Chapter 78: You Are A Married Woman
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ji Weixi had just returned to her office when Tian Miaomiao lowered her phone.
“Xixi, President Li was asking for you.”
“What for?”
“Of course…” Tian Miaomiao giggled indecently, “for that kind of stuff.”
Ji Weixi rolled her eyes. “Do you think everyone is a mango woman like you?”
Yellow on the outside, and even yellower inside. 1
Tian Miaomiao arched her brows proudly. “That’s why I have to find me a mango man.”
Ji Weixi shook her head.
There’s no saving this one.
***
Ji Weixi entered after knocking on the door to Li Shaoling’s office.
She found her little one on the carpet, a Detective Conan figure in hand and mumbling seriously, “There’s only one truth!
“Hehe, who am I?
“Conan, famous detective!”
Asking a question and answering it himself…
Such an actor.
“Baby, you’re not watching Ultraman anymore?” Ji Weixi went to him, dropping to a crouch.
The little one shook his head and pouted. “Mommy, I think Conan is better. Someone dies every episode, so exciting!”
Ji Weixi’s mouth twitched. “Exciting? You like it?”
‘Look, who talks like that?’
The little one nodded, but soon shook his head after some thought. “Hmmm, that’s not important… I’m hoping that Ran would recognize Conan.”
“Let me give you a piece of advice,” Ji Weixi replied, “Just give up. She still can’t recognize him after more than nine hundred episodes.”
The little one was speechless.
His mother wasn’t wrong, but was it so hard to digest?
Ji Weixi looked around and saw that her little one’s toys were cluttered throughout Li Shaoling’s office, leaving it in a mess. Only the desk was tidily arranged with doc.u.ments.
Li Shaoling’s long, thin and white fingers were hammering away on the keyboard.
His look when he was working seriously, his expression as he did not so much as glance askew added to his sternness.
He seemed to have not noticed her arrival.
Ji Weixi walked to his desk and knocked on it.
Li Shaoling paused his typing and looked up, his pupils reflecting the professional smile of a woman. “President Li, did you ask for me?”
“Tian Miaomiao told me you met a client.” He leaned back into his chair; speaking in a flat tone.
Ji Weixi nodded. “Yes.”
“Gender.”
“…Male.”
Could he have asked her here just to ask about that? Ji Weixi thought then.
Meanwhile, Li Shaoling’s face darkened one he heard that it was a man. “Don’t tell me… Mo Nanfeng?”
“…Why would you ask if you knew already?”
“You’re a married woman, stay away from men.” Li Shaoling demanded coldly.
“I’m not married; I’m single,” Ji Weixi muttered softly.
Li Shaoling’s face darkened even more. “Care to repeat that?”
If she was single, what was he?
Dead?
“But I am single,” Ji Weixi retorted. “We have a son, but aside from that we are just boss and employee.”
Li Shaoling smiled. “Then you’re quite the capable one, sleeping with your boss.”
Ji Weixi’s face went red. “You’re the one sleeping with me.”
Li Shaoling stood up and forced her to a corner, held her chin and smiled alluringly. “What should I do? I want to make you a married woman.”
Beneath his eyelids were streams of stars that no brow could conceal—a fatal tenderness.
Ji Weixi’s heart was thumping wildly and she turned away. “I don’t want to.”
“It’s fine as long as I want that.”
His gaze was overwhelmingly searing that Ji Weixi felt breathless.
She shoved him. “You… get off!”
However, Li Shaoling pulled her into his arms, cooing gently, “Good girl, here’s a little hug.”