Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Chapter 46 - Help, President Li Is Hitting A Woman!

Chapter 46: Help, President Li Is Hitting A Woman!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Unsurprisingly, the news about the canceled engagement sent shockwaves across River Town, with Ji Jianing’s management company holding a live press conference.

Ji Jianing appeared pale and there were heavy dark circles under her eyes. Her baggy clothes made her appeared as if she had lost weight.

Facing the cameras, she bit her lip and cried as if in repressed misery. “I have let everyone down.”

All at once, the comments exploded with curses aimed at Li Shaoling, while the live video of her press conference were trending in all major video-sharing platforms.

After the press conference, the top trending hashtag on Weibo was #Justice_for_Ji_Jianing.

The second one was #Li_Shaoling_is_a_douche.

Hence, Ji Weixi steadily pocketed troves of fans, her tragic character image gaining traction by the minute.

At the same time, some netizens had managed to grab images of Li Shaoling kidnapping Ji Weixi—CBS Chief Fashion Designer during the engagement ceremony.

As a result, she was also scolded terribly—even worse so than Li Shaoling as the keyboard warriors cursing even her ancestors.

***

CBS International Tower.

It was when Ji Weixi pulled in the carpark that she suddenly realized she had forgotten to bring Li Shaoling’s pants.

“Miaomiao, take Jiayu upstairs,” she said. “I’m forgot something at home.”

Tian Miaomiao nodded as the little one waved. “Travel safe, Mommy. I’ll go look for Daddy!”

‘And get that Ultraman Tiga toy Daddy promised!’

Meanwhile, Ji Weixi drove home, retrieved the pants and returned to the company, going through two exhausting trips.

However, she was immediately surrounded by a crowd the moment she got out of her car.

“You are Ji Weixi, yes?”

The woman in the lead was dressed garishly in classic Lolita fashion. A dozen other thuggish girls were following behind her, the color of their hair dyed in the colors of a rainbow.

Ji Weixi frowned. “Yes, it’s me. Is there—”

Slap—

Before she could finish, the lolita landed her palm on her.

“Sisters, it’s her—that vixen who stole Jianing’s man. Kill her!”

It was a heavy slap. Along with her sprained leg which had not recovered and having not had breakfast, Ji Weixi’s head was left spinning.

She thought that she was doomed.

She was about to be lynched.

That was when she felt herself falling into a warm embrace, her hip caught ever so tightly.

As her eyes regained focus, she looked up, setting her eyes on the person amidst the backlight.

His eyes were turned away. Even so, his pronounced cheekbones exuded an indescribable cool arrogance.

Silent yet imposing, his domineering charisma swiftly overflowing.

Sweeping through the crowd with his dark eyes, the little ladies who were quite keen on dishing out a beating just a moment ago were backing off in fear.

“Who was the one who hit you?”

Li Shaoling spoke softly, but his tone was chilling.

Ji Weixi pointed at the lolita and felt her waist freed.

The man was already walking towards her.

In the end, girls were girls—throwing a fit one second, losing their wind and becoming submissive the next, captivated by the devilish good-looks of Li Shaoling.

The lolita was stunned. It was the first time she saw such a handsome man.

When she saw Li Shaoling slowly lifting his hand, the lolita lifted her hand as well. Mesmerized, she thought that he was about to shake hands with her.

But in the very next second...

Slap—

Li Shaoling landed his palm across her face heavily.

Crisp, loud and direct.

Everyone was left dumbstruck.

Even Ji Weixi was in shock, the corner of her mouth twitching.

President Li was certainly fearsome and unreasonable, even hitting a woman...

No wonder everyone was saying that he would be spending his lifetime alone.

The lolita had been reduced to tears instantly, but Li Shaoling had turned, waving his hand.

He was frowning in dissatisfaction, seemingly having just used one-tenth of his strength.