Chapter 50: Does Your Hand Hurt from Slapping?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Blankly, Ji Weixi raised her right hand.

She had slapped Ji Jianing so powerfully that her palm was red, leaving her pained and itching.

There was heartache in Li Shaoling’s eyes. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“…Huh?”

Li Shaoling’s gaze was searing with a trace of overwhelming affection. “Should I blow it for you?”

…Had he lost his mind?

Ji Weixi almost refused by reflex as Li Shaoling began to lower his head, but quickly smiled blissfully when she caught Ji Jianing’s murderous glare in the corner of her eye.

“Yeah!” She nodded and pouted. “It’s like her face is metal… it hurts so much…”

She was going to annoy Ji Jianing to death! Oh, yeah!

Li Shaoling paused then. Before this, Ji Weixi would be acting like a wild kitten baring her claws to scratch her victim, but suddenly she was acting girly instead.

That was the first time he saw her she acting spoiled. Her small, pink, and puckered lips resembled something ripe for the plucking.

His stomach tightened, the impulse to trample all over her rising within him.

However, he expected that she would walk all over him instead. And she did threaten before to end his manhood…

Instead, he smiled and gently tap her hooked nose. “Be nice. Leave that to me next time.”

His curving brow and eyes stirred gentle waves in her heart, while his thin lips arced beautiful like a cresent moon over the night sky.

Ji Weixi was caught in his charms once more.

That part of her heart which had ceased beating for love was brought back to life!

Meanwhile, Ji Jianing almost died from not breathing. Her mouth hung open while her entire face was full of envy and disbelief.

She wanted him to help her get even, not be thrown into the muck!

“Shaoling…” She sobbed, her tears flowing freely.

She was unaware that Li Shaoling was most irritated by crying women.

On the other hand, Ji Weixi simply said, “I’ll take my leave.”

She had great timing and clearly sensed that Li Shaoling was about to get down to business.

Li Shaoling watched her leave until she was gone out of sight. There was a softness in his gaze one second, and iciness the next.

Even his voice was sub-zero.

“Come with me.”

***

In the reception room, Ji Jianing was about to throw herself in the seat beside Li Shaoling, but his cold glare startled her and left her scuttling to the opposite seat.

“Shaoling, why have you asked for me?”

Her posture, with her legs tightly closed, her hands tugging at the hem of her own skirt and biting her own lips in anticipation was not a force any man could resist.

But Li Shaoling did not even glance at her.

“I gave you a chance, Ji Jianing.”

“Shaoling… What did I do? I’ve done nothing!”

“How do you think an artist who can’t perform would end up?” Li Shaoling smiled so coldly, that her heart thumped loudly.

“Shaoling, are you going to smother my career?”

“Not quite.”

Ji Jianing breathed a sigh in relief, but Li Shaoling grinned vaguely. “I’m just the kind of person who likes to give others a taste of their own medicine.”

Ji Jianing did not seem to catch the hint, and began to cry again. “Shaoling, what have I done wrong? I really did not do anything, so please don’t treat me like this, okay? Couldn’t our relationship withstand a mere someone like Ji Weixi?”

Li Shaoling furrowed his brow. “Who is this person who has feelings for you?”

Believing that her one-sided love was reciprocated… was she not fantasizing a little too much?

“I don’t believe you. You wouldn’t have agreed to marry me if you didn’t have feelings for me!”

It appeared that Ji Jianing had quite the stubborn streak. Li Shaoling found it repulsive to remain in the same room with her, and even questioned how he could stand her existence before.

He swiftly stood up, turned and left without a moment of pause.

“Shaoling!”

Ji Jianing tried to give chase, but was stopped by Jiang Cong.

He paused for a moment, before coldly saying, “Just a reminder: It’s in your best interest to not provoke President Li’s woman.”

President Li’s… woman?

She was his woman once too!

“Are you talking about Ji Weixi?” Ji Jianing gritted her teeth while clenching on her own skirt.

Jiang Cong did not answer her question. “All you have to know is that President Li has prepared a great gift for you tomorrow, and you should watch yourself.”

Ji Jianing felt as wretched as being humped by a dog at Jiang Cong’s words.

When she was still Li Shaoling’s fiancée, Jiang Cong was as obedient as a husky. Now that she was not, he was an utter snob.

Unacceptable!

Ji Jianing glared at him. “You don’t have the right to speak to me like that!

Where did he even rank? He was no more than a wage slave. What was he being smug about?

Jiang Cong lowered his head impassively. “Certainly, I don’t have the right to speak in this manner with the great Miss Ji.”

Ji Jianing instantly regained some composure at those words, with her expression softening as well.

However, Jiang Cong added, “However, that is what President Li has instructed me to say. You should take it up with him if you’re upset.”

That tone… so lowly and in need of a beating.

Ji Jianing felt as if her chest was about to explode in unvented indignation.