Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

“That’s better…”

Thus commenced her hot loving, crazily in-heat mode…

However, one day, Tian Miaomiao noticed out of the blue on a work record of his: Tian Qishan’s IQ remains as that of an adult with no observable degradation.

The words were written ever so clearly, and the recorded date was on the day Tian Qishan was discharged.

Tian Miaomiao’s body turned cold.

Even if she was stupider, she would be able to tell that Jiang Yigu knew all along that Tian Qishan was faking his mental disability.

Why… didn’t he tell her?

Why?

She didn’t have to suffer the humiliation if he had told her earlier!

“What are you doing, Miaomiao?”

Jiang Yigu entered to find her blanking out at the record.

Flustered, he tried to explain. “Miaomiao, the reason I didn’t tell you was because…”

“Enough.”

Tian Miaomiao pushed him away and sneered. “You’re heartless, Jiang Yigu. It’s over.”

She brushed past him to leave, but he caught her wrist and stared tightly into her eyes. “What do you mean, over?”

Nonetheless, Tian Miaomiao shook him off, a single tear falling from her eye. “It means it’s over between us. I don’t want to see you ever again!”

Jiang Yigu stayed where he was for a long time without moving.

It was the first time he felt so hollow that it hurts.

Meanwhile, Tian Miaomiao sought out Ji Weixi and started bawling, saying that Jiang Yigu was a heartless man and whatnot.

Ji Weixi cruelly retorted, however. “Miaomiao, it’s not like he was aiming for your body.”

“…Wow. It’s over between us too!” She shot back.

Still, Ji Weixi put an arm around Tian Miaomiao’s back like a good brother. “Miaomiao, you have to think of it this way: he wouldn’t tell you because he was afraid of hurting you. After all, how much heart and soul did you put into caring for your fath—I mean, that scumbag? He kept it from you because he didn’t want all your effort to just go to the dumps. No one could have expected what happened afterwards.”

***

Meanwhile.

Jiang Yigu was dead drunk as he pulled Li Shaoling’s collar, asking, “Say, does she like me or not? How could she say it’s over so easily?”

Staying impassive, Li Shaoling pried off his fingers and evened out his wrinkled clothing. “My wife ironed my shirt.”

“…?”

Jiang Yigu then continued downing alcohol by the glassful, whereas Li Shaoling remained in a teasing mood of schadenfreude. “You deserved it.”

“???”

“You said nothing when you became fond of her, keeping everything to yourself. Such a thing would never have happened if you two got together earlier.”

“Give up on her. Being alone forever suits you better.”

Jiang Yigu merely dropped on the table, sprawling over it as the alcohol knocked him out.

On the other hand, Tian Miaomiao thought that Ji Weixi had the right idea, and as such returned to Jiang Yigu’s house unabashedly albeit sneakily.

Later, Li Shaoling brought the puddle of drunk mud that was Jiang Yigu.

Jiang Yigu held her then, burying himself in her arms like a helpless child.

He finally spoke out drunkenly then. “Five years ago… I became fond of a patient of mine, but she killed herself… that’s when I could only feel grief about life and death… I don’t how I came to like you, but I know that you’re more important than her… It hurts me that I’ve hurt you, but I would only feel sad if you die… as a doctor, I hate death the most…”

“Miaomiao… I don’t want to be away from you… don’t wanna…”

Tian Miaomiao was sobbing quietly after hearing him out.

She helped him upstairs, and he lunged at her like a wild beast right after he removed his clothes that smelled of heavy alcohol.

“Ah!” She gasped in surprise.

Jiang Yigu smiled. “Miaomiao, you’re mine…”

He quickly became sober, helping her to bathe and dry her air—he seemed to have become addicted to being a servant.

Tian Miaomiao meekly wrapped herself around him like an octopus and mumbled vaguely then. “If… if you don’t be nice to me, I’ll have President Li kill you.”

“…”

As a matter of fact, Jiang Yigu wanted to kill Li Shaoling too.

Three days later, the good doctor’s proposal was accepted.

***

Later, on the day of their wedding, Li Jiayu played the role of a page boy, his younger sister Li Zijin in tow.

Ji Weixi was sighing while having some juice. “Oh, so romantic.”

Li Shaoling played deaf.

“Oh, darling, I’m so jealous.”

He held her waist then. “Jealous? Shall I propose again, then?”

“Forget it, you’re too old.”

“…”

He was actually rejected!

***

At night, the bridal room was lit in candlelight.

Tian Miaomiao blushed as she said, “Doctor Jiang, let’s have a baby.”

“Didn’t you say no last time?” Jiang Yigu asked.

Incidentally, he wouldn’t have her suffer either.

“I just want a baby!” She played coy. “Hurry up and give me a son, I’ll have him marry Jin Jin when he grows up.”

Indeed, Tian Miaomiao’s first child was a boy.

And the moment he was born, Tian Miaomiao and Ji Weixi betrothed him to Li Zijin, who stared blankly at the wrinkly infant.

That… was going to be her husband?

Wasn’t he a little too ugly?

***

On New Year’s Eve that night, the Jiang family and the Li family were holding vigil for the ringing of new year’s bell at midnight.

Jiang Yigu and Li Shaoling were playing cards at the living room.

Tian Miaomiao and Ji Weixi were gossiping away about devastatingly handsome male stars and fresh young faces.

The two married women smiled sweetly as if meeting their first love as they debated about their handsomeness.

At the same time, Jiang Yigu and Li Shaoling eyed each other as they fought a battle without smoking guns.

Jiang Yigu slammed down four twos. “Bomb!”

Li Shaoling sneered. “Rocket!”

Even if they were unhappy about their wives getting obsessed with other men, the two wife-slaves could only blow up by playing those fresh young faces fight the landlord.

Upstairs, Li Jiayu was teaching Li Zijin how to carry the five-month-old Jiang Xing.

“Brother, do you think this is my future husband?” She asked him then.

Li Jiayu nodded somberly. “Yes, he’s your husband. But I definitely will help you beat him up if he bullies you in the future!”

Li Zijin’s mouth twitched as she watched her future husband blow bubbles at her.

‘Don’t be afraid, dear husband. I’ll protect you!’

The new year bells rang then. Outside the window, fireworks were bursting in the skies above the Li family’s mansion.

White snow was pouring without end as well as warmth and bliss filled the home.

That was probably the first time that it rained white snow in River Town on New Year’s Day.

May there be such a glorious day every year.

Happy new year.

(The End)