Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Ji Weixi woke up with a slight headache when she got up the next morning.

Pressing on her throbbing temples, she sat up in bed. It was still a cloudy day, and it was drizzling outside.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and was struck by a critical hit of beauty when she looked up.

Li Shaoling was putting on a necktie in front of the long mirror. There was a cold frown on his brow, while his fingers kept making a mess of the knots. He certainly looked not in the mood, eventually impatiently pulling the tie and hanging it over his neck.

Suddenly, he saw that the woman was looking at himself from the mirror.

“Come.” He gestured.

Ji Weixi, yet to wake up from his dream tamely pushed off her blanket and got there.

He handily gathered her into his arms. “Help me with my tie.”

As if it was natural, Ji Weixi stood on her toes and started to knot his necktie. He was so tall that she had to stand on his shoes.

Afraid of her falling over, he held her waist with both hands as if they were a long-married couple.

She was still drowsy and would yawn from time to time, causing her eyes to become watery and crystalline.

Still, Ji Weixi deftly did the tie. She looked up into his bottomless gaze, and she finally reacted after seconds, promptly pushing him away.

“How did you get in here!?” She esclaimed coldly and angrily.

She had clearly locked the door!

Li Shaoling was at once helpless and exasperated.

Her slow reaction was so cute.

“Did you think a door could stop me?”

Ji Weixi was speechless.

However, Li Shaoling’s sharp gaze narrowed dangerously. “You’re quite good with a tie. Who did you help before?”

Incidentally, he tends to be easily angered in the morning, and that very thought exploded his rage meter.

The man was probably envy incarnate in his last life.

“I helped a model before.” Ji Weixi said, yawning.

A model?!

A model!

Li Shaoling caught her nape and inched closer, gritting his teeth with every word, “A human model?!”

Ji Weixi was so speechless she could not say anything against him. “You’re imagining things. It’s a mannequin.”

Li Shaoling calmed, and tenderly pinched the tip of her nose. “You are only allowed to do my tie.”

It was a pinch that left Ji Weixi’s nose itching.

“Achoo—”

She lowered her head and sneezed—five times.

Li Shaoling’s face turned frighteningly dark. “Are you sensitive to me?”

Ji Weixi drew a blank.

‘Why not write a novel if you’re so imaginative?’

Ji Weixi sneezed again and quickly took a tissue to wipe her snivel. “I might have gotten a cold yesterday,” she said nasally.

Again, Li Shaoling’s expression turned gentle and gave her a firm hug.

“You’re strangling me!” Breathless and irritated, Ji Weixi stomped his foot.

“I was afraid you’re feeling cold,” he said coldly. “You really don’t know what’s good for you!”

‘You need to be taught a lesson!’

Ji Weixi freed herself from his hug. “I’ll look around the house for some cold medicine.”

Li Shaoling caught her hand.

It felt warm, almost scalding.

“Skip work today.”

Ji Weixi shook her head. “No can do. Human resource will deduct my salary.”

“Who dares?” There was killing intent in Li Shaoling’s eyes, and his words allowed no argument. “You get paid leave today.”

“…”

Was this the life of the boss’s woman?

How fickle.

Ji Weixi herself would like to enjoy life as a boss’s wife too, having no care for anything as she stayed home, counting money.

Still, she was not envious, because she did not strongly desire that life.

Her passion was designing and the professional scene.

“Thank you for your kindness, President Li, but I’m going to work.” Ji Weixi gave a businesslike smile and refused.

Li Shaoling stayed silent, and his face was turning cold again.

He was not angry that she did not do as he wanted, but because she was still trying too hard even when she was ill.

He felt that he wasn’t protecting her as a man.

In fact, he was angry at himself.

***

Ji Weixi chuckled when she found her little one coming out of his room clumsily after changing.

He was wearing a butter green short sleeve shirt and a red Ultraman short pants.

He even wore his shoes wrong.

It was too… bombastic a color match.

Red and green…

Still, it was not too hard on the eyes. His little face that resembled Li Shaoling’s so remarkably somehow made an unusual match with his clothing, essentially adapting it as his own style.

“Mommy, why are you laughing?” The little one blinked blankly.

Ji Weixi smiled dazzlingly. “Do you think your clothes look nice, son?”

“Yeah!” He stomped the floor indignantly. “Bad Mommy, laughing at me!”

Li Shaoling sneered. “So ugly. How did I get such a classless son?”

The little one sneered in return. “How did I get such an old man without standards? A fashionable boy like me can be a child model!”

Old… old man??

“You want to die, don’t you?” Li Shaoling abruptly yelled.

Him, old?

Was he? He’s not even thirty, okay?

As Li Shaoling was about to hit the little one, Ji Weixi quickly shielded the boy in his arms.

Li Shaoling had an ugly, frustrated look on his face, and his eyes were full of grievances.

Like… a wounded little puppy.

Ji Weixi’s heart softened for no reason, her motherly instincts surging…

“How could you talk like that, son?” She scolded. “He’s your Daddy. There’s no you without him. You must respect him, and don’t make him angry, alright?”

The little one nodded obediently. “Okay. Got it, Mommy.”

Then, he turned to Li Shaoling and smiled. “Daddy, I’m sorry.”

Li Shaoling, cold-faced, snorted and ignored him.

Tsundere.

In fact, flowers were blossoming in his heart.

Finally, she was taking his side.

***

In the company.

When Ji Weixi was about to leave for her own floor, Li Shaoling caught her, his handsome face inching closer.

Ji Weixi’s face went red, and she carefully looked around. “What are you doing, President Li?”

“Goodbye kiss.”

The little one carefully said, “Daddy… your office is so close to Mommy’s but you still want a goodbye kiss… you’re really clingy.”

Li Shaoling threw him a glare and the little one shrank.

However, Ji Weixi agreed with her son. “Please get back to work, President Li. I’m busy too.”

Catching her off guard for a moment, he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Li—” Ji Weixi’s cheek grew hot, and when she was about to say something, the man had left nonchalantly.

The lingering warmth did not fate, so Ji Weixi had to enter her office with a red face.

Tian Miaomiao came to her, flustered. “Xixi, we lost one of the drafts.”

Ji Weixi frowned. “How? Where did it go?”

“I don’t know!” Tian Miaomiao shook her head, her hands tangled. “What… what should we do? Qiao Ai just informed me that her draft was gone, but I did pass all the drafts you gave me to the designers…”

Tian Miaomiao was frightened the more she thought about it. “Screw me, what should I do? Losing drafts is no small matter! It’s going to be a lawsuit if someone picks it up and leaks it! What should we do, Xixi!!??”