My angel will judge me.

part 51

Sean carried Yibo in his arms with extreme care as he entered the Xiao mansion.
The house was quiet—Jin Ling was at school, Zixuan was at work, and Yanli was probably taking her afternoon nap.

Sean didn’t waste a second. Holding Yibo securely, he headed straight to his room. He gently placed Yibo on the bed, as if setting down something precious, then turned to the driver and took the dressing box from him.

He knelt down in front of Yibo, opened the box, and carefully dipped his fingers in the ointment.

Yibo’s eyes were still filled with tears.
His voice was broken and trembling as he said,
"My beautiful face… it’s ruined… I’ll look ugly… Sean, I’ll look so ugly now…"

Sean’s heart clenched.
He wasn’t the type to talk much, but with Yibo, every expression softened automatically.

He cupped Yibo’s jaw gently with one hand and whispered,
"Shh… stop saying that. You’re still beautiful. You will always be beautiful."

Yibo sniffled loudly, lips trembling, looking like a kicked puppy.
He kept muttering curses about Yifei between hiccuped breaths.

Sean dabbed the ointment on the scraped skin with such tenderness that Yibo blinked at him in surprise.
He was usually cold, distant, emotionless.
But right now?
He was acting like the most patient boyfriend in the world.

Sean leaned closer and said quietly,
"If someone dares harm you again, they won’t even get the chance to breathe. Just focus on healing, baby."

Yibo’s cheeks heated—not from pain, but from the way Sean said baby in that deep voice.
He tried to pout again and whisper,
"But it hurts… so much…"

Sean blew softly on his cheek,
warming and soothing the sting with the heat of his breath.

"Still hurts?" he asked.

Yibo nodded dramatically.

Sean pressed a soft kiss right beside the injury, careful not to touch the hurt part.
"How about now?"

Yibo froze.
His ears turned red instantly.

He wasn’t expecting that.

Sean smirked slightly—just slightly—as he continued applying the ointment.
Then he wiped the tear tracks from Yibo’s face with his thumb and said,
"Your face isn’t ruined."

"You’re mine.
And mine always look perfect."

Yibo’s heart did a full somersault.
Even through the pain, he couldn’t stop the little flutter in his chest.

Sean then pulled Yibo gently into his chest, letting him hide his face there.
He stroked his hair slowly, comforting him like a child.

Yibo mumbled against his shirt,
"Sean… she ruined my beauty…"

Sean kissed the top of his head.
"No one can ruin what’s mine."

Yibo finally stopped crying—only because being held like that felt too safe, too warm, too soft.

And Sean didn’t let go.
Not even for a second.

Sean was still sitting beside Yibo on the bed, applying the ointment with deadly precision, when his phone began to ring nonstop.

He ignored it the first time.
And the second.
And the third.

But when the fourth call came — his jaw tightened.

This ringtone wasn’t normal.
This was the emergency line used only by his top officers.

He finally answered with his usual cold tone:
"speak."