Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Panda Novel

Exceedingly agitated, Old Madam Li almost choked to death right there and then. She kept coughing for a while until her masseuse gave her a careful rub on the back.

Her aged face was a bloated red.

“You… woman!”

Ji Weixi blinked innocently as she watched her react. “Isn’t the Li family supposed to be rich? I’m only asking for a hundred million. What, why are you making that face like you would go bankrupt? Could it be that the Li family was just a front? Don’t come looking for me if you couldn’t afford that. I’m busy, so remember to make an appointment next time.”

With that, Ji Weixi turned to leave.

However, Old Madam Li chuckled coldly. “Stop right there!”

Ji Weixi remained where she was without looking back, waiting for her to talk.

Old Madam Li paused for a moment before gesturing for Wilson to take out a cheque.

After the butler handed it to her, Old Madam Li started to write down a long line of zeroes on the check with her shaking hand.

She passed it to Wilson, who handed it to Ji Weixi. “Here’s a hundred million, Miss Ji. Please stick to the agreement.”

“Agreement?” Ji Weixi played dumb. “What agreement?”

“You’ve got your money. Now return my great-grandson!”

“Oh, my. I’m sorry, but I never said that I’m giving you my son.” Ji Weixi’s eyes looked well-meaning and harmless. “All I wanted is money, and never once did I say that I’m giving you my son. Have you gone senile, old woman?”

With that, Ji Weixi strode off.

Old Madam Li Was so enraged she almost passed out. Her face went pale white and utterly angry.

“Wilson, tell Shaoling what happened!”

She must let him know how gold-digging that woman he loved was!

***

Li Shaoling did not say a thing when Wilson reported everything as it happened, and hung up with a flat ‘got it’.

Meanwhile, when Ji Weixi returned to her office, the little one hurriedly ran to her and stood on tip-toe to hand her a hamburger.

“Hurry up, Mommy! I saved it for you!”

Ji Weixi was almost moved to tears; she gave him a firm peck on his cheek.

“Good boy. I’m off to do something; I’ll be back soon.”

The little one pouted. “Okay. Hurry up, Mommy, it won’t be tasty if it’s cold.”

Then, Ji Weixi went to Li Shaoling’s office with considerable vigor.

He was reading through some documents, and his aloof gaze reflected her cold face.

Ji Weixi stormed to his desk and slammed the cheque on it in front of him.

“Here’s a hundred million. Consider it damages for sleeping with you four years ago! Don’t bother me ever again!”

With that, she turned and stormed off.

Li Shaoling’s face grew ever colder as he stared at the zeroes on the cheque. Irritated, the corner of his eye was twitching as he gritted his teeth, squeezing out a word that loses out in elegance.

“Shit!”

In his twenty-eight years alive, he was actually being chased off by a woman with money.

It was too embarrassing!

Back in her office, Ji Weixi started to stuff herself with hamburger, feeling evermore pleasant.

She didn’t know what Li Shaoling was feeling, but it was fine as long as she was happy.

The little one handed her a glass of water. “Mommy, slow down. Don’t choke.”

Ji Weixi gathered her into arms and gave him kisses here and there lovingly.

No matter how much she would be paid, there was no way she is giving her adorable, obedient genius son to that old woman!

That’s all there was to it.

***

When work was finished in the evening, Tian Miaomiao packed up and left the office yawning. “Xixi,” she said, “I really wanted to go back and sleep with you and Jiajia.”

“A peasant like me shouldn’t stay with you, Rich Madam Tian.” Ji Weixi teased.

“Xixi, you wouldn’t know!” Tian Miaomiao complained tearfully. “The man upstairs is a gym coach, and he would always be doing the deed with his wife midnight, every night. I’m going crazy! I might die if this continues!”

Ji Weixi laughed out loud. “Well, you would definitely make the headlines as [The woman who was tormented to death by being single].”

Tian Miaomiao wrung her hand. “Xixi, boo-hoo, I shouldn’t have left you because of money… I was wrong!”

“Alright, Rich Madam Tian, hurry up and go home,” Ji Weixi replied, not giving face at all. “You just might get together with some handsome someday.”

Tian Miaomiao left with a long face.

The little one clenched Ji Weixi’s hand then unhappily. “Mommy… Are you really leaving Daddy?”

Ji Weixi was left stunned for a moment, but she lowered herself and told him seriously. “Mommy can’t… accept him at the moment. We didn’t see each other for four years, that’s why… you should…”

“Okay, Mommy~”

The little one interrupted and grinned. “I mustn’t want Daddy and not Mommy. I don’t understand adults, but I know Mommy will never leave me… So, if I have to choose, Mommy, I’ll only want Mommy and not Daddy!”

He was only four, and yet he could say something like that.

Ji Weixi felt her nose become watery, her tears falling as she pulled him into her arms.

She suddenly felt that she was quite selfish to deny her son a complete family just because she couldn’t accept Li Shaoling.

She rubbed off her tears and picked him up. “Let’s go home.”

However, she ran into Mo Nanfeng the moment she got down from the stairs.

There were a variety of colors on his face—he had clearly been given a beating.

“Weixi…”

He approached her, but his eyes bulged in shock at the child in her arms just as he was about to speak.

“That boy… he… he…”

“If you have something to say, say it.” Ji Weixi said coldly.

‘And shut up if you don’t.’

Mo Nanfeng’s eyes looked tearful and melancholic. “Weixi… my father… he’s…”

“What about him?” Ji Weixi’s brow tightened.

‘Can you stop stuttering? How annoying!’

Mo Bin, Mo Nanfeng’s father had been nice to Ji Weixi in her younger days, treating others with kindness and carefreeness without the arrogance of the rich.

Mo Nanfeng did not have a mother, and was raised by Mo Bin’s himself alone.

Ji Weixi was disgusted by and even hated Mo Nanfeng, but she felt gratitude and respect towards Mo Bin.

To Ji Weixi, he was much better than Ji Xiangdong, her own father.

Still, why would such a nice person have a scumbag son!

Mo Nanfeng lowered his head and sighed—he sounded vaguely hurt. “We just found out my father has late-stage lung cancer…”

“What?!” Ji Weixi was stunned.

Mo Nanfeng rubbed away the tears at the corner of his eyes. “He wants to see you before he dies. Would you come with me?”

“Which hospital? Take me there!”

Without asking anything else, Ji Weixi was ready to rush to the carpark and drive off.

Mo Nanfeng stood in her way. “Take my car. It would save time.”

He had rented a Bentley before he came purposefully, and it would be a waste of money if she didn’t see it.

Thinking that he wouldn’t dare to do anything to him, Ji Weixi nodded.