Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Panda Novel

The world was still and silent—there was irresistible magic in his voice.

Even if his proposal remained ever unromantic and exceedingly sloppy, Ji Weixi was caught as a warmth surged in her mind’s eye, realizing for the first time then that her heart could beat so powerfully and vigorously.

She finally understood what a heartthrob and butterflies in the stomach meant as well.

Still, she felt conflicted—was he proposing for her, or for their son?

He never once said that he liked her, even if everything he did pointed towards that reason.

Taking a deep breath, she asked calmly, “Li Shaoling, do you really want to marry me that badly?”

“What other reason would there be?” he asked in return, raising a brow.

Even if he had lost his memories, he had to admit that he immediately had the thought of marrying her the first time he met her.

Amnesia is just a loss of memories—it does not mean replacing a person of affection.

He was convinced that she was who he cherished most before losing his memories.

Meanwhile, Ji Weixi’s fingers tightened over her knees.

The more he looked at her longingly, the wider the scar in her heart would be torn apart and bloody.

Perhaps seeing the struggling look on her face, Li Shaoling’s eyes darkened a little.

Ji Weixi felt a little hurt when she saw him like that, as if unwilling to see the fire in his eyes dim.

“Yo-your proposal is so sloppy,” she said, “you didn’t even get a diamond ring.”

He quickly took off his seat belt, ready to get off. “I’ll get one.”

“Come back!” Ji Weixi caught him, unable to decide if she wanted to laugh or cry.

He was being a little too efficient.

***

Ji Weixi never acted randomly.

The eyes never lie—Li Shaoling really wanted to marry her, but he had lost his memories.

Even if she agreed and married him, what if he regained his memories one day?

When the time comes, would he still be annoying her at every moment like today, or regret marrying her?

Moreover, neither of them knew a thing about what happened four years ago. It was a tremendous gap, and with emotions being a fragile thing, everything would splinter in an argument without hope of recovery.

Ji Weixi did not want to gamble.

She did not have the guts to gamble.

Even so, she could not resolve herself to refuse his hopeful look.

What should she do?

Although she was biting her lip and stammering for a long time, she still could not give a definitive.

Li Shaoling sighed softly and offered, “I’ll give you time to think about it.”

She instantly sighed in relief, only for him to add, “One minute, that is.”

“Then I refuse.”

“Is it that hard for you to marry me?” Li Shaoling sounded at once annoyed and helpless.

How many women could not wait to marry him and become a part of the Li family?

Somehow, this woman didn’t care.

“You would refuse even if it’s so that our son could have a complete family?”

Ji Weixi felt her breath caught then.

Her heart felt sour the moment she thought about how her child would have to suffer rumors and slanders as he approached schooling age.

Catching the sign that she was shaken, Li Shaoling sighed disappointedly. “It’s fine if you don’t want to marry, I guess. He’s the unlucky one… when he attends kindergarten, he will be singled out by the other children and get scolded by teachers, and then there’s still elementary school, middle school, high school…”

“Stop!” Ji Wei cut him short, unable to bear what he was saying.

She even almost said ‘I do’.

Nevertheless, she was still struggling inwardly.

“I… please give me time to consider.”

“Alright.” Li Shaoling agreed simply. “Still, you have to know that the more you delay, the more he suffers.”

Poor little one, reduced to Daddy’s proposal leverage.

***

Tian Miamiao was staying in a loft apartment. It was painted in warm colors, giving it a homely presence.

The little one had fallen asleep although he said he would wait until his parents came and they went home together.

Tian Miaomiao was lying down beside him, resting her chin on both her hands and watching him without blinking.

How adorable.

For a split second, Tian Miamiao wanted a soft, cuddly child too.

Whatever, no one wants her anyway.

Just as she felt a little down, the doorbell rang.

She quickly opened the door to find Li Shaoling and Ji Weixi standing next to each other.

What a good-looking couple.

“Xixi, you’re back!”

Ji Weixi nodded and peeked inside the house. “Where’s my kid?”

Tian Miaomiao shushed her. “He said he would wait until you two come, but he fell asleep.”

Ji Weixi could not help but grin, and Tian Miaomiao quickly invited them in. “Xixi, President Li, do come in.”

Li Shaoling bought the house—it would not do to have the owner stand outside.

“It’s fine.” Li Shaoling said flatly. “Just bring my son here.”

“It’s late,” Ji Weixi added, “You should rest, Miaomiao. And remember to keep your doors locked.”

Tian Miaomiao returned inside to pick up the little one. “Then drive safe, Xixi, President Li.”

“See you.” Ji Weixi waved at her.

After watching the family of three left, Tian Miaomiao looked at the huge space in her house after she locked the front door—a loneliness she never felt before flooding inside her.

What was with her lately? To think a naturally cheerful person would have a moment of depression.

***

The little one was sleeping very soundly.

His little cheeks were a pouty pink. His lips were slightly parted and his beefy small hands were put on his chest, whereas his little feet would occasionally kick around—there was no telling what he was dreaming about.

Ji Weixi carefully helped him change into pajamas and put a blanket over him. Only then did she exhale in relief.

Then, she suddenly remembered Su Yang’s sickly face.

Glancing at the washroom where Li Shaoling was having a bath, she whipped out her mobile phone in curiosity and searched ‘Su Yang’ on Baidu.

His biodata popped up immediately.

[Su Yang, Male, 27, Renowned Pianist]

[Winner of the Asian grade 10 pianist category at 16, winner of the Royal Canadian Music Academy’s grade 10 violinist category.]

[Composed the tune ‘Rivulet’ at 20, earning global accolades…]

However, there was nothing else about him apart from his awards, be it his personal life or family back ground.

How mysterious.

Still, he was a genius who had won many awards even at his young age.

No wonder he was addressed as ‘maestro’.

Ji Weixi was utterly astounded when she heard the washroom opening.

Having strong survival instincts, she quickly turned off her phone and pretended nothing happened, even straightening herself, giving herself a little gentle rub on her waist before turning with a yawn.

Li Shaoling was leaning by the door of the washroom, with droplets rolling off his damp wheat-colored skin while he released thick hormonal scent.

His black hair was still wet, with the occasional drop dripping off the high bridge of his nose.

And then there were his eyes with their extraordinary power.

Really, who was he trying to seduce in the middle of the night!

Ji Weixi turned away. “When are you going home?”

Li Shaoling walked up to her nonchalantly. “I sold my house.”

“Sold?”

Like hell!

“I have nowhere to go.” Li Shaoling spoke quietly, even pitifully. “Please take me in.”

The great president and most eligible bachelor homeless.

Who would believe that? It would be the joke of the year.

Still, Ji Weixi relented despite knowing that he was lying.

His eyes were a miserable pool of darkness.

“How long would you be staying here?”

Upon seeing that she was moved, Li Shaoling held her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Not too long—it’s just for the rest of my life.”