Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Chapter 152 - Bring the Money if You Want Her Alive!

Chapter 152: Bring the Money if You Want Her Alive!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Later... I finally understood.” Mo Nanfeng’s gaze turned to vicious envy. “You fell in love with Li Shaoling too! How could you! Your man is supposed to be me!”

Ji Weixi struggled as hard as she could, but he was simply unaffected and would not let go.

Eventually, she simply lowered her head and chomped down on his arm. He gasped in pain and let her free, but he was also smiling sinisterly even as he looked at his arm that was bleeding profusely. “Weixi, you really don’t care about me at all. Don’t you know how reluctant I was to hurt you?”

Ji Weixi spat a mouthful of blood on the ground and wiped off the remaining bloodstains on her mouth. “Why don’t you die, scumbag and failure!” She sneered. “You really change my opinion of you, Mo Nanfeng.”

She never thought that he could be reduced to such a wretch, despite being so gentlemanly and well-spoken once before.

Ji Weixi could not help wanting to go back in time to the days when she went to school and played with him... to kill him.

Her youth had gone to the dogs!

Mo Nanfeng spread his hands helplessly. “I’ve always been like this. It’s just that you couldn’t see me.”

Then, he said rather deceitfully. “Weixi, be a good girl and come with me. Stay away from Li Shaoling and I won’t hurt you.”

Was that a threat?

“Why should I stay away from him?” Ji Weixi mocked in great disdain. “He’s my man. What does that have to do with you? You don’t even deserve to lick his shoes. I really pity Uncle Mo—how did he come to have a son like you? You’re the greatest shame of the Mo family!

“You might still make it if you just died as penance now!”

She had thought that her words would anger him, but it only made his smile grow wider.

When Ji Weixi was about to leave, two men appeared out of nowhere.

Two burly, menacing men.

Ji Weixi’s eyelids twitched as she sensed danger.

She stumbled a few paces, pausing for a moment before suddenly bounding off towards the other direction.

One of the men easily caught her, grabbing her by her hair and pulled her back backwards, locking her hands with his own.

Ji Weixi struggled wildly when she felt a sharp prick on her neck.

Her eyes widened and her body convulsed, when the man suddenly let her go while dropping a syringe.

Nonetheless, Ji Weixi endured the pain and kept running, while the three men simply stayed where they were, waiting.

She descended the stairs, thinking that she had actually parked too far away from her car.

All of a sudden, her feet gave in and she dropped to her knees.

Even if she mustered all of her strength to stand, her feet had been deprived of all senses and disregarded her will.

She panicked, taking out her phone to try calling Li Shaoling.

Soon, however, her hands were not working either: it took everything she had to swipe her screen as droplets of sweat appeared over her head.

She bit her lip, holding on to a tombstone and tried to get up but soon collapsed entirely, rolling down the stairs.

Thud—

In the end, she slammed into the last step of the stair and lay feebly. Unconscious, he could not feel any pain, just as she could not stop her eyes from closing.

She tried to lift herself and scream for help, but her throat was choking as if a stone was inside, and she simply couldn’t make a sound.

She watched Mo Nanfeng slowly descended and crouched before her. He was smiling like a degenerate, greedily stroking her face and gently saying, “Weixi, I did tell you I won’t hurt you. Good girl, now sleep for a while, and it won’t hurt anymore...”

Ji Weixi leveled a deadly glared at him, but her consciousness was fading without control, taken away by force...

Eventually, she gently closed her eyes and passed out.

***

The little one had already packed his luggage early on, dressed up and waited at the door for Ji Weixi.

Jiang Cong was quite thrilled too since the little demon king was leaving.

Soon, however, the little one became impatient as Ji Weixi did not show up after an hour.

He gave her a call, but received no response.

Upset but unwilling to give up, he tried again but there was still no response too.

Jiang Cong, who had just been celebrating was quickly let down, even afraid. “Young Master... perhaps your Mommy wants you to stay a few more days here?”

Spare him! He was still single, there’s no way he would want to have his golden years faded under a brat’s torment!

Nonetheless, the little one was still panicking and called Li Shaoling.

He received the call a little unhappily. “What is it?”

“Daddy! Is Mommy with you!?”

“She’s gone home.”

“Mommy called me at Uncle Cong’s place.... she said she would come, but I waited for a long time and she didn’t show up. Her phone was off too... Daddy, where’s Mommy?”

At that, the little one’s voice was shaking. “I’m worried that something has happened to Mommy...”

On the way to the airport, Li Shaoling jammed his foot on the brakes. “Don’t worry. I’ll call her.”

Li Shaoling had never been that flustered.

That was when his phone screen shone, displaying a series of unfamiliar numbers.

“Are you Li Shaoling?”

There were echoes—wherever the caller was, it must be wide and empty.

Li Shaoling’s eyes narrowed. “Yes,” he growled.

“Ji Weixi is in our possession. If you don’t want her to die or...”

The caller—a man—trailed off mid-sentence. Anyone’s imagination would have gone wild in those seconds.

“Bring a hundred million and come alone. Anyone else comes, she dies!”

With that, the man hung up before Li Shaoling could say more.

The beeping that lingered as if a connection was cut was simply frustrating.

***

Inside an abandoned factory at River Town.

Light was coming in from between the three blades of an old window fan shone upon the ground.

Dust wafting in the air, and there was the occasional squeaking of rats hiding beneath machines left behind.

At the center of a vast space, a woman was bound onto a chair. Her hands were also tied and hanging in the air while her head hung feebly, her body leaning forward and her hair dangling loosely in front of herself.

It was an abandoned beer factory. She was kept between several massive brewery tanks that looked like they could blow up at any moment.

Ji Weixi’s eyebrow twitched as she slowly opened her eyes. The place was thick with dust since there never were people around, and she coughed violently.

Muddleheaded, she shifted her eyes and realized that

She gasped as aches all over her body struck like a tide.

Squeak—

As she leaned backwards as if her body was jelly, she heard something that was quite soft as well at her feet.

Looking down with much difficulty, she screamed, her voice echoing within the emptiness.

It was a large, fat gray rat.