Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

“Xixi, surely you could be a little less hardcore.”

Tian Miaomiao watched in utter amazement as Ji Weixi put the pair of man’s trousers on the desk. “It’s just a meeting, but why are you bringing back a man’s wet pants?”

“…It’s Li Shaoling’s.”

“What!” Tian Miaomiao was so shocked she flipped over in her chair and crashed to the floor. “Are you joking? He wet his pants? Can you repeat that?!”

It was all over. Li Shaoling’s image of a man-god had completely collapsed in her mind.

Meanwhile, Ji Jiayu picked up the pair of trousers and dumped it into a rubbish bin in disgust.

“Mommy, when did you become so hardcore?” he then asked as well.

Suffering an unspeakable grievance, Ji Weixi simply retrieved the trousers out of the bin. “I did splash fruit juice on his pants,” she said. “He’s having me clean it.”

She would suffer otherwise in the coming days.

Even if Li Shaoling did not say a thing, would he not want payback with his small-minded behavior?

She merely had a slight disagreement with him yesterday, and was toyed around like a monkey today.

Naturally, was it not logical to think that she would be hung out to dry if she did not wash his pants?

Ji Weixi told her about the circuslike chain of events.

“Gosh, how petty can that man be!” Tian Miaomiao’s opinion of the company president took a nosedive. “Xixi, I’m telling you—kick him in the balls if he tries to make a move on you again. Don’t the Li family value their bloodline? You could well sever it!”

“You’re wicked.” Ji Weixi gave her a thumbs up.

“Miaomiao, you’re wrong there.” The tot interjected. “It’s not enough to cut his descendants—anyone who bullies mommy doesn’t deserve to keep his balls.”

“Baby, be nice.”

***

At noon, Tian Miaomiao called for delivery while Ji Weixi went to the washroom.”

“Hurry back, Mommy. Miaomiao’s a glutton—she might take your portion too.”

Despite his young age, the tot was already shouldering worries he should not be having at his age.

“Alright.”

Then, as Ji Weixi left the washroom, she glimpsed Ji Jianing sitting in an armchair at a nearby balcony and having a lively chat with Li Shaoling.

The man looked disinterested, however—his face was impassive even as he laid back in his own chair.

Clearly, the couple’s relationship was one-sided—on Ji Jianing’s part.

Ji Weixi looked away. A white lotus and a black lotus? It was a match made in heaven!

But that was when Ji Jianing noticed her. She quickly greeted her, afraid to miss her chance for showing off.

“Sis!”

Ji Weixi ignored her, turned and kept walking, but Ji Jianing ran to catch up with her, holding her arm most intimately. “Why are you here, Sis? Is there something you need my help with?”

Being the top transnational company in the Asia Pacific, CBS was the runaway leader when it came to finance, fashion, or even creative industries.

They were diversified, yet achieving excellence no one else could achieve.

Therefore, convinced that Ji Weixi’s only acquaintance in CBS was her own fine self, Ji Jianing was convinced she had something to ask of her.

She was simply waiting for Ji Weixi to present her miserable self.

Nonetheless, Ji Weixi promptly slapped away her hand and said coolly. “I’m now CBS’s chief designer. Why do you think I’m here?”

Ji Jianing was dumbstruck. Ji Weixi was actually the parachuted fashion designer?

By what right? She had neither the education or the experience.

Could she have come to seduce Li Shaoling, knowing that he was her fiancé?

Ji Jianing clenched her fist at the mental image of those two sharing a life together.