Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Ji Weixi was simply beautiful.

Snow-white skin, a face reminiscent of peach flowers and poppies that no one could resist from taking a bite out of, and be enraptured forevermore.

Li Shaoling had never been interested in women. He had initially been troubled about the intimate moment four years ago, but he was sure of it now.

That she possessed the witchcraft to draw fierce loving from men.

Nevertheless, his eyes cooled.

Was he her first or not?!

Envy quietly arose over his chest again.

Suddenly, he pulled back and rose to his feet, just as his mobile phone incidentally rang.

He glanced at the incoming caller, while fractions of annoyance appeared over his brow.

“Hello.”

“Alright.”

After two curt words, Li Shaoling quickly hung up. Throwing the woman who was still utterly irritated a disapproving look, he said, “I’m going out for a bit. Don’t leave.”

Ji Weixi snorted, but his gaze pierced her as if able to see through everything, just as she was about to speak. “Don’t even think of taking your son and running. River Town is my domain.”

In other words, she would never escape from him.

However, Ji Weixi was the type of person who was uninhibited and free.

The more she was bound, the more she would struggle.

Meanwhile, Li Shaoling watched as her little face became excited before adding, “Even if you flee River Town, I would shoot down your plane.”

Ji Weixi was speechless.

Wait, why was she frightened for no reason?

***

It had been an engagement ceremony that caught the attention of millions, only to end up having the bridegroom-to-be suddenly kidnapping another woman and going missing.

Reporters from local channels were broadcasting live outside the Ji Residence’s gates, with groups of onlookers joining the crowd as well.

Then, a sapphire Bugatti Veyron slowly stopped outside the gates.

The door opened. Li Shaoling’s long legs strode out.

Everyone’s eyes sparkled—the main character had arrived.

“President Li, a word?” Every reported stuffed their mics at his direction.

Li Shaoling did not even glance sideways, and simply strode forward despite the flanking crowd.

Meanwhile, everything inside the Ji Residence was essentially upended and an utter mess.

Ji Jianing had grabbed a vase and was about to fling it on the floor, all while cursing, “Ji Weixi, you b*tch! Stealing my man on my engagement party… He is mine… Mine!”

“No, Jianing, stop! Put it down!”

Zhou Huijie and Ji Xiangdong were nervous wrecks. Their heads were dripping with sweat, fearful that their daughter would hurt herself.

The words only reached deaf ears. It was smashed into a million pieces, its shards darting in every direction—including the leather shoes of the man who had just arrived.

At that moment, Ji Jianing felt chill. She turned to find a pair of hawkish eyes.

Caught off guard, she could not withdraw her untoward emotion in time.

“Shaoling…”

Her tears began to fall, and she once again assumed the sympathizing appearance of a white lotus, lifting her skirt and dashing into his arms.

“Shaoling… Shaoling… you’re finally here! I knew you wouldn’t leave me, right?”

She looked up at the man’s cold face which loses no charm, her eyes utterly captivated.

He was so hopelessly handsome.

She would never let Ji Weixi take him away!

Li Shaoling simply watched her tearful and lovesick face with rising indignation.

He was especially upset with the pungent perfume from her body.

Ji Weixi’s faint sweetness was better.

Hence, he shoved her off and walked to Zhou Huijie and Ji Xiangdong and declared coldly, “I’m canceling the wedding.”