Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Tian Miaomiao had found the mother and son a house that was a-hundred-and-fifty square feet.

The area was just right with a living room, two bedrooms, one kitchen, and a balcony.

The decorations were simple, and the environment acceptable.

“What do you think?” Tian Miaomiao looked upon her work with considerable satisfaction.

Ji Weixi nodded and looked down at her son. “How do you find it, Jiayu? Do you like it?”

Jiayu was pouting, with a tinge of loneliness in his eyes. “Mommy…”

“What is it? Do you feel unwell?” Ji Weixi crouched in panic, her heart tightening.

“Um, no.” The child sneaked into her embrace; his voice was melancholic. “Mommy, Baby wants Daddy…”

The little one had been asking for a father since their return to River Town.

Even if he was clever and a genius, he still lacked fatherly love.

“Good boy. Aren’t you sleepy? Mommy will take you to bed, and we’ll eat when you wake up. Alright?”

Ji Weixi valued her child more than her own life—she certainly kept her temper in check when she was with him.

In return, Jiayu rubbed his eyes. “Will Daddy be there when I wake up?”

“Yeah.” Ji Weixi forced a smile.

“Alright… then I’m going to sleep.” The toddler danced happily.

Picking him up, Ji Weixi took him into a bedroom and put him to sleep, before gently closing the door.

“Xixi, Jiajia really wants a daddy. Do give him one.” Tian Miaomiao felt the pain even as she watched.

Ji Weixi lowered her head and smiled bitterly. “No man would want me.”

Four years ago, she herself had revealed that she had bedded some old man.

Who would want her with her maidenhood defiled? Even she herself could not get it over her conscience.

As she went into the kitchen and made herself busy, Tian Miaomiao got herself a yogurt.

“You’re too hard on yourself!” Her friend rebuked as she planted herself on the couch and handily switched on the television, with a news anchor reading the local business news.

“It’s understood that the heirs of the Li family and Ji Group would be formally announcing their engagement next Tuesday, a union that is set to be one of the most phenomenal events this year. Ji Jianing, heiress of Ji Group is wildly popular following her recent introduction to the entertainment industry, while her fiancé, Li Shaoling often keeps a low-profile despite holding office as president of CBS International…”  

Before the news anchor could finish, Tian Miaomiao had switched off the television in irritation.

“Damn it, that idiot Ji Jianing is everywhere!” She could not hold back a curse. “Making headlines just for a silly wedding? Who does she think she is?!”

Ji Weixi smiled feebly as she cut some vegetables. “She is a star, and now she’s marrying into money—it wouldn’t be her if she didn’t make a fuss about it.”

Still, she simply did not expect that Ji Jianing would not be marrying Mo Nanfeng.

Were they not so utterly close-knitted back then?

“Pfft!” Tian Miaomiao cursed again. “New and wildly popular? Would she even have made a name for herself if she didn’t hook up with the Li family? And that what-his-name, Li Shaoling? He must be blind to marry a white lotus. We’ll watch him cry when all his money gets taken away!”

Ji Weixi was having a stomach ache from laughing as she put a plate of cut fruits in front of her friend. “Have some and relax. Why are you choking yourself over it? It’s her problem who she marries… but who’s this Li Shaoling? Why haven’t I heard about him before?”

“I’m not sure, but rumor has it that he’s a formidable one in the Li family although he stays out of the limelight. Not even the media knows what he looks like.” Tian Miaomiao clicked her tongue. “Must be some old fart—ugly and cannot-be-seen-in-public.”

Ji Weixi nodded in agreement and stuffed a piece of fruit into her mouth.

“Wait, didn’t the news say that he is the president of CBS?” She mumbled. “CBS did just acquire Lee Group… I just hope that he wouldn’t be the new president too.”

She could cry if that proved to be the case.