Mister Li, the Heart Bandit Chapter 42 - You’ve Come, Little Brother

Chapter 42: You’ve Come, Little Brother

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Fine!” Old Madam Li was actually laughing in frustration! “Very well!”
As she had imagined, all the men of the Li family were romantics.
“Get out! I can’t stand your face right now!” She yelled, turning away from her grandson.
When the door was closed, Old Madam Li clutched her own chest while her aged eyes narrowed dangerously.
***
Ji Jianing was waiting agitatedly downstairs, and was about to go crazy with the hot and humid weather.
She really wanted to know what they were talking about upstairs.
That was when Li Shaoling came downstairs leisurely.
“Shaoling!” Ji Jianing’s eyes brightened and she leaped towards him.
However, even before she could reach him, her narrow neck was abruptly caught by a strong, huge hand.
“Shao… Ling…” Ji Jianing’s face flushed red in suffocation.
Li Shaoling withdrew his hand, his eyes were cold and without a trace of warmth. “You know what will happen if I find out that you were trying anything.”
Ji Jianing stared at him in horror as if he was a demon devoid of human emotion.
She had never seen him behaving like this.
It must be Ji Weixi’s doing.
Nonetheless, Li Shaoling tightened his grip when she did not answer. Her sight almost fading, she quickly nodded, barely wheezing the words, “You… can be at ease…”
Her neck was freed with those words, and she fell raggedly on the floor where she wretchedly inhaled.
She lay sprawled, feebly watching as Li Shaoling’s huge frame left through the door.
Her eyes hurt as he moved into the light, cutting a solitary and unapproachable figure. Her tears began to fall as she dug her fingers into the floor, her hatred for Ji Weixi growing exponentially.
How did she turn Li Shaoling so protective over her?
***
Old Madam Li was nodding off when Wilson knocked on her door.
She opened her eyes. “Has Shaoling left?”
Wilson nodded. “Old Madam,” he began, “I believe what you are doing…”
“What I’m doing?” She snapped coldly. “Everything I’ve done is for his sake! Li Shaoling would not be Li Shaoling without me! That cheek of his… He’s turned against me over Ji Weixi! He really has been given too much freedom!”
“The Young Master would thank you if he regains his memories,” Wilson quickly said.
Old Madam Li closed her eyes at that. “No, He must never regain his memories. It is too painful for him… the child must be brought under our wing, but her? She must never be with him—I’ll never agree to it even I die!”
Wilson simply smiled. “But, Old Madam, don’t you think fate is a curious thing? You have done your best to stop it, but they still managed to connect, with Miss Ji giving Young Master a child. It appears that sometimes, there are things that no one could prevent.”
Old Madam Li sighed. “Shaoling’s suffered too much. I thought the amnesia was a blessing for him, but now…”
“Fortune’s a cruel mistress,” she finished, shaking her head.
***
Li Shaoling’s headaches relapsed when he left the Li family residence.
His brow frowned into a single line as he held his head lightly, his breathing becoming ragged as his thin lips tightened.
Slightly worried, Jiang Cong turned the steering wheel. “Boss, I’ll take you to Doctor Jiang.”
Soon, they arrived in a high-class private hospital inside the urban area of River Town.
By then, Li Shaoling’s headaches had become splitting, with walking actually becoming strenuous and had to be essentially carried by Jiang Cong.
Exhausted, Jiang Cong heaved as he opened the door. “Hurry up. Boss is having his headaches again.”
In the office painted white and blue, a man with gentle brows and a pair of gold-framed glasses was sitting in front of his redwood desk and staring at a monitor, his long fingers tapping on the keyboard. His large white coat was reflecting the sun’s glare, accentuating an indescribably his delicate features.
His nametag, which flapped in the wind from time-to time, reads: Jiang Yigu, Dean of Neurosurgery.
When he heard the sound of the door opening, he rolled his office chair towards them. “Yo. So you’ve come, little brother.”