Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

“So you work here, Sis! Such a coincidence!” Ji Jianing put up her trademark smile and pulled Ji Weixi to the balcony, making introductions with delicate sweetness. “Let me introduce you. This is Shaoling, my fiancé… I presume both of you know each other?”

As Ji Weixi’s gaze met Li Shaoling’s deep, cold eyes, she smiled through gritted teeth. “Yes, we’ve met before. Isn’t that right, President Li?”

After all, they had the pants-wetting sort of acquaintance.

Nonetheless, Li Shaoling simply turned away to look at the scenery beyond indifferently.

‘Wow. He really gives no face!’

Ji Jianing noted that little exchange in glee, believing that Li Shaoling was loathing Ji Weixi for pushing her—his woman—yesterday.

“Shaoling…” Ji Jianing crouched before her pleasantly. “She’s my sister. I know you don’t like her, but tomorrow is the day we announce our engagement so we’ll be family soon. Don’t be like that, okay?”

It was a line that asserted her dominance over Ji Weixi, even if she was actually putting on airs.

Ji Weixi could feel her skin crawl as she watched. As expected of the one billed as the top newcomer—her acting prowess was impressive.

“Oh, Sister. Mister Li doesn’t like me much anyway. By the way, I’m off… I have work to do.”

Ji Weixi sighed in both grievance and dismay while trying to escape that sappy place.

She did not fear Ji Jianing, but as the saying goes: out of sight, out of mind.

Anyone would understand that feeling where the stomach would heave in any given moment looking at that white lotus.

“Wait.”

Li Shaoling suddenly spoke; his tone was very cold.

Ji Weixi stopped in her tracks at once.

That accursed man. Her body had obeyed him almost by reflex.

“Is there something else, Mister Li?” She flashed him a dazzling smile.

At the same time, her chest churned in waves of wrathful flames.

Why were her smiles ever so flawless?

Could she not show a little emotion?

“Watch me eat.”

Li Shaoling leaned back lazily with the demeanor of some great nobleman waiting to be served.

What?

Ji Weixi was left dumbfounded.

Had she gone deaf? What was he even saying, watch him eat?!

Meanwhile, Ji Jianing’s could feel her heart singing. Quickly pinching a piece of the dish Shaoling was eating with a pair of chopsticks, she brought it to his mouth.

“Here, Shaoling. Be a good boy, open wide… Aaaaaaaaaaaah…”

Li Shaoling stared at his food; his eyebrows were raised.

Ji Jianing had fresh good looks—bearing a pure maiden’s innocence and the soft-spoken trait that came with it.

She would always claim any man’s soul with ease because she was what men universally liked—a type of woman that could invoke their protectiveness.

And yet she did not even hold a candle to Ji Weixi.

Her facial features were mundane, but exceedingly stunning as a unit. It was as if she was god’s finest piece of art, her every little gesture never lacking feminine style and charm.

She was the best of the best.

However, why did such a woman already have a child? And had been together with another man?!

Li Shaoling gulped his food hatefully, unable to savor the taste.

On the other hand, Ji Jianing was having the time of her life feeding him, with her entire face brimming with pleasure. In fact, her smile was so wide it could reach the back of her head.

She imagined that Ji Weixi would probably be very irritated.

“Shaoling, here, have a drink.” Ji Jianing brought a cup to him as if serving an emperor.

Li Shaoling then looked up to find Ji Weixi looking out over the balcony, her arms folded and her expression impassive.

It was as if she was saying ‘enjoy yourselves while I turn myself off’.

And that was the first time he was ignored as if he was thin air.

He was not amused.