Ji Weixi thought things through, but eventually texted Li Shaoling: I am going home. Take care of the kid!
…Did that sound a little too fierce? As she thought more about it, she erased it—there was no telling whether he would get angry and simply dump her son on the streets.
She retyped: I’m off. My son is in your care.
Click, send.
Then, just as both herself and Tian Miaomiao reached the carpark, they heard an angry shout nearby.
“Stop right there!”
Several well-rounded men were dashing towards them, batons in hand.
Another figure flashed before Ji Weixi’s eyes then, deftly and swiftly slipping beneath her car.
The other men were sweating buckets in their pursuit, but were unable to find their target.
“Hey,” one of them asked fiercely, “did you see a man run past here?”
Tian Miaomiao promptly hid behind Ji Weixi in fear, even tugging at her clothes while her cover shook her head by instinct.
“Big Bro, that brat wouldn’t have gone far!”
The man in the lead nodded. “Let’s go!”
When those men were out of sight, the man beneath the car crawled out and flashed a smile without really looking at her. “Thanks!”
Just as Ji Weixi was about to say ‘you’re welcome’, she froze when she saw his face.
‘Mo Nanfeng, as I live and breathe???’
Mo Nanfeng was also taken aback when he realized it was her, before studying her from head to toe.
She… was much more of a woman than four years ago.
Her body had certainly fleshed out—it was a form that would stir the wildest desires in men.
On the other hand, Mo Nanfeng himself was no longer his noble, good-looking and exuberant self from four years go.
His hair was a mess, whereas his clothes were dabbed with motor oil after his trip underneath the car—there was even a hole on his sleeve that left his skin beneath visible.
That gentle face Ji Weixi remembered was tanned and no longer as white as it was.
It was quite a stretch, but her man-god had become a loser.
Mo Nanfeng smiled awkwardly, having not expected to meet her like this. “Weixi… long time no see.”
However, Ji Weixi remained impassive and simply turned and got in her car.
“Weixi!” Mo Nanfeng panicked, and quickly tried to stop her. “Weixi… are you… Actually, I wanted to ask… have you been well these last four years?”
In that moment, the pain from his slap from four years ago struck vividly once again.
Nonetheless, her lips curled into a cold smile. “Before you ask, Mister Mo, please look at your own kind self.”
She has been well and never needed anyone else’s concern, not to mention that he should be worrying about himself as he was.
Mo Nanfeng could hardly take in her icy response, and looked wounded as if an old scar was torn open. “Weixi, I know you hate me, but what happened before happened in the heat of the moment. I really didn’t do that on purpose… I’ve regretted it for so long after you’ve gone, I…”
Growing more emotional by his own words, he approached Ji Weixi, took her hand an put it on his face. “Hit me, Weixi! As long as it relieves your grief, as long as you would forgive me, I would endure any number of slaps!”
His eyes were welling with affection and a hint of wretchedness that would stay anyone’s hand.
Ji Weixi stayed quiet for a while before smiling calmly. “I don’t want to hit anyone.”
That wretchedness in Mo Nanfeng faded and was replaced with delight.
He knew that she was still ever so kind and forgiving.
However, that delight lasted mere seconds—the winds rustled sharply beside his ear, and with a heavy slapping sound, he felt a sharp fiery pain on his face and his head went sideways from the hit.
Shaking her slightly aching palm, she grinned faintly. “But I would hit any subhuman.”
Ji Weixi thought things through, but eventually texted Li Shaoling: I am going home. Take care of the kid!
…Did that sound a little too fierce? As she thought more about it, she erased it—there was no telling whether he would get angry and simply dump her son on the streets.
She retyped: I’m off. My son is in your care.
Click, send.
Then, just as both herself and Tian Miaomiao reached the carpark, they heard an angry shout nearby.
“Stop right there!”
Several well-rounded men were dashing towards them, batons in hand.
Another figure flashed before Ji Weixi’s eyes then, deftly and swiftly slipping beneath her car.
The other men were sweating buckets in their pursuit, but were unable to find their target.
“Hey,” one of them asked fiercely, “did you see a man run past here?”
Tian Miaomiao promptly hid behind Ji Weixi in fear, even tugging at her clothes while her cover shook her head by instinct.
“Big Bro, that brat wouldn’t have gone far!”
The man in the lead nodded. “Let’s go!”
When those men were out of sight, the man beneath the car crawled out and flashed a smile without really looking at her. “Thanks!”
Just as Ji Weixi was about to say ‘you’re welcome’, she froze when she saw his face.
‘Mo Nanfeng, as I live and breathe???’
Mo Nanfeng was also taken aback when he realized it was her, before studying her from head to toe.
She… was much more of a woman than four years ago.
Her body had certainly fleshed out—it was a form that would stir the wildest desires in men.
On the other hand, Mo Nanfeng himself was no longer his noble, good-looking and exuberant self from four years go.
His hair was a mess, whereas his clothes were dabbed with motor oil after his trip underneath the car—there was even a hole on his sleeve that left his skin beneath visible.
That gentle face Ji Weixi remembered was tanned and no longer as white as it was.
It was quite a stretch, but her man-god had become a loser.
Mo Nanfeng smiled awkwardly, having not expected to meet her like this. “Weixi… long time no see.”
However, Ji Weixi remained impassive and simply turned and got in her car.
“Weixi!” Mo Nanfeng panicked, and quickly tried to stop her. “Weixi… are you… Actually, I wanted to ask… have you been well these last four years?”
In that moment, the pain from his slap from four years ago struck vividly once again.
Nonetheless, her lips curled into a cold smile. “Before you ask, Mister Mo, please look at your own kind self.”
She has been well and never needed anyone else’s concern, not to mention that he should be worrying about himself as he was.
Mo Nanfeng could hardly take in her icy response, and looked wounded as if an old scar was torn open. “Weixi, I know you hate me, but what happened before happened in the heat of the moment. I really didn’t do that on purpose… I’ve regretted it for so long after you’ve gone, I…”
Growing more emotional by his own words, he approached Ji Weixi, took her hand an put it on his face. “Hit me, Weixi! As long as it relieves your grief, as long as you would forgive me, I would endure any number of slaps!”
His eyes were welling with affection and a hint of wretchedness that would stay anyone’s hand.
Ji Weixi stayed quiet for a while before smiling calmly. “I don’t want to hit anyone.”
That wretchedness in Mo Nanfeng faded and was replaced with delight.
He knew that she was still ever so kind and forgiving.
However, that delight lasted mere seconds—the winds rustled sharply beside his ear, and with a heavy slapping sound, he felt a sharp fiery pain on his face and his head went sideways from the hit.
Shaking her slightly aching palm, she grinned faintly. “But I would hit any subhuman.”
