My angel will judge me.

part 54

One Week Later — Wei Mansion

Wei Wuxian had survived many things in life:
gangsters, business rivals, assassination attempts…

But nothing—NOTHING—prepared him for
Pregnant Lan Wangji’s Week of Mood Swings.

Today’s disaster began at 7:00 AM.

Wangji stood in the doorway with a cold expression and said only one sentence:

"Wei Ying… the pillow… is wrong."

Wuxian froze. " …What? "

Wangji pointed at the luxurious, soft, imported pillow on the bed.

" I don’t like it."

" But you liked it yesterday! "

" Yesterday is gone."
Before Wuxian could say anything,
Yibo exploded into the room like a hurricane.

" BABA!! WHY DID YOU UPSET DEDA ON THE FIRST MINUTE OF THE DAY?!"

Wuxian: " I–I didn’t upset anybody—!!"

Yibo dramatically threw himself on the bed.
" Heaven save our family!  Deda is angry! "

Wangji remained perfectly quiet… but his eyebrow moved slightly.

Yuan walked in calmly with a glass of water.

"  You idiot, stop acting like a ghost. Baba is not angry. He is pregnant."

Yibo gasped loudly.
“OH. RIGHT. Mood swings. RUN, BABA! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!”

Wuxian grabbed three pillows and ran after Wangji like a panicked butler.

Yuan sipped his water peacefully.

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Afternoon time ~~~~~~

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Wangji stared at the plate.

" These mangoes look too yellow. This fruit looks like it has jaundice. "

Wuxian stared at the same plate.

"…they’re literally mangoes.This is the real color of this fruit."

Yibo slapped Wuxian’s back.
" Baba… why did you bring the YELLOW yellow ones?  Deda wants the pink ones! "

Wangji next to him silently nodded as if he really want that color.

Wuxian:  " THAT IS NOT A REAL COLOR!!"

Yuan, sitting politely on the sofa, said softly,

"  Papa , I think you should just go buy more. It will be faster than arguing."

Wuxian sighed, grabbed his keys, and ran out.

Yibo shouted behind him,
" DON’T COME BACK WITHOUT THE RIGHT SHADE OF MANGO OR WE ALL DIE! "

Yuan calmly added,
" Drive safe."

Evening time ~~~~~~

Wuxian finally collapsed on the couch.

"I massaged feet… carried pillows… hunted mangoes… is this my life now?"

Yibo was hanging upside down on the armrest like a bat.
" Yes. Welcome. You are deda’s servant."

Yuan nodded calmly.
" We appreciate your service."

Wuxian glared. " You two enjoy this too much."