Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Those thin lips were slightly pursed. His brows were slightly high above his eyes, and it resembled a cold pond that captures the soul when coupled with his hawkish gaze.

Even that tiny mole beneath his eye was captivating, and overwhelmingly so.

He exuded a pervasive sense of cold apathy, cutting an imposing figure despite showing no rage.

However, when Ji Weixi clearly saw his face, her mind strayed.

Why did he remind her of her son?

Could it be…

No, that was impossible.

There were only too many people who resemble each other—her thoughts were astray.

“Greetings, President Li.”

Ji Weixi rose, offering a handshake and a businesslike smile.

However, Li Shaoling approached her nonchalantly—he merely cast her a sweeping glance before sitting down languidly in front of her.

He appeared utterly stuck up, and he had no intention at all of returning her gesture.

Still, Ji Weixi did not react awkwardly. She simply withdrew her hand and sat as well.

“May I ask why have you asked for this meeting, President Li?”

Thus far, the man only left her an impression of danger, pomp, and would not take kindly to insults.

All she wanted was for the conversation to be over, so that she could go home and care for her son.

“What are your strengths?”

Li Shaoling began calmly, but there was clear mockery in his tone.

After all, none would believe a woman in her mere twenties could be so capable as to win a fashion design award in Paris and rise meteorically without any support behind the scenes.

“Mister President, you may dismiss me if you’re worried about my ability to assumed my position.” Ji Weixi smiled calmly. “Although Mister Jiang Cong has informed me that I am now the chief fashion designer of CBS, I can imagine that you have no plans for that.”

If he did, he would not have called her here.

Li Shaoling’s eyes narrowed. It was the first time a woman had talked to him like that.

“I could fire you at any given moment.”

Such an entertaining woman!

“I’m fine with that.” Ji Weixi shrugged and grinned. “That’s up to you, sir.”

A provocation!

Fantastic.

Reckless woman!

There was coldness in Li Shaoling’s eyes.

“You’re fired.”

Ji Weixi was left speechless.

So whimsical, as if picking vegetables at a supermarket.

Truly a capricious big-shot.

But since that was the case, Ji Weixi certainly had no intention to remain.

She hated such superiors the most, and she probably would be pushed around unbearably even if she kept the job.

“Well, thank you for sparing me, President Li.” Ji Weixi rose to her feet with a most dazzling smile.

Li Shaoling’s eyes were half-narrowed in slight surprise.

There was no telling how many would kill to work at CBS—and here she was, so glad that she was fired?

Nonetheless, he was still leaning back in his seat leisurely.

He simply waited for Ji Weixi to turn back.

Didn’t all women play that same trick?

And as he thought, Ji Weixi did turn back just as she reached the door.

A cold smile slowly curled over Li Shaoling’s face. Like the one who bumped into his car yesterday, she was playing hard to get!

But contrary to his thoughts, Ji Weixi simply grabbed her bag and left without a glance behind.

His brow furrowed into a single line.

For some reason, he was resistant to the idea of her leaving.

“Stop right there!”

Ji Weixi paused and turned in response. “Is there something else, President Li?”

She blinked, looking quite innocent.

He felt a tightness in his chest right then for some reason.

Li Shaoling rose to his feet and reached her in several swift strides.

Ji Weixi felt the door on her back.

Bang—

With an arm keeping the door closed right beside her, Li Shaoling caught her chin with his other hand.

Ba-dump!

She had not put on makeup. Even so, her body exuding a faint sweet smell that left his heart skipping a beat.

Damn it.

Why did it feel like he knew her?

“Have we met before?”

Those words left his mouth almost without thinking.

He had never said such words. To any woman.

Be that as it may, Ji Weixi’s eyes were rolling over the horizon.

She slapped off his hand. “President Li, don’t try too hard if you’re bad at skirt-chasing. That pick-up line that had gone out of fashion eons ago.”

She actually believed that he was hitting on her?

What an international joke. He was always the one being chased.

Enraged, Li Shaoling was about to retort before Ji Weixi added, “By the way, I heard that you are getting married, sir. You should mind your chastity.”

What was that supposed to mean?

Was he unclean?