Mister Li, the Heart Bandit-Chapter 8 - Bumping into Ji Jianing

Chapter 8: Bumping into Ji Jianing

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Pushing the doors open, Ji Weixi left.

With her straightened back, her dignified and cold visage—she had the aura of a queen.

Jiang Cong who had been eavesdropping, was left bewildered.

She was too bold.

Everyone knew that Li Shaoling had the worst temper. With that chip on his shoulder, he would disown every living relative he had at the drop of a hat.

“Jiang Cong.”

“Yes, boss!”

Jiang Cong stepped into the office, with cold sweat streaming freely all over his body.

“I want every piece of information on her.” Li Shaoling had returned to his seat, the corners of his lips hooked as if in rumination.

That was simply strange. A first meeting where he was made a fool, yet he was not angered.

In fact, he was showing interest in her.

“Huh?” Jiang Cong was left confused.

Normally, Li Shaoling would be throwing a fit.

What happened to his boss? Why was he interested in her instead?

Had his brain gone haywire?

“Now!” Li Shaoling roared suddenly.

Jiang Cong scampered off in fright.

Yes, that was more like his boss.

***

Ji Weixi breathed a sigh as she left the company.

That man had been utterly domineering. It was lucky that she was not as weak as she had been four years ago and was able to handle him.

Still, she was now out of a job.

Well, whatever goes— if she actually worked for such a volatile superior, she was asking for a dismissal anyway.

As she proceeded to the basement parking lot, her little one gave her a call.

“Mommy, did you reach the company? Is your boss handsome?”

The tiny tot’s voice over from the other end was utterly endearing.

“Not really. He’s very ugly,” Ji Weixi lied.

“Hmmm. Well, forget it—I thought we could have him as my daddy if he were a looker.”

Ji Weixi was caught between laughter and tears. She had the feeling that her son would sell her off at any given moment.

“Did you have breakfast?” she asked tenderly.

“Yup. I’ve just finished.” The tot replied, and asked endearingly, “Mommy, when are you coming back? Baby misses you.”

“Mommy’s at the carpark and coming back now. Be a good boy.”

“Alright. Then I won’t bother you. Travel safely, Mommy!”

Smiling gently, Ji Weixi hung up and searched through her bag for her keys.

Weird. Where did her keys go?

As she looked for her keys, she did not notice another woman who was fussing over her phone running headlong into her.

“Are you blind? Watch where you’re going!”

The woman yelled in irritation as everything inside Ji Weixi’s bag fell out.

Slightly angered herself, Ji Weixi’s eyes then narrowed as she looked up.

It was Ji Jianing. She was dressed in an haute couture Chanel dress, eight-inch heels, and faint makeup—although her angry yell just now was wholly mismatched with her usual white lotus image.

Why did it have to be her?

It was just like how the saying goes: enemies only ever run into each other!

Ji Jianing did not expect that she would run into Ji Weixi either. Her eyes now sharply scanned Weixi from head to toe.

Her former stepsister was completely different after four years apart: her skin was as white as snow, and she did not look like she had given birth even if she did not put on makeup.

Tall and standing above the crowd, her quiet appearance had cool dignified grace.

Ji Jianing simply did not expect Ji Weixi to undergo such metamorphosis. Her clothes were certainly not cheap either, and her class completely eclipsed her own.

Envy flashed past her eyes as she smiled. “Oh my, Sis. It’s you.”

Coolly shooting her a gaze, Ji Weixi merely crouched and started to pick up everything that had fallen out.

She was unwilling to respond out of disgust.

Meanwhile, Ji Jianing watched as she did so, a pleasure rising within her: she would admit that she looked better now, but so what? She was picking things up at her feet.

“It’s been four years, Sis. Such a long time,” she said loudly, “Where have you been? Don’t you know that Mommy and Daddy are so worried? Well, you’re finally back… come home with me.”

Such brilliant acting.

Such feigned sincerity!

No wonder she was an actress.

Ji Weixi rose to her feet and replied coldly, “Are you done with your act? Buzz off then.”

There was no one around then—why was she putting up a show?

Looking up at the surveillance cameras placed throughout the carpark, Ji Jianing bit her lip, tears glimmering in her eyes. “Why are you being so heartless, Sis? Don’t you know that I’ve missed you so much for the last four years? Mommy and Daddy know better now—they’ve been waiting every day for you to return, so come home with me…”

She began pulling Ji Weixi to her car even as she spoke.

The headlights of a Ferrari parked nearby flashed as she pressed on her car key.

There was utter enjoyment in Ji Jianing’s eyes.

So what if Ji Weixi looked or dressed better? Did she even hold a candle to her?

She was now an actress, and would soon marry Li Shaoling to become a young mistress of the Li family.

With the power that that family held, what would Ji Weixi be, compared to her?

“Don’t touch me!”

Ji Weixi shoved her off without sparing her any face. “Just stay away from me, okay?”

After all, was she incapable of telling that Ji Jianing was deliberately showing off?

And what does her Ferrari have anything to do with her? Peacock.

However, when she freed herself, Ji Jianing lost her balance and fell on her knees, and her tears swiftly flowed while staring at the cameras.

‘Curse you, Ji Weixi. Just you wait, Li Shaoling will teach you a lesson when he sees that footage!’

There was no one who did not know Li Shaoling’s methods. When he was at his cruel best, he would lay his hand on anyone, even women.

Meanwhile, Ji Weixi had left, with her car speeding so rapidly that it kicked up a cloud of dust that landed all over Ji Jianing.

Her skirt was left in a mess and her vision a blur.

“Damn you, Ji Weixi!” Ji Jianing seethed, even as she ran the numbers on how she could earn sympathy points from Li Shaoling.