Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Later, she tried looking for work, but was never hired once the other party learned that her name was Ji Weixi.

As if discreetly instructed by someone to prevent that.

With nowhere to go and drifting through the streets, she gritted her teeth and took what savings she had to go overseas where she would make a living.

She worked to such exhaustion that she was caught with threatened abortion on one occasion. Her child almost did not survive.

That was when she realized how important the child was to her.

Over the last four years, she experienced much, just as she began to see things as they were.

She simply considered the injustice Ji Xiangdong and Zhou Huijie exacted upon her a repayment for raising her.

When she returned to the country recently, she swore that she would not have any dealings with Ji Xiangdong and his family.

Everyone would mind their own business.

None of them would cross one another.

And what she would do now was protect her son.

However, when Ji Weixi was about to get off work, she received Ji Jianing’s invitation card.

It was huge, red, and celebratory. She tore it open to read the arrogant and bragging contents marked in golden hot stamping fonts.

There would be a grand engagement party tomorrow afternoon.

Bride-to-be: Ji Jianing.

Bridegroom-to-be: Li Shaoling

A picture of the couple was attached next to it. Ji Jianing was smiling very sweetly, but Li Shaoling appeared impassive—even slightly reluctant.

That being said, he was explosively handsome whatever expression he wore.

Who could have crafted his good-looks?

“Let me see!” Tian Miaomiao reached out and clawed it away, finally setting her eyes upon Li Shaoling’s face.

Breathing hurt for her then as her teeth gnashed, and she shuddered.

“That dumb fool Ji Jianing… that pile of cow dung!” She roared abruptly.

Once Tian Miaomiao thought about the steamy scenes of Ji Jianing and Li Shaoling’s first night…

What the hell. Why would her man-god be hogged by such a pig!

No! She could not accept that!

When Jiayu saw Li Shaoling’s divine face that resembled his own, there was a discreet glimmer in his eye.

“Your eyes will hurt if you look at it for too long.” Ji Weixi was unusually irritated and simply dumped the invitation into a bin.

She would never go even if it kills her.

***

A sheet of gloomy cloud shrouded the evening sky. Dull thunder rumbled over all directions in the company of lightning piercing the horizons.

Ji Weixi realized that she forgot her car key when she reached the basement parking.

“Wait for me here, I’ll go back to fetch the keys.” Ji Weixi hurriedly made her way back as she spoke.

It was about to rain. Without an umbrella, she must make haste.

Ji Weixi quickly returned to her office and did a thorough search but found nothing.

“Weird… where did it go?” She murmured.

“Looking for this?”

The voice behind her left her promptly freezing.

With the sky darkening and no lights turned on around them, Li Shaoling was leaning by the doorway. His long legs were crossed, with a hand in his pocket and the other holding a bunch of keys.

In the dimness, his obsidian eyes twinkled—his blade-thin lips curling in a cool arc.

A lethal allure.

Before she could compose herself, Ji Weixi was caught off guard by the attractiveness.

How could anyone withstand it?

Nonetheless, she asked, “You stole my keys?”

“I found it.”

“Then please return it to me, President Li.” Ji Weixi inched a few steps towards him and spread her palm.

Malice lurked in Li Shaoling’s brow. “What if I don’t?”

‘What?

‘Such gall even after taking my keys. Did Fish Leong¹ give you that courage?!’

Still, Ji Weixi held back her rising annoyance. “Those are my keys. If you would kindly return it to me, President Li, I’ll owe you and your entire family.”

Li Shaoling tutted and lifted the keys over his head. “Come and get it.”

Ji Weixi was left speechless.

What was wrong with his head? Did he not have his fill of teasing her?!

He was almost 1.9 meters tall, not to mention that his limbs were long. On the other hand, she was at best 1.75 even with her high heels—with almost thirty centimeters setting them apart, how would she take it back?

Was this going to be another monkey show?

Rolling up her sleeves, Ji Weixi felt a déjà vu of impending mutual destruction.

“Excuse me, President Li!” She cried.