Mister Li, the Heart Bandit Chapter 31 - You Must Take Responsibility For Me

Chapter 31: You Must Take Responsibility For Me

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Cough—”
Ji Weixi almost choked on her own spit.
Today was not April’s Fools, was it? Did his brain go haywire?
“Woah, Daddy, do your best! Make me a sister to play with!” Ji Jiayu was applauding with sparkling eyes. “After four years apart, you two should have some Netflix and chill in the bedroom!”
Ji Weixi was at once angry and bashful. “Where did you learn that?”
How did he get to know all those things at his age?!
Netflix and chill…
Did he even understand what he’s saying!
“Hmmm…” The tot’s eyes then shifted intelligently as he turned to Li Shaoling. “Daddy, do your best! Give me a sister!”
“Okay.” Li Shaoling agreed.
He had actually said yes!
Ji Weixi’s cheeks were burning. “Ji Jiayu!”
“Hmm… so sleepy…” The little one quickly yawned and tugged Jiang Cong. “Take me to bed, hurry up.”
Then, before he left, he gave Li Shaoling two thumbs-up. “Give it your all, Daddy! My sister depends on you! Break a leg!”
“Okay.” Li Shaoling agreed again.
After Jiang Cong took the child upstairs, only the two of them were left in the vast living room.
Li Shaoling then moved to sit right beside Ji Weixi, who shifted away without a word.
That did not deter him, and he simply moved closer to her again.
That process repeated. Ji Weixi kept her eyes on the floor as she shifted, but was finally seized by Li Shaoling and pulled into his embrace.
“You…” Her eyes jerked up, only to be caught in those deep, dark eyes of his.
“Let’s talk.” Li Shaoling’s voice was low and melodious. No one could refuse those words.
Her rage calmed mysteriously too.
“Give up if you’re going to talk custody.”
“It’s not about that.”
“What, then?”
Ji Weixi had always been impatient, and she was almost driven crazy with Li Shaoling, who could go half a day without saying a word.
‘Boss, please say what you have to say. Don’t be like that.’
“We’ll talk about…” Even as he spoke, Li Shaoling was inching closer to her, his hands placed on each of her flanks in declaration of possession.
Those eyes of his were fathomless.
“About you and I, and that moment four years ago.”
Ji Weixi felt her breath getting caught. As she gazed at the handsome face inches away, her memories promptly flashed back to four years ago.
She remembered nothing of that indulgence and euphoria, although she would occasionally dream moments of it—but it would be so vivid she could not differentiate dream or reality.
That being said, certain things were especially distinct, such as the man’s unique hormonic scent, his splattering sweat, and his thick, intoxicating heavy breaths…
Ji Weixi’s cheeks started to boil, but she turned away and said nothing. “Nothing worth talking about. We’re all adults.”
However, that sounded to him like she did not care at all about their affair, that he did not have to take charge for it.
He lifted her chin. His very breath was becoming chilly as a storm stirred over his face.
“Ji Weixi. No matter how confused you are before, you are mine now and a mother at that. Know your place.”
“Hah!”
Finding his assertion insulting, Ji Weixi shot back at once. “You’re no better if you jump into bed with a woman like me, then. You’re a dad now, repent!”
And if you do, would you need a confession booth with that too?
Li Shaoling’s eyes turned crimson at those words. “We already did it. How could I repent?”
The sinister look on his face was exuding an inviolable possessiveness, as if he would skin and disembowel anything that so much as touched his possession.
“… What?” Ji Weixi could not understand.
Li Shaoling suddenly pressed her into his embrace. His eyes would not have flinched in a storm and ever serious as he spoke, each word carrying enormous weight.
“You must take responsibility for me.”