Yibo (grinning) " Sweety, I missed you sooo much!"

Mrs. Kim freezes mid-gesture, rolls her eyes skyward.
Mrs. Kim said , "Alright, what’s the trick this time? You hugging me this early in the day—must be an evil plan brewing."

Yibo said, " What? Me? Evil? I just missed you, that’s all!"

Mrs. Kim arching a brow " Missed me, huh? Speak, young man. What do you want? More pocket money? A day off? Or my soul?"

Yibo laughs, dramatically pressing his hand to his heart.

" Nothing like that! It’s just—college is soooo far away, you know? My poor body gets tired. Even my bike gets tired!"

Mrs. Kim turns around, hands on hips.
"Excuse me? Your bike gets tired? That thing costs more than my annual salary!"

Yibo  pout and said : "Exactly! It’s a luxury bike, not a donkey! So… I was thinking... maybe I could stay at Aunt Yanli’s mansion for a while. It’s closer to college!"

Mrs Kim said "Oh, no. Your  baba would never allow that."

Yibo quickly said, "But if you talk to him, Deda, he’ll say yes! You’re his weakness, everyone knows that. Pleaseee?"

Mrs. Kim sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"You think you can sweet-talk me into this. Tell me honestly—what are you really planning? Every time you pack your bags, disaster follows."

Yibo grinning, dodging the question "Hmm… that’s classified information, top secret. Personal mission. Better not ask."

Mrs. Kim gives up, throwing her hands in the air.

"Fine! Do whatever you want. But when things explode, don’t drag me into it!"

Yibo plants a quick kiss on her cheek.

"You’re the best, Sweety! I’ll handle everything. Off to Xiao Mansion now—wish me luck!"

He salutes dramatically and runs out, humming as Mrs. Kim yells after him

"You are the reason my blood pressure keeps rising, young man!"

Mrs. Kim sighs deeply, glancing at her phone one last time before finally calling Wangji.

Mrs. Kim: "Sir, I tried to stop him. Really, I did. But your son—he’s unstoppable when he decides something. He’s going to stay at the Xiao Mansion for a while."

There’s a pause on the other end. Then a calm voice replies—

Wangji: "It’s alright. If he’s with Sean, I’m not worried. That boy’s mischievous, but Sean won’t let him go too far."

Mrs. Kim exhales in relief

Mrs. Kim’s fingers trembled slightly as she ended the call.

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Cut to: Thailand, the penthouse suite of a five-star hotel.

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Wangji hangs up the phone and turns toward the king-sized bed, where Wuxian is lying flat on his stomach, scrolling through his phone lazily.