Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Panda Novel

Ji Weixi could not get any rest after the change to a new environment.

Her son was sound asleep, and she watched his face as she pondered.

Although she did have illicit relations with that old man without a name back then, she had to thank him as well.

Not only was her son a bundle of comeliness, but he was also much smarter than others of his age.

That was the best gift that the gods had bestowed upon her.

***

The following day was a weekend. Ji Weixi had wanted to sleep in, but was jolted awake by a call from an unknown person.

It was a male voice that spoke formally from the other end. "May I speak to Miss Ji?"

"That's me. To whom am I speaking to?" Ji Weixi slid a careful glance at her son as she rubbed her heavy eyelids.

Fortunately, he was still fast asleep.

She got off the bed and tip-toed out of the bedroom, gently closing the door behind her.

"My name is Jiang Chong, President Li's assistant. I'm calling to inform you that Lee Group is now under the ownership of CBS. Because you have signed a contract before the acquisition of the company, you are now transferred to CBS River Town Branch, but you would also be keeping your position as chief fashion designer. President Li has also asked for you in a meeting concerning your job."

"Okay."

Ji Weixi had many questions in her head when she hung up the phone.

CBS River Town Branch?

Would that not be the CBS International building in the middle of town?

Why was she being transferred there?

Whatever. Her job has not changed, not to mention that it was always nice to meet her superior and understand the company and her work.

Ji Weixi washed up, put on a business attire but did not spare the time to put on any makeup, before leaving a note on Tian Miaomiao's blanket. Her friend was still sound asleep, and as such she drove by herself to the office.

The detached and richly decorated tower of CBS International was surrounded by rows after rows of other towering buildings—its very structure reaching into the skies and appearing at once profound and imposing.

Ji Weixi could feel the organization's grandeur as she alighted.

"Miss Ji, I presume? President Li is waiting."

A man wearing a blue suit approached her in a respectful manner, and Ji Weixi could tell that he was Jiang Cong—the man who had called her.

She followed him up to the sixth-eighth floor.

Ding—

As the elevator doors opened, Ji Weixi's high-heels did not make a sound as she stepped upon the handcrafted sheepskin rug.

Then she caught the distinct plaque on the door, and the words written on it: Li Shaoling, President.

Nonetheless, that very name prompted a sinister sensation.

Ji Weixi almost choked herself on her own bile. Enemies almost inevitably cross paths, do they not?

Her younger sister's fiancé was actually her superior?

No, she had been disowned by the Ji family four years ago. Ji Jianing was no longer her sister.

Whatever the case might be, all she wanted to do now was do her best in her new job.

***

"Miss Ji?" Jiang Cong was waving his hands in front of her as she became nonresponsive.

Ji Weixi recovered and responded, "Sorry."

She walked to the door, took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in."

A cold masculine voice spoke from within.

The office inside was a hundred squared meters and extravagantly adorned.

A man in a white-shirt was sitting at a luxurious desk beside the French window. He did not so much as look up when she entered.

His hand, well-defined on every joint, was holding an ornate fountain pen as he looked through some documents.

"Sit."

He only said a single word, but there was a distinct commanding tone that allowed no say otherwise in his voice.

Turning, Ji Weixi sat on the genuine leather couch.

So, that was Li Shaoling? Neither too old nor too ugly, really.

He still had not looked up, but what she could make of his profile was sufficiently stunning.

She simply sat and watched quietly as he worked.

The office was as silent as the dead of night.

There was no telling how much time had passed when he put away the documents with a thud, and finally put down his pen to look up.

In the raking light, his facial features appeared crafted divinely. It was a visage that both gods and humans would envy.