Mister Li, the Heart Bandit-Chapter 169 - I’m Shaoling’s Girlfriend, Who Are You?

Chapter 169: I’m Shaoling’s Girlfriend, Who Are You?

Li Shaoling turned and left, and seemed to remember something then before turning back, picking up Ji Weixi and returning to her sickroom.

Ji Weixi watched him silently, looking as if she could not wait to melt off his solitary tsundere style.

***

In the afternoon.

Bored, Ji Weixi was curling her hair over a finger. “I want to get discharged.”

Li Shaoling put down his phone and refused. “No.”

“Why?” Ji Weixi pouted with a pained look.

She wanted to see her son because it’s been so many hours since she had last seen him. She missed him so much, not to mention that there would be crying and footsteps in the middle of the night at the hospital, with the noise keeping her from sleeping.

It was so painful.

“You have not recovered yet.”

“Nonsense!” Ji Weixi sprung up on her bed, stretched her limbs and even twisted her neck—just short of finishing an entire series of morning radio exercise. “Look at me. Haven’t I recovered? I am feeling so vigorous!”

Li Shaoling glanced at her spirited performance before flatly adding, “Your X is smaller 1.”

Ji Weixi flushed and she put her arms around herself. “You thug! How did you know?!”

He really knew too much.

Li Shaoling said seriously. “So? What do you need me for?”

After all, the slogan of the brand President Li is ‘because you’re worth it’.

Plonking herself down on the bed, she glared at him viciously and seethed. “I. Don’t. Need. You!”

“Too bad.” Li Shaoling clicked his tongue in pity.

Growl—

That was when an atmosphere-breaking sound came.

Embarrassed, Ji Weixi rubbed her belly. “I’m hungry.”

Putting his hand over her shoulder, Li Shaoling asked, “What do you want to eat?”

Ji Weixi hung her head and thought about it.

It was an adorable sight that the little one must have inherited from her.

Li Shaoling’s smiled widened, and he stretched out his hand to pull loose strands of her hair behind her ear.

JI Weixi looked up longingly then. “Chicken chop, fried chicken, grilled chicken, barbecued chicken, and…”

Li Shaoling’s eyes sparkled. “I’m available too. Do you want to eat me too?

“Li Shaoling! You’re disgusting!” Embarrassed to the point that she was angry, Ji Weixi punched him.

Aaaaargh. She was being driven out of her mind.

“Alright, I’ll stop teasing you.” Li Shaoling’s smile faded and he turned serious. “Oil is not good for the body. I’ll get you some porridge.”

JI Weixi’s face darkened and her eyes turned hateful. “You just asked me what I wanted to eat!”

Li Shaoling was unaffected. “I was just asking. I didn’t say I would buy it for you.”

Ji Weixi was speechless.

She had to kill him! Don’t stop her now!

Li Shaoling left, closing the door to the sickroom behind him. That was when Ji Weixi found the mobile phone on her bed, and she quickly took it and opened the door.

But he was already gone. Wasn’t he being too fast?

Ji Weixi returned to her bed when Li Shaoling’s phone started ringing.

It was an unidentified number.

She answered it.

“Where have you gone to, Li Shaoling?! Don’t you know that I’m worried about you!? Come back now, please?!” The woman’s voice was every kind of girl and spoiled like a sheltered lady.

It was clearly not Li Wanyun either, but another woman.

Ji Weixi’s eyes narrowed for seconds as her brain worked furiously.

She was asking for Li Shaoling and was worried about him.

Clearly, that woman didn’t know where Li Shaoling had gone, and he was panting when he arrived here.

So… this was the woman who had saved Li Shaoling?

“Hello? Are you there, Shaoling? Shaoling?”

Ji Weixi cleared her throat, and spoke with an edge to her politeness. “Are you looking for Li Shaoling?”

The woman calling was clearly surprised. “May I know who you are? Why do you have Shaoling’s phone?”

Ji Weixi sneered, with her voice still vague as she asked another question in return. “Then may I know who you are?”

“I-I am Shaoling’s girlfriend.” The woman replied, before suddenly exclaiming in surprise. “Oh, I know. You’re a maid in Shaoling’s house, right? Is he at home now? I’ll come right now!”

“Really, Shaoling!” The woman pouted playfully. “He told me he’s going to buy my favorite porridge, but he never came back. I guess he went home… Oh, we didn’t see each other for so long. I miss him so much…”

Click—

Unable to bear it any longer, Ji Weixi did not wait for the woman to finish before hanging up and smashing the phone on the floor to ease her rage, even a little.

***

Meanwhile.

Qiao Biluo watched as the call was being hung up, a mocking sneer showing on her face.

Lifting her champagne glass for a slip, she walked up to the window and clicked her tongue. “Oh, Weixi, Weixi. You must be so angry right now—but that’s what you deserve! I want you to know that relationships not built on feelings would break at the slightest touch!”

With that, she chugged down the champagne and lifted it, before freeing her fingers and letting the glass drop and smash into pieces, reflecting the sun on her vicious face.

On the other hand, Ji Weixi was breathing heavily.

It was as if blood was pooling out of her heart and streaming out without stopping.

Li Shaoling has a girlfriend?

He actually has a girlfriend? How could she not know?

That woman said that they didn’t meet for a long time, so could it be a long-distance relationship?

Ji Weixi shook her head to stop herself from imagining things, but her mind unwittingly came up with many scenes that made her upset.

Click—

The door to the sickroom was opened and Li Shaoling walked in.

He saw his phone lying on the ground and arched his back to pick it up.

Then, just as he was about to ask about it, he looked up to find Ji Weixi’s having red circles over her eyes and messy hair.

His heart tightened. “What is it?”

He put his things on a cabinet and went to hug her—although she didn’t avoid him and reacted more or less the same as usual, he had a feeling that something was out of place.

Li Shaoling turned on his phone and checked the logs.

He recognized Qiao Biluo’s number.

It seems that the accursed woman said something she shouldn’t.

Li Shaoling pulled her into his arms—it hurt his heart that she didn’t struggle.

He held up his face and gently asked, “What did you talk about?”

Ji Weixi did her best to smile brightly. “Nothing. He asked where you’ve gone, and I said you went out to get something.”

She didn’t want Li Shaoling to know that she was very, very sad, just as she didn’t want to act like a spoiled child, or that use his love for her as a weapon she could throw a fit with without restraint.

And yet…

She hated that side of herself: no matter how much warmth and love Li Shaoling would give her, she could not stop herself from believing all that she had heard.

After all, no one knew about their past.

And Ji Weixi’s relationship with Li Shaoling was built upon the scab of her own wounds.

And the more voices she heard, the more the scab was being torn—and in the end, the new flesh that had just grown underneath would be utterly exposed to the air.