Chapter 118: Qixi Special Chapter (Part Two)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Considerably annoyed, Ji Weixi turned around and ignored his presence.

Li Shaoling, however, put down the phone and snuggled up to her. “Angry?”

She closed her eyes, breathing evenly and pretended to be asleep.

“I was wrong. Don’t be angry, it’s bad for your health.”

Ji Weixi smirked inwardly.

‘Heh. Quick to admit a mistake, aren’t we?’

Still, with a high and mighty man like Li Shaoling, each confession prompted the sense that ‘I may admit my mistake, but I would still do it next time’.

Moreover, she was a diehard fan of Jiang Duhuan. For him to force her to leave his server, unforgivable!

Meanwhile, Li Shaoling was sweet-talking her when she kept ignoring him. “Weixi, I was wrong. I would do anything, please forgive me?”

She promptly opened her eyes. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Alright!” Ji Weixi’s eyes brightened and she pointed on the floor. “Fifty push-ups.”

Li Shaoling quickly agreed, but he did not move for a long time.

Ji Weixi’s voice turned cold then in full grief. “Li Shaoling, you liar! I don’t care about you anymore!”

That was when he suddenly got up and held both hands at her sides.

Frightened, Ji Weixi held herself. “Wh-what are you doing?”

He smiled wickedly. “Push-ups, of course.”

With that, his arm arched and he began his punishment.

Ji Weixi lay flat as he continued to do one push-up after another.

His face was close one moment and distant in the next, leaving Ji Weixi’s face getting redder by the moment.

Handsome boys are so awesome!

Then, his eyes full of pampering love, he lowered his head and gave her a kiss, leaving her blushing a crimson.

He repeated that with every subsequent push-up.

Eventually, unable to resist their urges, man and woman rolled into one before fifty-push-ups were completed…

—Countless words omitted here—

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Three hours later.

A dazed Ji Weixi was being held up by Li Shaoling before he picked her up and put her into the car.

She then leaned on him lazily and stared at the lights outside.

“Where are you taking me?” She asked.

Li Shaoling tousled her hair. “You’ll know soon enough.”

She fell into his arms and toyed with his long fingers out of boredom.

Those fingers looked so nice—she had the urge to chop them off and preserve them.

She sighed then. Having lived too long with a pervert, she had become one too.

The car then stopped, and Jiang Cong cleared his throat. “Boss, Sister-in-law, we’ve arrived. Have a good time.”

He especially chewed on the word ‘good time.”

Ji Weixi shyly buried her face in Li Shaoling’s chest. After casting her a loving glance, he turned to Jiang Cong and clicked his tongue. “Poor, poor lonely soul.”

“…Can I resign?” Jiang Cong asked.

“No.” Li Shaoling said with a tone that allowed no protest. “I like tormenting you.”

Jiang Cong left with a long face.

Another day of envying.

Later, Li Shaoling led Ji Weixi to a porcelain-white barge.

Boom—

Abruptly, the dark skies were aflame with dazzling fireworks.

Each of those massive explosions resembled petals of colorful flowers, blossoming rapidly and wilting soon after.

On the LED screen of a tower beside the river, pixels of myriad colors formed the words: Ji Weixi, I love you.

Ji Weixi’s world was abruptly silent despite the noise right beside her ears.

She stared at the three words ‘I love you’, and blankly turned to the man beside her.

His face was tender beneath the light from the fireworks, his clear eyes as bright as obelisks.

She was reflected ever distinctly in his profound gaze of a thousand affections.

He presented her a rose which he kept hidden at his back then, and looked at her with eyes full of love. “Today is Qixi—the day the Weaver and the Cowherd meet and the sixteenth year I’ve loved you. I hope—be it in the next seventeen or twenty years, that you are the one beside me.”

“I loved you when I don’t understand love, and even after I had learned it. I live and breathe for you, for you are in my heart and my mind. You are my world…”

He suddenly paused and grinned, his dark and profound gaze looking watery. “That is why no one else is allowed to touch you. You are mine and mine only—in life and in death. I love you, and no one would replace you.”

Ji Weixi listened on, her eyes becoming red and her tears flowing freely.

She complained as she wiped them off. “You and your horrible possessiveness. Aren’t you afraid I’ll leave you?”

“I’m not afraid.” Li Shaoling replied with conviction. “We already have a son. Don’t even think about leaving me when we get another daughter.”

Once again, he was binding her with their child.

Annoyed, Ji Weixi punched him and burst into tears. “You always do that… You’re outrageous!”

Still, she sniffed and then hugged him, suddenly beaming. “But… I love you, I guess I like perverts after all.”

It was her own fault for being a masochist.

Her life was complete with a man who loved her so much.

However, Li Shaoling was left at a loss for the moment—even his eyes were blank.

“You there?” Ji Weixi asked, poking his face.

The man looks adorable even with that dumb look.

“Li Shao—Oooh…”

He had abruptly pulled her into his arms, enveloping her like a raging storm.

He knew that she loved his strength, and therefore would never leave him.

She understood that he loved her with his life, and would protect her until the very end.

Under the colors of the night, they held each other tightly, melting into it.

It was breezing from the river banks, the winds gently blew over the surface. Petals were falling over the barge, and as clothes were removed and belts undone, the long night of physical unions fluttered without ceasing.

A beautiful singing voice emanated some distance away from the barge, fitting everything down to a tee.

‘I’m willing to become the one in the fairy tale, the angel that you love.

‘I extend this pair of hands, and turn them into wings to protect you.

‘You must believe, believe that we would be like the fairy tale.

‘Where the ending comes with blessings and happiness!’