Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Li Shaoling hugged her, his voice a little probing. “You’re not angry anymore?”

“Why would I be angry?”

“Who knows?”

She was much happier today, and she was smiling from the inside.

Still, he knew that her smile was not because of him, but because of the rare warmth, noise and excitement.

Still, she had moved closer to him on her own. Didn’t that mean she wasn’t angry?

Be that as it may, their feelings had no basis—it was tiring for them to stay together compared to normal couples, having to tiptoe every day without knowing how long that would last.

“Li Shaoling.” Ji Weixi looked up. She spoke his name quietly, and watched him struggled for a moment before asking. “I wanted to ask—who was that woman who called you?”

“Qiao Biluo.”

Li Shaoling looked into her dewy eyes.

She was finally willing to ask him, and here he was assuming that she keep pretending it never happened.

“Hmm… so, Qiao Biluo told me she’s your girlfriend.” Ji Weixi bit her lip, slowly exposing what she had been running from and was unable to face. “I want to ask you—is she?”

She would believe him if he said no.

Having thought about it for an entire night, Ji Weixi realized that Li Shaoling was the father of her son, and could be her partner in the future. That was why Ji Weixi decided not to hide everything inside her heart to avoid unnecessary problems for her child and their relationship.

She wanted things to go natural.

Naturally, she did not want others to keep messing up things for her.

If Qiao Biluo would call herself Li Shaoling’s girlfriend, there just might be a Choppelo doing the same tomorrow, and a Cappuccino the day after. If Ji Weixi chose to believe what they all said and chose to hide herself, she and Li Shaoling would be over.

That was why Ji Weixi would rather face everything directly in the future, and she did not want to tire herself.

Li Shaoling’s eyes turned cold. He was surprised by Ji Weixi’s proactiveness, and just as he had expected, that damned woman didn’t say anything good.

He smiled. “Of course she’s not, silly.”

Ji Weixi’s heart stirred. She was feeling troubled and blamed herself a little.

Li Shaoling had obviously loved her deeply, but she somehow still didn’t feel secure. The voices from the outside constantly swirled beside her ears, and she felt several times more troubled.

And why was she troubled?

Because she was doubting.

Li Shaoling probably would not have hesitated in trusting her.

But Ji Weixi wasn’t him.

Li Shaoling had forgotten everything, but she remembered all that she had lost.

Quietly sighing, Ji Weixi thought then that her life was tiring, and she therefore must try her best not to be so tired.

“Li Shaoling, I really thought that she was your ex.” Ji Weixi said dully as she buried herself in his chest.

His voice remained calm, even cheerful—there was no sign he was upset. “Hmmm. I get you.”

Ji Weixi looked up. “But is it possible that she was your girlfriend before you lost your memory?”

Li Shaoling’s brow knitted unhappily, just as the lines on his face tightened and a cold look passed through his face. “Did you think that I have such low standards?”

That he would choose Qiao Biluo?

Losing his memory doesn’t mean he would change.

Moreover, in the very first moment that he saw Ji Weixi four years later, he had the feeling that they knew each other, and he firmly believed she was the one he loved four years ago.

It just couldn’t be helped that the woman was too sensitive, and constantly worried about personal gains and losses.

Sensing that Li Shaoling was upset, Ji Weixi bit her lip as her eyes became a little hot. “Sorry…”

The tearful, self-blaming look of the small woman in his arms stabbed into the softest part in Li Shaoling’s heart.

He hugged her helplessly and stroked her back as he consoled her softly. “It’s alright, I’m not blaming you. Don’t trouble yourself over the past and stay with me, alright?”

Her nose red, Ji Weixi sniffled and said unhappily, “But there’s always women coming to tell me they have a past with you.”

“Then I’ll kill them all.”

Ji Weixi laughed through her sniffles. “It’s a crime, silly.”

Li Shaoling smiled wider as she did. “There’s only other men in prison so you won’t have to worry.”

“Forget it. I’ll be even more worried with men, because you might be charmed and become gay…”

It was horrific just imagining it.

Li Shaoling was speechless.

When Ji Weixi saw that his face was turning dark, she buried her head on her chest again with great timing. “Got to sleep.”

The man remained quiet and said nothing, leaving the air oppressive and suffocating.

Ji Weixi looked up to find Li Shaoling staring down at her unhappily without saying a thing.

He looked like he was intimidating her into sweet-talking him.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him. “Good afternoon.”

Li Shaoling’s mood immediately improved, the gloom on her face all vanishing instantly.

***

Ji Weixi felt that her body was now alright and wanted to return to work, but Li Shaoling stopped her, even bewitching her with the thought of paid leave.

The overbearing president was so vile!

Three days later, Ji Weixi was finally freed of her suffering when the great President Li finally allowed her to work.

After sending the little one to school in the morning, Ji Weixi and Li Shaoling headed to work together.

They then went their separate ways, with Ji Weixi returning to her office and finding Tian Miaomiao looking into a mirror, putting on makeup.

“Yo, what’s with Rich Woman Tian today?” Ji Weixi said slyly as she approached her. “Date?”

Tian Miaomiao put down her eyeliner and happily lifted a brow. “No, but thanks to Jiang Cong, I managed to get that intern’s contact number! We are going to have lunch at the canteen later!”

Ji Weixi gave her a thumb’s up. “Okay, Tian Miaomiao. What does he look like? Let me see?”

“No way!” Tian Miaomiao glared at her. “You have a drop-dead gorgeous man who’s rich and kind. Count your blessings!”

Ji Weixi clicked her tongue, although her eyes were full of bragging. “You worry too much. I just wanted to see how ugly your boy is compared to my President Li.”

“Oh my…” Tian Miaomiao clicked her tongue a few times as well, and snuggled up to Ji Weixi with a vague look. “Your President Li? Yours? Xixi, don’t tell me you two are…”

Her brow was raised in a sly smile that would leave one’s imagination drifting away.

Ji Weixi swore that she wasn’t thinking when she let that one out. Coughing twice, she acted as if nothing happened while turning on her computer.

“Go to work.”

***

“Boss, these are the latest contracts the company has signed with some artists.”

In Li Shaoling’s office, Jiang Cong placed a pile of documents on his desk.

Li Shaoling took one and scanned through it, closed it and went on to the next one.

Meanwhile, Jiang Cong looked troubled. “Boss, I know that there are things I shouldn’t say as a subordinate, but I want to say it: the entire company has changed after Second Young Master became vice president. I really think he shouldn’t have come! He’s such a hindrance!”

When he heard that, Li Shaoling paused through his flipping of documents and looked up.

Jiang Cong quietly gulped, but when he thought that he was about to be scolded, Li Shaoling flatly said, “If you could speak, speak more.”