Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Li Shaoling entered to find Ji Weixi patting Ji Jiayu’s chest as he slept and drooled.

Her head was lowered. Rays of the sun descended upon her brow, reflecting her mildness.

Strands of her black hair dangled by the corner of her brow. Her pink, luscious lips marked a shallow arc, and was indescribably beautiful.

She looked up at the sound of the door opening, and they locked gazes.

He was concealed by the blinding light, but there was a vague smile showing in his cold features.

Ji Weixi remembered a saying then: a smile can lead you astray for life…

Meanwhile, Li Shaoling sat beside her nonchalantly and glanced at Tian Miaomiao.

“Leave us. I have something to discuss with her.”

Tian Miaomiao could not say a thing.

Why was she here, just to suffer? It was as if she was surplus any place she went.

As she expected—the whole wide world hates singles. She swore to herself then that she must get a boyfriend!

“Should I take Jiajia with me?” She then asked, almost certainly without thinking.

Nonetheless, Li Shaoling considered it seriously. “Carry him to the break room.”

The damned brat was always in his way of holding his wife.

“Urgh…” The little one mumbled in his sleep, smacking his lips.

Tian Miaomiao picked him up, closing the door as she left.

Then, Ji Weixi spoke first.

“What do you want to talk to me about?”

Her usual expression had returned: it was the mask she wore in every moment that kept others at arm’s length.

Li Shaoling frowned.

Was he still an outsider in her heart?

But he was not in a rush. They had already done what was necessary—the day she fell for him would inevitably come.

He went to her.

Her eyes reflected his magnified face.

His thin lips parted slightly then, and he put weight behind every word, “I want to discuss… making. More. Children.”

Ji Weixi’s face flushed. “…Are you sick in the head?”

She actually thought that he was going to talk about Ji Jianing or child custody.

She was even curious about what he had discussed with Ji Jianing.

Li Shaoling smiled, exuding malice. “Didn’t you promise your son you would have another one with me?”

‘And can you not give me that look?

‘ Do you not know that it is exceedingly seductive? I would have to take you if you keep that up!’

Ji Weixi kept her calm, however. “That’s just a white lie sold to a child. Are you a child?”

Li Shaoling smirked. “But I thought that was serious.”

That tone also hinted: I do not care. I want it!

“Li Shaoling, allow me to clarify: That was a white lie I told my own son. I have no intention of making children with you.”

That would usually have left Li Shaoling seeing red, but he said, “You don’t, but I do.”

There was unadulterated seriousness in his eyes.

Ji Weixi inhaled sharply and turned away, her eyes suddenly reflecting sadness as unknown thoughts flooded her mind. “It’s not a matter of do or don’t… either way, you should just give up.”

Her answer was silence.

And more silence.

It was as if air itself stagnated.

Ji Weixi then stood up. “I’m going to see Jiayu… Hey, what are you doing?!”

The man behind her had pulled her to him, causing him to fall into his lap.

His burning lips were right beside his ear. “Don’t you think our son is so utterly adorable? Don’t you want a Ji Weixi junior? Hmm?”

His voice was low, overwhelmingly magnetic as if coaxing a child.

Ji Weixi felt goosebumps even over her scalp.

A Ji Weixi junior…

Damn it, she was almost driven out of her mind.

“You! Let me go!” She struggled, but he kept his arms tightly over him.

Curses. Why did she not see things through on their first meeting, that he was a thick-skinned and dishonorable geezer?