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  Nope. She could not afford to be serious with him, or she was going to be entrapped by his words.

  Ji Weixi hence started to make her way outside, but Li Shaoling caught her. “Where are you going?”


  “Jiang Cong’s house. I’ll bring my son home.”


  “He doesn’t want to go home.”


  “He must say it personally.” There was no way she would believe him.

  Li Shaoling briskly made the call, putting it on loudspeaker.

  It was the weekend—Jiang Cong sounded lazy and sleepy. “Boss…… what is it?”


  “Pass the phone to the brat.”


  “Okay, hold on……” There was a rustling sound from Jiang Cong’s end.

  “Young Master, your father the king is looking for you.”


  The little one yawned from the other end. “Your Majesty, why are you asking for me? Did Mommy bully you?”


  “.……Your Mommy is beside me. Tell her you don’t want to go home today.”


  Was he actually commanding their son so openly?

  Hello! She was right beside him— did he take her for deaf?!

  Ji Weixi glared at her angrily, but Li Shaoling stayed calm as if he saw nothing.

  “Oh…… Mommy, good morning.” The little one said while yawning. “The best thing in Uncle’s place here is not eating dogfood. It’s a rare free weekend, Mommy, so I won’t bother you and Daddy making sister. Love you.”


  Ji Weixi wanted to say more, but the little one quickly said sleepily, “Yawn~so sleepy…… Come fetch me at night, Mommy…… I’m going back to sleep. Mua~”


  Then, he hung up.

  He actually hung up……

  Ji Weixi shoved the phone on Li Shaoling’s chest, feeling a desire to tear him apart.

  “I find your face getting thicker, Li Shaoling.”


  He was just like a student who boldly copied someone else’s answers in an exam.

  Li Shaoling appeared quite proud, however. “What’s wrong with thick?”


  The main thing was to get the girl.

  Ji Weixi snorted then shot him a glare before ignoring him.

  On the car, Ji Weixi winced—she held her hip, the pain there was a little unbearable.

  “Hip hurts?” Li Shaoling put his warm palm on her narrow waist.

  His strokes were tender and itched a little, and Ji Weixi suddenly felt embarrassed. “You don’t have to massage me.”


  “Better?”


  “That…… it doesn’t get better with a massage.”


  Li Shaoling blanked out. “Then what?”


  He really understood nothing. Did she really have to explain that symptom?

  Biting her lower lip, she said vaguely, “That’s…… because I’m…… bleeding, that’s why…… my hip hurts. It’s physiological—it wouldn’t improve just by massaging.”


  Li Shaoling frowned. “Then how should the bleeding be stopped?”


  Everything would be alright if the bleeding stopped after all.

  Simple.

  “.……That can’t be controlled!” Why was his brain wired so bizarrely?

  Li Shaoling frowned even harder then—women were so troublesome.

  He looked it up on Baidu and got the general idea before starting the car.

  The car drove for a few moments before Li Shaoling left the car and told her to wait for a while.

  Minutes later, Ji Weixi found him returning with two bags of red dates and brown sugar.

  “Why did you buy those for?” Ji Weixi thought that he must have bought out the entire shop.

  “You should eat food that enriches the blood when you’re having your period. That’s what it says on Baidu.” Li Shaoling said flatly.

  Baidu again!

  Ji Weixi rolled her eyes. “Baidu said that I have lung cancer back when I was coughing. Do you believe that?”


  Li Shaoling’s eyes tightened as his face went white. “Why didn’t you tell me you have cancer 1?”


  “.……”


  “Let’s go. To the hospital.”


  “It’s not real!” Ji Weixi was helplessly annoyed. “Are you an idiot, Li Shaoling? What Baidu says might not be true.”


  He really believed everything.

  How did this silly sweet fool become president?

  “Don’t you know that eating food that enriches blood could cause further bleeding beyond the menstrual period?”


  Li Shaoling frowned even harder. “What?”


  That was the first time he had heard of it—his knowledge grows.

  “I’ll bleed profusely and die!”


  Li Shaoling promptly dumped what he bought into the trash can at the word ‘die’.

  Ji Weixi was speechless.

  So rich.

  Nonetheless, Li Shaoling was now a little helpless. “What do you want to eat?”


  Women were so hard to serve.

  “Some ginger water would be alright.”


  “Okay.” Li Shaoling gave her a pained kiss. “It’s been hard on you.”


  Ji Weixi was almost suffocating from annoyance just a moment ago, but the flowers in her heart bloomed right then.

  No integrity at all.

  Meanwhile, as her hip and tummy hurt even more, she leaned on the car window, almost dozing off.

  She then vaguely saw that the scenery outside the window was familiar.

  It was the old villa of the Li family.

  She promptly straightened herself, her spirit roused.

  She remembered Old Madam Li at the mere sight of the house, and was annoyed at the bottom of her heart.

  Li Shaoling undid her seatbelt. “Meeting my parents.”


  “Didn’t I do that already?”


  “Yeah.” Li Shaoling replied calmly. “But you haven’t met my father.”


  His intention to marry her was really unyielding.

  She had just met his grandmother a while ago, and now she would meet his father.

  That was when she suddenly remembered that he had never mentioned his own parents.

  Suddenly curious, she simply asked, “Is your mother here too?”


  She was very interested in knowing what woman gave birth to a man like Li Shaoling.

  He was quiet for a second in return, before he slowly raised his head. Both his eyes were dark and profound, and his voice was as quiet as still waters. “Dead.”


  He spoke very quietly, as if that question had nothing to do with him.

  Dead……?

  For some reason, Ji Weixi felt a pang of pain in her heart as if a numbing thorn had stabbed it.

  She blamed herself. “I’m sorry.”


  Li Shaoling smiled. “It’s fine. She wasn’t there since I was a child—I’m used to it.”


  Anyone else would have felt no longer apologetic at those words.

  But Ji Weixi was still feeling a strange heartache.

  How many dark days had gone by for him to speak of such past scars in immeasurable composure?

  Ji Weixi felt the pain as well, because her mother was gone when she was very young too.

  As she got out of the car, Li Shaoling led her by hand to the doors of the old residence.

  Old Madam Li had a swift recovery: she was seated on the sofa and having a happy conversation with two men.

  One of those men was middle-aged but no less imposing, and it was easy to tell that he had been handsome as a youth too.

  He was Li Nanhai, Li Shaoling’s biological father.

  The other man was in a wheelchair, and looked around Li Shaoling’s age.

  His face was abnormally white. Unlike Su Yang who was sickly pale, his skin was an icy white as if he had grown up without seeing light.

  Most unusually, his lips are red and moist, a combination that made him resemble a vampire.

  His facial features were exquisite and he was handsome too, although his brows and eyes had a wildness inherent of men, exuding incredible threat.

  He was Li Shaogan, Li Shaoling’s younger brother who was usually overseas throughout the year and the only male descendant of the direct line.

  He had a fall at eighteen while hiking a mountain, his legs hence losing all sense of touch and becoming confined to a wheelchair, remaining a cripple until present day.