Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

“Sis, did you have your lunch yet? Should I have the chef make you something?”

More than showing concern, Ji Jianing acted as if she was doing charity.

“There’s no need. I’ve already eaten.” Ji Weixi smiled through gritted teeth.

Li Shaoling was simply inhuman. What superior forces their subordinate to watch them eat?

He must be crazy, and it was utter torture that she had not had her lunch yet.

Then, in the next split second…

Grumble—

Ji Weixi wanted to die right then; she felt slapped resoundingly.

‘Dear stomach. Couldn’t you have held out a little?’

However, reluctant to be reduced to a laughing stock in front of Ji Jianing, she calmly said, “My digestive system has been too efficient lately.”

“Heh—”

A grin appeared over Li Shaoling’s lips.

That smile…

Devilishness hiding composure, and a little sneer?

Nonetheless, it lasted only for a second.

He suddenly rose to his feet and strode away.

“Shaoling!” Watching his back as he left, Ji Jianing sighed. “Sis, don’t be too hard on him—Shaoling’s just the way he is. That’s how he treats everyone except me.”

Ji Weixi rolled her eyes.

Who was being hard on him? And who was even talking to you?

“Sluts lead a happy life.” Ji Weixi told her, her high-heels clicking as she left.

“You—” Ji Jianing exploded, but quickly looked around.

If anyone else saw her behaving like that, her image would be ruined.

Hastily tidying her hair, she went to the president’s office.

However, she found that it was locked when she grabbed the door handle.

“Shaoling?” Ji Jianing called, rapping the door and quickly becoming tearful as she noticed no movement inside. “Shaoling? What have I done wrong?”

“Shaoling… Shaoling, please don’t ignore me… Shao—”

“Get lost!” Li Shaoling yelled abruptly, and Ji Jianing was stunned into silence.

Why was he throwing a fit again? Who could have stepped on his toes?

***

Both Jiayu and Tian Miaomiao’s stomachs were bulging with food when Ji Weixi returned.

“Mommy, are you having an upset stomach? You’ve been gone for some time at the toilet.”

The tot glanced sadly at her food which had no warmth left. “Your food is cold now.”

“I’m skipping lunch. It’s fine.” Ji Weixi told him reassuringly and patted his head.

“That won’t do. How could you go without food?” The child said and grabbed Tian Miaomiao’s mobile phone, ready to order something else.

Tian Miaomiao quickly snatched it back and shielded it as if it was treasure. “I’m broke. Use your mommy’s phone if you want to order something.”

She still needed the dough to buy a husband after all.

“Miaomiao, you’re not getting a boyfriend if you behave like this.” Jiayu retorted with quiet contempt. “Moreover, all your money is salary from Mommy, so it’s basically her money. Why bother?”

Such a prodigy of logic.

Surprisingly, Tian Miaomiao was tilting her head and considering that idea seriously. “You’re right,” she then said. “Go ahead!”

As Ji Weixi watched her boy work his magic, she found him ever so remarkably resembling Li Shaoling.

That brow, that air of mischief… it was as if they were cut from the same fabric.

Could it be that some other woman had a baby with Li Shaoling, only for Ji Weixi to mistakenly claim him at the hospital…

As Ji Weixi’s imagination ran wild, someone knocked on the office door.

Jiang Cong entered, carrying a thermal lunch box.

“Miss Ji, your lunch with compliments from President Li.”

Ji Weixi, having a drink, choked most spectacularly in response.

“Go away! My Mommy doesn’t need your charity!” The little tot shoved Jiang Cong, showing an exuberance that none could ignore despite his young age.

Jiang Cong was left stunned then.

He knew Ji Weixi had a child. He just did not expect the boy to resemble his boss so much!