Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Chapter 93: I Finally Found You

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Ji Weixi tried to run, but she no longer at the chance because the car was about to hit her.

However.

Skiiiid—

With a sharp screech of the brakes, the car stopped.

Ji Weixi’s legs gave out when she saw that the car was just inches away. She dropped to the ground, her umbrella blown miles away by the winds.

The rear door of the car was open and someone with long legs and polished black shoes stepped out, hurrying towards her.

“Are you alright?!”

The gentle voice of a man spoke overhead, and Ji Weixi slowly looked up.

He was holding an umbrella above her and standing there in his dark trench coat, but his appearance was bleak.

Beneath his silver hair, there was concern in his amber eyes. However, he appeared used to being melancholic, carrying all sorts of unsolvable anxieties.

He was a sickly pale-white—even his lips had lost all color.

The joints on the fingers he held the umbrella with were distinct, each narrow and long and a little white too.

Ji Weixi had thought that Li Shaoling’s hands were good-looking enough, but the man’s fingers were a joint longer than Li Shaoling’s.

It was like looking at a piece of art.

“Are you alright?”

The man asked again when he found Ji Weixi scared out of her wits.

Recovering, Ji Weixi met his gaze. Shaking her head awkwardly, she stood up a little raggedly.

She refused when the man offered to hold her up.

“I’m sorry, I must have scared you.” The man smiled apologetically.

Ji Weixi shook her head. “It’s fine…”

She felt something unusual whenever she looked at him.

It was a feeling that was simply what it was—unexplainable.

Because she did not find his face unfamiliar.

She was certainly curious too, because they were clearly meeting for the first time.

That was when the man drew out a dark blue handkerchief, and was about to dry her rain-soaked face.

Ji Weixi took a step back and quickly smiled. “It’s fine, I can do it…”

The man smiled and passed it to her.

As she started to dry herself, she suddenly remembered that her son was waiting for him in the toilet, and quickly dashed out into the rain.

The man tried to stop her with an outstretched hand, but it hung in the air and was eventually withdrawn.

He was staring tightly at that slim, fragile figure.

Slowly, the surprise in his eyes vanished, his amber eyes showing a tender affection while his white lips curled into a smile.

“I’ve finally found you,” he murmured quietly.

***

The little one’s buttocks and feet were becoming sore from crouching, and he was sighing with both hands under his chin.

He felt as if he was about to lose his legs, and his rump was feeling breezy.

“Boy, I’m back!”

The little one’s eyes sparkled at once. “Mommy! You got the toilet papers! Quick, give me!”

Ji Weixi glanced at the handkerchief she was holding and quietly apologized to that man.

“I didn’t get any toilet paper, but here, use this.”

The little one took it and sniffed it. “It smells so sweet. My butt will smell sweet after I use it!”

“…Yeah, it will.” Ji Weixi replied.

He then stepped out of the cubicle, washed his hands and spread his arms for a hug.

Ji Weixi gathered him into her arms, lovingly pinching his nose as he pouted as if given grief.

“Mommy, my butt feels so cold… touch it.”

Ji Weixi was left speechless.

***

Li Shaoling looked travel-worn when he arrived.

However, his sharp brows furrowed when he found Ji Weixi clothes half-soaked, and her damp hair sticking to her face.

“What happened?”

“My umbrella got blown away by the wind and I got soaked.” She lied.

Li Shaoling gave her a light knock on the head. “Idiot.”

The little one clenched his fists and said annoyedly, “Humph! Mommy is not an idiot! You’re the idiot, Daddy!”

“Insolence!” Li Shaoling promptly roared.

The little one quickly ran and hug Ji Weixi, feigning sobs and acting pitiful, “Mommy, Daddy is angry at me again!”

Ji Weixi looked up at him again. “Li Shaoling, children don’t mean what they say. Don’t frighten him.”

“I’m the one being cursed!” Li Shaoling retorted indignantly.

Why did she always only side with the boy, not him?

Ji Weixi was speechless. “Why are you nitpicking with a child, Li Shaoling?”

Not to mention that the boy was his son.

Li Shaoling did not reply and simply stormed away on his own, his stride broad and his pace determined.

He was angry, for the who-knows-how-many time.

Ji Weixi did not have an umbrella, and could only remain where she was, staring at him.

She watched as he was about to reach the car when he suddenly turned around and walked back to her.

His long face was more frightening than the weather, and his gaze extremely fearsome.

“What are you waiting for?”

She didn’t even think about stopping him when he left just now.

How sad, how ridiculous!

***

At night, Ji Weixi was folding recently washed clothes and putting them in the closet.

She watched as Li Shaoling hammered away on a keyboard squeezed onto the small coffee table, working seriously.

His brow would at times furrow or relax.

Ever since the night Mo Bin passed away and he slept here, he never returned home.

Ji Weixi tried to chase him away for umpteenth times, but he would always have a thousand excuses prepared to leave anyone speechless.

Seriously…

That was when her phone rang on the bed.

It was an unknown number.

“Hello?”

Ji Weixi answered it, but there was no reaction from the other side.

Just as she was thinking who could be playing a prank and about to hung up, a mysterious, sinister voice spoke.

“Ji Weixi, you must be living a happy life now, right?”

Ji Weixi’s brow tightened. “Ji Jianing?”

Why did her voice change?

Ji Jianing laughed, leaving Ji Weixi’s hairs standing on its end.

“You won’t be happy!”

“What type of dog are you?” Ji Weixi mocked. “You’re so disgusting when you get angry.”

However, Ji Jianing said nothing and simply laughed. She sounded as abnormal as some shaman.

Ji Weixi hung up without a word.

What an idiot!

“Who was it?” Li Shaoling came to her and ask.

Ji Weixi rolled her eyes at him. “Your ex.”

His face turned cold. “Don’t have one.”

“Then who do you have?”

“Only you.”

Cough!

Ji Weixi turned away, keeping a straight face as she brushed past him. “I… I need water.”

Suddenly, her waist was caught by two arms, and Li Shaoling’s lips were coming towards him. “Are you thirsty?”

Afraid to even look at him, Ji Weixi stiffened and nodded.

His grin exuded a faint devilish charm. “I heard kissing quenches thirst.”

That’s the first time she heard of it.

“According to you, Li Shaoling?” She could see through him immediately.

“Not me,” he corrected, “Your man.”

Ji Weixi felt her cheeks go hot and gasped sharply. “Scoundrel!”

She ran off the moment she said that, and as Li Shaoling gave chase in the excitement, she quickly locked the door to her room.

He ran headlong into the door.

The little one hence patted his blanket and said charitably, “Daddy, let’s share a room tonight!”

The brat was actually a little excited about that.

Li Shaoling smiled inwardly. He would only sleep with his woman and his own little princess. What good is a stinking brat?

“Sleep alone.” He scoffed.

He turned off the lights and squeezed his huge body into the narrow sofa, and closed his eyes after taking a look at the time.

After keeping his eyes closed for around an hour, he whipped out the key he made beforehand and opened the door to the room.

The woman inside was sleeping soundly with even breaths. Her small, pink lips, slightly parted, looked inviting.

Li Shaoling kissed her, and gathered her into his arms for a satisfying sleep.