Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

The next day.

Li Shaoling woke up to find that someone has put his luggage outside the door.

Ji Weixi had just finished washing up and was helping the little one with his clothes, before stuffing some snacks into his Piggy backpack.

She felt his gaze, but did not even look up and said, “Go back to your own home.”

‘And don’t come back.’

“Reason,” Li Shaoling replied nonchalantly, leaning on a wall and did not look surprised at all.

Ji Weixi pinched her own finger and coolly said, “I don’t want to stay with you.”

“Alright.”

His answer was direct, catching her by surprise.

However, he then added, “I’ll have someone move you and the kid’s stuff to my house.”

Ji Weixi finally looked up at him then. “Li Shaoling, I don’t want to live with you.”

“You don’t get to have a say.” He retorted, allowing no space for argument.

“You—!”

“Mommy, you don’t want Daddy anymore?” The little one blinked and tears began to drop, and his small mouth was pursed flatly. “Boo hoo… Mommy, why you don’t want Daddy anymore!? Poor Daddy…”

“You stop that right now!” Ji Weixi’s face turned ice-cold and she scolded him coldly. “Ji Jiayu, have I been too lenient on you lately?”

The little one flinched. All his tears were gone from his fright, and he shook his head meekly. “I’m sorry, Mommy…”

This time, she was really angry.

That was why the little one tamely stopped trying to make a fuss.

Ji Weixi then picked him up and stood up, before turning to stride out the door.

She then drove by herself to work.

Tian Miaomiao’s eyes were bulging when she saw her icy glare and the cold aura surrounding her. “What the heck? Didn’t President Li satisfy you?”

Ji Weixi threw her a sideways glance but say nothing as she took her seat, staring at her own computer screen.

Nobody dared to even breathe a little too loudly because she was very frightening when she’s angry.

A little like the goddess of the underworld.

Tian Miaomiao pulled the little one aside and asked softly, “What’s with her?”

He whispered to her about everything that had happened, and Tian Miaomiao looked at Ji Weixi as if she’s seen a ghost.

It was as if she was saying ‘why chase out poor President Li?’.

***

When it was almost ten, Tian Miaomiao sent in some templates.

“Xixi, this template was left by the former CBS chief fashion designer. It was tailored with the actress Lin Xiaoman in mind, but it was handed to another designer when she resigned. Take a look, see if there’s anything you don’t like.”

Ji Weixi took it and gave a nod. “You may go.”

Still, she could not calm down even though she was looking at the flowery template.

Because her head was full of Li Shaoling’s stone-cold face.

However, if the dream last night didn’t warn her, she might have still been lying to herself.

It had been nothing but a passionless one-night stand with him.

She would admit that she was caught in his recent tenderness.

She had never been in a relationship, while he must be a veteran in that field.

Ji Weixi smiled bitterly then.

So what if he was her superior and the father to her son?

He might have been nice just because of their child.

***

At noon, when Ji Weixi stepped out of the company’s main entrance, a foreign man in his fifties approached her.

“Greeting, Miss Ji,” he said in fluent mandarin. “I’m Wilson, a butler of the Li family. Our old madam is asking for you.”

Li family? Old madam?

Ji Weixi was only taken aback for an instant, and soon calmed down.

She was not surprised.

With a reputable family like the Lis, someone is going to come looking when their descendant is staying away from home.

She hence lowered herself and gave her little one a head pat and told him softly, “Mommy was being angry this morning. I’m sorry, okay?”

The little one shook her head. “It’s my fault, Mommy… I won’t make you angry anymore.”

“Silly.” Ji Weixi smiled lovingly. “Go to lunch with Miaomiao, okay? I have something to do.”

The little one turned to throw a cautious look at Wilson, warning him, “I won’t show mercy if you hurt Mommy!”

Wilson could not help but smile at the little one’s face which resembled Li Shaoling’s own in his younger days. “I won’t hurt her.”

Tian Miaomiao became serious. “Go on, Xixi. Just leave Jiajia to me.”

“…”

Why did that sound a little weird?

They watched as both Tian Miaomiao and the little one left, before Wilson made a professional inviting gesture.

He led her to a black RV.

Inside, Old Madam Li was seated on the black genuine leather seats, her eyes closed in a nap.

She was wearing a formal Chinese-style dress and holding a string of Buddhist prayer beads. Even so, her wrinkled face beneath her white hair did not lose its imposingness.

That being said, she was breathing into an oxygen mask and her lips were pale, and there was also a masseuse behind her gently rubbing her shoulder.

At the sound of her arrival, Old Madam Li’s eyes opened a little and she studied Ji Weixi from head to toe.

She was wearing simple black-and-white professional attire, but it still accentuates her striking figure.

Her facial features were as picturesque as a portrait, and there was a faint rippling in her watery gaze.

She was a woman who none would forget from looks alone.

“Greetings.” Ji Weixi nodded politely.

Pausing as she sensed that the old woman’s gaze was not too friendly, she then asked, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You don’t know?” Old Madam Li snorted coldly.

Question marks popped up all over Ji Weixi’s head, but she kept her patience and feigned a smile. “I’m not too sure.”

“You seduced my grandson four years ago, got pregnant, and had my great-grandchild. But didn’t you do all that for money? Name your price, and return my great-grandson!”

Huh.

Ji Weixi was laughing wildly inside.

‘Return your great-grandson? Are you joking, old woman?’

And since the old woman didn’t care to give face and spoke so poorly, she did not have to be accommodating either.

“I’m sorry, but I believe your age has left you senile,” Ji Weixi coldly replied. “Return you a child I carried for ten months? You speak as if I stole a child from the Li family, or could it be that old people enjoy playing the seniority card? I bore my child because I have compelling reasons, and I certainly don’t need money from your family, thank you very much.”

Despite being surprised by Ji Weixi’s sharp tongue, Old Madam Li merely sneered. “Compelling reasons? It’s all your ploy. To think that the grandson I love so much was charmed by a woman like you… would I have spared you if you didn’t have his son?! Name your price!”

Just look at that old woman’s belittling richer-than-thou face.

The fire inside Ji Weixi rocketed, but she kept a smiling face that could compare to flowers. “It’s your grandson who glued himself to me every day. Who is seducing whom really? Listen, old woman, I gave birth for myself, so please don’t be so self-conscious. Still, it’s not like I’m not negotiable… I’m just afraid you can’t afford it.”

Old Madam Li was certainly annoyed by the first part and was left wheezing, but finally heard what she wanted to hear at the latter half.

“I knew you are in it for the money, woman!”

“Oh my, who would let money just slip by, right?” Ji Weixi was beaming, completely different from her edgy demeanor just now.

Old Madam Li was sneering inwardly.

Beside her, Wilson had a troubled look on his face.

“Name your price, then! How much do you want for returning my great-grandson?!”

Ji Weixi straightened her index finger, and Old Madam Li snorted. “Ten million? Fine!”

But even as she was thinking that the woman did not quite name an exorbitant price, Ji Weixi said softly, “One hundred million.”