Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Chapter 57 - He Is… Embarrassed?

Chapter 57: He Is... Embarrassed?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At the thought, Ji Weixi hesitantly moved nearer, gritting her teeth as she wrapped her hands around Li Shaoling’s neck.

She firmly pressed her lips on his face before pulling back immediately.

The faint sweetness from her body seemed to linger from that soft touch.

Li Shaoling was taken aback; his reaction became slightly sluggish then.

As he shifted his gaze, he found the woman shrunk in her seat, her cheeks faintly red. Perhaps she had kissed him a little too forceful, her lips were darker and more alluring.

Ji Weixi then glared at him; her tone was an almost playful pout. “Move it!”

She did kiss him. She would smash his head open if he still would not move.

Li Shaoling hence started the car a little slowly, as if yet to recover from the kiss.

However, before the car moved ten meters, it almost ran into a guardrail, and Li Shaoling promptly jammed his foot on the brakes.

Ji Weixi almost slammed headfirst into the windshield, leaving her dazed and scared to death. “Li Shaoling, are you trying to kill us?”

“Hahahahaha!” Jiayu burst out in laughter in the backseat, and the two turned towards him puzzledly.

He was holding his stomach from the merriness, his two little legs flailing. “Daddy lost his bearings from the kiss!

Li Shaoling said nothing.

Ji Weixi pursed her lips to hide a smile before turning towards Li Shaoling.

His ears were red.

...Could it be that he was embarrassed?

***

When they reached home, Ji Weixi let the little one off the car first.

Meanwhile, Li Shaoling went to the car boot and took out huge luggage cases.

Ji Weixi felt her eyelids twitch. “Li Shaoling, what are you doing?”

Li Shaoling closed the car doors, “Didn’t you ask me to stay before? I’m here now.”

Ji Weixi was speechless.

“That’s yesterday. It doesn’t count now!”

She finally realized why he did not agree last night too—he did not bring his luggage!

That was his motive!

Li Shaoling was not listening at all. Pretending that he was deaf and ignoring everything else, he simply carried the suitcases into the house.

The little one was jumping around in joy. “Oh, yeah! Daddy’s going to read me bedtime stories!”

Li Shaoling then placed his luggage at the entryway and quietly looked around. He resembled a prospector when he studied a house.

He then went to stand outside Tian Miaomiao’s room. “I’ll get her to move out,” he said.

The little one burst into applause. “Oh yeah! Are you taking her room instead, Daddy?”

“No.” Li Shaoling lowered his gaze at the undesired third party and said calmly, “You’re staying there.”

“...But why?”

“You’ll disturb me making your sister with your Mommy.”

The little one nodded solemnly. “Oh, right. Then I’ll stay away, hehe...”

Why did father and son spoke as if everyone else did not matter?

Not to mention that they absolutely accepted no refusal after they spoke—as expected, the overbearing attitude was hereditary.

Ji Weixi could feel her cheeks become warmer as she listened to them.

Could he refrain from talking about making Jiayu’s sister? It was so embarrassing!

She really wanted to stuff his mouth, but she did promise her son a sister—the little fellow would definitely throw a fit if she went back on her word.

Well, she picked up a boulder, only to drop it on her own toes.

She faked a cough. “Li Shaoling, a moment please.”

He slowly went to her and waited for her to speak.

Throwing a glance at their son nearby, she seethed quietly, “Can I appeal to your better nature so that you would stop mentioning making children with our son?”

Li Shaoling thought nothing of it, however. “We’ll be having another after we get married anyway. Why not do it early?”

G-get married?!

Ji Weixi almost bit her tongue in the surprise. “Wh-who would want to marry you!”

Li Shaoling instantly pressed his body towards her, even narrowing his eyes dangerously. “Then who are you going to marry?!”

There was coldness between his brows—a pervading frost, a powerful aura that none could ignore.

Ji Weixi lowered her head in fear. “It won’t be you anyway.”

“Good,” said Li Shaoling smiling. “I’ll bring our kid along to kidnap you on your wedding.”

At those words, he turned and waved his hand at the little one. “Come. Your Mommy just said that she would marry another man.”

Jiayu ran towards them in frantic steps and clenched his fists angrily. “Mommy, who are you going to marry?! When’s the wedding? Tell me, I’ll strap a bomb to myself and blow him up.”

Ji Weixi was speechless, and felt alone and helpless.