Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

“Pass the phone to your mother.”

“Are you Li Shaoling?” Jiayu’s eyes overflowed with delight.

“I am.” Ji Shaoling’s voice was very cold—he was reluctant to speak too much with the boy.

Because a fire of envy had ignited wildly inside him.

A smile spread over the tot’s lips. “Okay, please wait for a moment.”

The young boy had already noted down that phone number.

Meanwhile, Ji Weixi had left the bathroom wrapped in a towel. “Who is it, baby?”

“Here.” The tot handed him the phone. “He’s Li Shaoling.”

On the other side of the call, Li Shaoling was taken aback when he heard Ji Weixi called her son ‘baby’.

So, it was her son? And not some other man?

The fiery rage he was holding back vaporized immediately.

On the other hand, Ji Weixi’s voice was rather cool as she took the call with a little anger herself. “Hello?”

Li Shaoling laughed softly. “Are you angry?”

“Just say what you need to say, President Li. I’m going to bed.”

“Everyone gets a day off tomorrow.”

“I know,” Ji Weixi replied very quickly—she could not wait to hang up.

Li Shaoling’s brow furrowed anew. What was with that attitude of hers?

Was she that annoyed with him?

How unreasonable!

“You are to be present in the engagement ceremony tomorrow.” There was an unquestionable command in Li Shaoling’s voice.

Why could he not resist the urge to see her envious face?

“May I decline, President Li?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s a breach of agreement if you refuse,” Li Shaoling replied as if it was most natural. “You would have to pay a hundred million in recompense.”

For the first time, Ji Weixi found him utterly shameless. “President Li, I will sue you at the Price Bureau. Believe it!”

She was aware that characters like him held great authority, that agreements were no different from furniture and arranged according to their mood.

It is a breach of agreement if he says so, and there was no nitpicking.

But that reimbursement was simply astronomical!

“Threatening your superior? Hmm?”

Goodness. As his last note lifted, there was a faint magnetism of charm.

Just as there was a significant sense of danger.

Ji Weixi was so frustrated she would have smashed the phone to the floor. Closing her eyes, she seethed, “Fine. I will be there on time tomorrow.”

Li Shaoling was very satisfied. After he hung up, Ji Weixi raised her phone overhead, about to break it into pieces.

The tot quickly held her thigh. “Mommy, calm down! What did the phone do wrong?”

Oh, right. The phone did nothing wrong but almost suffered an innocent death.

Tian Miaomiao, who had been binge-watching some drama from the couch like some lifeless hog sprung up like a carp once she heard that Ji Weixi would join the engagement ceremony tomorrow.

“Oh, yeah! We are all going tomorrow!”

“I’m going alone. You stay here with my son.”

Ji Weixi swore on her life he would never let her son be cursed at.

Tian Miaomiao turned listless at once and burst into a tirade of complaints. “Xixi, you have to think about it: Jiajia is growing and you cannot keep hiding. I know what you’re thinking, but Jiajia would go to school sooner or later and show his face—what would you do then?”

Those words left Ji Weixi at a loss.

It was true. What would she do when the time comes?

Ji Weixi settled into the couch and gently stroke her child’s head. “I’ll find him a daddy before that.”

“Xixi, forget it. You know better than me that it’s just not likely. That said, even if you couldn’t change Jiajia’s birth, all you have to do is mold him—bastard, illegitimate child or whatnot, let them talk. Our Jiajia will definitely become a real, upright man, so why should he care about all those slandering? What’s most important for you to do is groom him into a star, and when he succeeds, everyone would acknowledge you as a strong and independent single mother!”

Ji Weixi was actually moved by Tian Miaomiao’s eloquent advice.

“Tian Miaomiao. Never knew that you had that in you.”

“Humph!” Tian Miaomiao proudly put her hands on her hips. “I’m definitely amazing—it’s just that I’m usually discreet.”

As Ji Weixi watched her son’s little face, she resolved herself. “Alright, we’ll all go tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah!” Tian Miaomiao was happy as a lark.

On the other hand, the tot appeared none too pleased. Cradled in Ji Weixi’s bosom, he began to scheme…