Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Panda Novel

“Mommy, you’re so cool!” Her little one was looking at her worshipfully. “You are my goddess!”

Ji Weixi could not help laughing. “You and your sweet-talking.”

The dull yellow streetlights were already lit. A gentle breeze blew, leaving a silent and peaceful atmosphere.

At the moment, Ji Weixi wat thinking about Li Shaoling.

He did not come looking for her or reacted at all after she chased him off and humiliated him with a hundred million, so he probably didn’t want to see her.

She laughed bitterly, because she was a little disappointed.

Perhaps people like her are more suitable being single.

She would admit that he was exciting and gentle, but that did not mean that she could really accept her.

What happened four years ago was an eternal scar upon her.

Leading the little one and turning through a corner, Ji Weixi suddenly smelled cigarettes and frowned as she took out her keys.

“How was your date with your old flame?”

A cold voice suddenly broke the silence of the night.

Startled, Ji Weixi dropped her keys and turned around by reflex.

The man was leaning on a wall, one of his long legs straightened while the other was put on the floor. He had a cigar between his lips which was releasing smoke, adding to his confident look.

His face seemed to be one into the night, prompting a chill in Ji Weixi’s spine.

She took a step back as Li Shaoling slowly walked towards her, his eyes sparkling with the color of midnight.

An ice-cold midnight.

He then stopped just in front of her and stared coldly, drawing another puff of his cigarette before throwing it on the floor and stamped on it.

Breathing out smoke, his lips curled into a sinister smile. “I’ve been going easy on you, haven’t I?”

Meanwhile, the little one picked up the keys and dashed to a corner to enjoy the show.

‘Wow, it feels like Mommy is going to teach Daddy a lesson!’

Ji Weixi feigned composure. “It’s late, aren’t you going home, President Li?”

Li Shaoling’s eyes went red and he pretended that he didn’t hear her.

Just look at her. A lamb that entered a wolf’s den—she had no danger sense at all.

“Go home? Isn’t this my home?”

‘Oh, bother.’

Ji Weixi couldn’t smile any longer. “Li Shaoling, what do you mean?”

Li Shaoling grabbed her chin.

“What do you mean? Did you forget how Mo Nanfeng hurt you?” he said with a threatening coldness, gritting his teeth and holding back his rage. “Are you so desperately lonely that you would find your old flame? Rushing to his arms so urgently? I told you: you are mine. No one else is allowed to touch you!”

Enraged, he was basically roaring at that last part.

He had seen her get off Mo Nanfeng’s car with his own eyes.

His words were like thorns that stabbed viciously into Ji Weixi’s heart.

Hah!

“What does that have to do with you?” Ji Weixi was enraged too. She pushed him away, glaring at him coldly. “You never lacked women, great president, how else would you have ended up with me four years ago? You are the one who should look at things clearly! I am living with my son, it’s you who keep coming to bother us!”

There was a fierceness in Li Shaoling’s eyes. “Say that again!”

‘Oh, I will!’

Ji Weixi glared at him provokingly.

“I never needed you in my life, nor did I need you in my life. Why would you care? You have so many women you could just swap one for another every day, so why would you bother me? If you want my son, I’m telling you now—no, not even over my dead body! Not for life. Leave, right now!”

Very good.

Shaming him with a hundred million in the day, and now here she was, telling him to leave now and saying that she didn’t need him.

Ji Weixi was certainly the first to challenge the limits of his patience more than once.

LI Shaoling watched her—her lips, specifically, bursting out of control with a rage he never experienced.

A kiss after four years!

Ji Weixi struggled, but he was locking her hands and keeping her immobile.

Indignant, her tears actually fell.

Then, when the cool drip reached his hand, Li Shaoling paused and freed her.

Beneath the colors of the night, the woman’s hair was a mess, her lips were bleeding and her attractive gaze was wet.

His heart tightened, regretting losing control just now.

He wanted to hold her so much.

Ji Weixi slapped him instead.

“Bastard!”

Li Shaoling’s head was sent sideways. His cheek hurt and his eyes cleared, finally regaining some clarity from his crazed state.

Ji Weixi turned, picked up the little one and opened the door, but as she hurried inside, Li Shaoling moved quickly to squeeze his way in too.

“Get the hell out!” Ji Weixi yelled at him.

Li Shaoling gave the little one a look. The boy nodded and immediately scrambled into his room, closing the door behind him.

Meanwhile, Ji Weixi was about to go amok. “Go away, I don’t want to see you!”

Li Shaoling held her and said tenderly. “Be nice. Let me look at that wound.”

Ji Weixi slapped his hand away. “Who would want that!?”

“Does it hurt?” There was a doting look in his eyes.

She struggled, trying to get away from his hold but he stopped her domineering and forcefully.

Given grief in the first place, she stomped his foot as he moved closer, laughing. “I allow you to bite me.”

She really did so firmly.

The rusty taste of blood spread. Her thin lips were hence dyed with a vibrant crimson in an indescribably alluring look.

He kept her tightly in his arms, cooing with his deep but gentle voice. “Cooled off now?”

Either way, he was happy because he kissed her.

Unable to free herself, Ji Weixi allowed him to hold her and played dumb.

With her in his arms, Li Shaoling stroked her back. “I’m very angry, but I wouldn’t be able to stand it if you cry.”

Ji Weixi’s eyes glinted as her heartbeats quickened. He had freed her, and yet his dark, profound eyes captured her like vortices.

“Tell me, where did you go with Mo Nanfeng?”

Hie voice could not be softer, but once Ji Weixi was reminded of his rudeness just now, she turned away and coldly replied, “It has nothing to do with you.”

Li Shaoling knew that what he said when he was out of control had hurt her.

She was a thorny rose—there was no way to get to her except by gentle words.

He sighed softly. “My dear Weixi, can you tell me?”

He would lose his mind if she didn’t.

My…

Dear Weixi…

All of a sudden, Ji Weixi felt as if fireworks were being released in her brain. She could feel the hotness in her cheeks—she must look very red.

She lowered her eyes, afraid of meeting his searing gaze.

Her eyes were watery as she answered indignantly, “Mo Nanfeng’s father has late-stage lung cancer and he wanted to see me… that’s why…”

Li Shaoling felt even more hurt then. She did not betray him, and yet he hurt her with her words.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was quiet and hoarse; his gaze was apologetic. “Can you forgive me?”

Jiang Cong would have died on the spot if he had been there.

Li Shaoling never once apologized to anyone, much less speak so sweetly.

Ji Weixi watched him but said nothing.

Assuming that she accepted his apology in silence, he started to want more. “I want to stay with you tonight.”

“No.” Ji Weixi did not give face at all.

Carrot and stick? Sorry, but she wasn’t into that.

Li Shaoling was not surprised either. He did just hurt her, and she probably would not calm soon.

He gave her a headpat. “Alright. Go to sleep soon, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

Ji Weixi turned away. “Get lost!”

Li Shaoling turned and left, gently closing the door behind him.

Ji Weixi threw herself on the couch. She reached slowly for her lips.

It was as if his scent still lingered on her.

It hurts, but there was also a mysterious feeling gushing into her heart.