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Whenever they have a serious fight, Wei Wuxian would leave their house and come back after a week, during those times, Lan Wangji would always be worried sick, Wei Wuxian never answered the phone, he only gets a good night sleep whenever Jiang Yanli would text him, saying that Wei Wuxian is safe and sound. It put his mind at ease.
They had another serious fight, it was about Lan Wangji’s alleged third party. There were a lot of photos and even videos of them eating together. Lan Wangji reasoned that it was for work, that the woman was the daughter of his boss, he didn’t get to explain clearly because Wei Wuxian walked out on him. Lan Wangji couldn’t help but burst into anger and sadness.
It just hurts to know that Wei Wuxian doesn’t trust him enough.
It's been three days and Jiang Yanli’s usual update arrived, but it was a call this time. He answered, thinking that Wei Wuxian was the one on the other side of the line when he heard Jiang Yanli’s trembling voice.
Her voice was terribly shaking, Lan Wangji could tell that the woman was on the verge of crying. Lan Wangji started to feel nervous, afraid even.
“Jiang Yanli-jie… how 's Wei Ying?”
“Lan Wangji, A-Ying is… A-Ying is–” the woman couldn’t help it anymore and broke down into tears, Lan Wangji could hear voices in the background, shouting Jiang Yanli’s name when he heard Jiang Wanyin’s voice. “Lan Wangji, news has reached us that Wei Wuxian was pronounced dead on arrival.”
Jiang Wanyin spoke oh so softly that he thought he wasn’t talking to the angry lotus, but what comes out from Jiang Wanyin’s lips made him stop in his tracks, his mind goes blank, he feels like the world is going down and it’s going down with him.
Lan Wangji lost his strength and slumped on the cold, tiled floor of their home, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian’s home. How did it come to this? Has… has Wei Wuxian done this to himself? Because of him? Did it hurt his spouse so much that he resorted to killing himself?
The phone fell from his grasp as he gripped his hair, eyes blurring because of the tears. He lost Wei Wuxian, he lost his Wei Ying. The very thought of it kills Lan Wangji and now that it has become real…
He shouted.
He shouted his grievance before getting up from the floor, bolted out of the house and into his car then hit the road. A lot of violations have been made but he was not thinking straight right now. Maybe Jiang Wanyin is joking, even if the joke wasn’t even funny in the first place. Maybe they are playing a prank on him, revenge for Wei Wuxian.
In no time, he reached the hospital, cold sweat trickling down his forehead, feeling nauseous. He went to the reception desk when he saw their friend Wen Qing, who was walking towards him.
“Doctor Wen, how’s– how’s my Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji asked, voice cracking from crying and shouting so much. “Where's his room? Let me go and see him, he needs me.”
Wen Qing stopped her friend from walking away and told him straight to his face. “Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian is gone… he was sent here with little to no hope already, I tried my best,” Wen Qing choked her sobs, “we all did. But the wounds were just too fatal and it was too late when he was brought to the hospital. A passerby said that it was an eight-wheeler truck’s collision with Wei Wuxian’s car that brought him to this state. The truck was fine, there were no issues, it turns out that the driver was a little drunk…”
Lan Wangji didn’t hear any of those words after she told him the whole blatant truth.
Three months have passed since Wei Wuxian’s death, the adoption papers have finally been finalized and now, their family of three is missing one person. When they met A-Yuan, he was only a two-year-old, sickly child. The boy knew he was adopted by two fathers so when he finally got to live with them, he was sad not seeing his other father.
It breaks Lan Wangji every day, seeing that Wei Wuxian never got to meet the son they adopted. Never got to live with him. With them.
Lan Wangji never forget to tell A-Yuan everything about Wei Wuxian, and the child loved his dead father even more, Lan Wangji would often find A-Yuan inside the room where Wei Wuxian’s ashes are kept, he was just sitting there, in front of his dead father, telling him what he did throughout the day, he would bring his toys there as well, or even sleep on the small couch.
It would have been perfect, the three of them living in this cozy home, all happy and smiley, contented with what they have, not caring about what the future holds.