“Waaaaah—” The little one started to bawl when he saw his mother cry.

One adult and one child, one crying louder than the other.

Was this a competition for crying and wailing?

Li Shaoling closed his eyes, his temple throbbing as he rubbed between his brow.

“Stop crying!” He suddenly yelled.

Both the little one and Ji Weixi paused at the same time and looked up at him.

Their eyes were wet.

Li Shaoling glared at the little one with a strict face. “You are not allowed to cry!”

Then, he lowered his head and told Ji Weixi tenderly, “You can continue crying.”

“…Daddy, not fair!” The little one complained.

Be that as it may, Ji Weixi did not want to cry.

Then, as she rubbed away her years, she found that his shirt was totally soaked.

“I’m sorry,” she said nasally. “Your shirt is dirty.”

Li Shaoling was actually upset that she said sorry.

“I allowed you to dirty it. You don’t have to apologize.”

Not cool.

“Okay…” Ji Weixi’s eyes were bright red.

Li Shaoling helped her stand up. “Let’s go home.”

Ji Weixi gave a small grunt in agreement, but ran into Mo Nanfeng after just moving a few steps.

She had never seen him so indescribably miserable: his hair was a mess, his clothes were wrinkled and his eyes were red and swollen.

She could no longer describe him as the young master of a noble house.

It wouldn’t do justice to that description.

Be that as it may, he was quite pitiful, having lost both parents at such a young age and seeing his company go bankrupt.

It was extremely miserable.

“Weixi…” Tears were welling in Mo Nanfeng’s eyes again when he saw Ji Weixi as if he had found a savior.

He opened his mouth, but just as he was about to speak, he caught Li Shaoling’s intimidating stare and quickly swallowed his words. “You have to come… to my father’s funeral.”

Ji Weixi turned away and did not look at him. “I will.”

Then, after a pause, she added, “Mo Nanfeng, I hope you can act like a human from now on.”

Mo Nanfeng stared blankly for a second, but Ji Weixi had already left.

Just as he was about to go to her and say something else, Li Shaoling seized his collar, glowering.

His voice was cold and his words to the point, “You can’t afford to touch my woman.”

Chapter 92: President Li, Stop Fooling Around

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

If he touched her, he would pay the most painful price.

Mo Nanfeng shook in fright. His eyes tightened and he quickly nodded, gulping.

Back home, Ji Weixi settled into the sofa, curling into a ball and stared blankly into the air.

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