Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Their son was with them. How could he say that?!

Ji Weixi’s cheeks were burning. “Who would sleep with you or kiss you?! You’re imagining things.”

“You’ve already slept with me,” Li Shaoling retorted, “and you’re still afraid of looking?”

His eyes were burning into her. Ji Weixi had the uneasy feeling as if she was stripped naked, baring everything for him to see.

Unable to hold back, she covered her face and stamped her feet. “Li Shaoling, you are shameless!”

Her look—frantic but unable to a thing against him was utterly adorable.

Li Shaoling could not help but laugh. He hugged her and bit her on her reddened ear. “I’m only shameless when I’m with you.”

Oh no, she was about to be driven crazy.

She never imagined that the famous President Li was so unabashed.

“Go away!” Ji Weixi hit him on the chest, only to find it very hard and hurt her hand instead.

Li Shaoling lifted a brow. “Where should I go? To your heart?”

Now, it appeared that he had his ways when it comes to chasing skirts as well.

Nonetheless, Ji Weixi shoved her away to attempt her escape. But as she turned, she found Ji Jiayu looking up at them with wide-eyes without blinking.

“Go to sleep!” Ji Weixi pushed her to the break room, but the tot grabbed her arm.

“Mommy, is it true that kissing would make babies?!”

“…”

“Then hurry and kiss daddy! I want a little sister! A cute little sister!”

“…”

Li Shaoling leisurely added, “Look, our son has spoken. Why don’t you kiss me?”

Ji Weixi smiled coldly. “I’ll kiss your sister!”

Li Shaoling frowned. “Didn’t I say that you can only kiss me?”

Was that woman mad? Even kissing his sister?

Ji Weixi, meanwhile, was speechless.

Was he unaware of sarcasm?

***

The little one was insistent of playing in Li Shaoling’s office. Helpless, Ji Weixi returned to her own office.

Tian Miaomiao found her face lustrously red. “Oh, my,” she said sourly, “did President Li just wet you?”

Ji Weixi glared at her. “Nonsense!”

“Tut-tut-tut, not being honest? Look at you… but I still would have to warn you: President Li is at that vigorous phase of his life—the two of you should take it easy.”

Ji Weixi was speechless.

Vigorous… well, Li Shaoling was the predator-type.

Ji Weixi’s face reddened uncontrollably once she thought about what he was saying.

How annoying.

Her heart beat furiously and would not stop.

***

Evening.

Ji Weixi left to pick up the little one.

Just when she reached the door, she could hear his little voice exclaiming mightily, “Die, Obiko! I, Tiga, shall destroy you for earth! Your resistance is futile!”

“Hie-yaaah! Whoooosh—”

It seems that there were sound effects as well…

Her mouth twitching, Ji Weixi entered the office to find the little one holding his Ultraman Tiga figure, his little hands swishing through the air and muttering something suspiciously like ‘ha-sa-ki’1.

It was as if he was the incarnation of justice, standing in the middle of a ruined city, locked in a final battle with a monster.

The eighth-grade syndrome was overwhelming.

“Baby…” Ji Weixi threw him a ‘there’s-no-helping-you’ look.

“Mommy!” The little one quickly threw away the Ultraman model, ran to her and held her leg. “Mommy~ I missed you so much~”

He rubbed his head over her thigh, acting spoiled just like a puppy asking for food.

He was trying to curry a favor, and that definitely meant nothing good.

Nonetheless, Ji Weixi crouched and asked with a smile. “What is it?”

“Um, Mommy, can you please go home with just Miaomiao?” He asked with a little pout. “I want to go home with Daddy.”

Ji Weixi looked around but could not find Li Shaoling. “Where’s Daddy, then?”

“He has an emergency meeting… Mommy, please, can Baby go home with Daddy?” The little one asked again with his fingers crossed and an unhappy look.

Ji Weixi felt powerless. “Baby, aren’t you scared that he would kidnap you?”

The little one shook his head confidently. “He won’t! Because Daddy would like a daughter. He wouldn’t want to kidnap me!”

“…”

He was quite self-aware.

Translator’s Note:

1. ‘Hasaki’ means the edge of a sword.