Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Back in the Shallow Mountain Villa, Ji Weixi had gone upstairs to check on her son.

Her eyelids grew heavier and she soon fell asleep as she watched the smaller version of Li Shaoling.

As such, Jiang Cong was the only one who greeted Li Shaoling when he returned.

“Welcome back, Boss.”

When Li Shaoling could not find Ji Weixi after looking around, his brow lifted. “Where’s Ji Weixi?”

That woman needed a spanking. Did he not tell her to stay put?!

“Miss Ji is upstairs with Young Master.” Jiang Cong said.

Li Shaoling’s brow relaxed.

He sighed inwardly; he was overthinking it.

***

The scene in the bedroom was heartwarming.

The curtains had blocked out all sunlight, leaving the room in darkness.

On the large bed within, the brat was sleeping soundly while salivating with his tummy exposed. It was rather uncouth, not to mention that he was chortling in his sweet dreamland.

Ji Weixi was curled up right beside the boy with both hands clenched, and looked just like a baby.

Her alabaster skin was white and delicate. Her curled eyelashes threw a faint shadow over her eyes while her small luscious lips were slightly open. As her chest gently rose and fell, she appeared utterly lovable and inviting.

As Li Shaoling stared at his powdery lips, he felt a dryness in his mouth for some reason.

“Boss…” Jiang Cong called softly and broke the silence.

Li Shaoling stared daggers at him, and he quickly shut up and closed the door.

Well, that was how it is: a slave-wife with no hope of escape.

With the distraction gone, Li Shaoling sat beside the bed and simply watched quietly.

That was the first time he gazed upon a woman for so long. In fact, his body was starting to feel sore but he was afraid to move or make a sound and startle them.

Meanwhile, in Ji Weixi’s dream, the main character was… Li Shaoling?

He had somehow turned into a dish, begging wretchedly for mercy.

But why would she spare him so easily? Without a word, she threw him entirely into a hot pot, and laughed in great delight at the sounds of his miserable screams!

Li Shaoling felt a mysterious chill inside himself as he listened to Ji Weixi’s freakish giggle.

Who could she be dreaming of?

Back in the dream, Ji Weixi pinched the now hard-boiled Li Shaoling with her chopsticks.

“Li Shaoling, you’re dead meat!” She cried.

But just as the food almost reached her mouth, a sudden chill woke her up.

Slightly upset, she opened her eyes, rubbed off the spit beside her lips, and looked up to find another pair of dark, cold eyes.

Startled, she rolled off the bed and fell with a thud.

“Ouch…” Ji Weixi held her leg, her eyes welling with tears.

Li Shaoling was folding his arms and looking down at her in disdain and a stony face.

There was a stunning grudge in his eyes.

“Are you crazy? You startled me!”

Ji Weixi limped to her feet, but Li Shaoling simply caught her, and she fell on her thighs.

“Let go!” She was at once angry and embarrassed, but kept her voice down in fear of waking her son.

Li Shaoling ignored her, and lifted her chin with two fingers. “I’m dead meat?” He said coldly. “You’re a bold one, Ji Weixi!”

He actually heard that. It seems that even in her dreams, she was not safe.

Ji Weixi blinked. “It’s just a dream, President Li. Don’t take it so seriously.”

Even so, he was doing exactly that, and actually forcing her to look at him. “What’s your dream about?”

“…”

Ji Weixi’s eyes swiveled as she racked her brings. “Uh… it’s about… Actually, it wasn’t me talking in the dream, but someone else.”

Li Shaoling simply gave her a look that says ‘Who is the idiot here?’.