Chapter 72: Ji Jianing Commits Suicide, And They Are Going To Watch
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“What if something happened? You are so unreliable, Li Shaoling!”
He pouted helplessly as he watched Ji Weixi carry the little one into his bedroom, and went to take a shower.
The boy was being very fussy as well, asking to play games right after having a yogurt.
Ji Weixi simply stayed aside and watched, not quite understanding the game.
Soon, she was enveloped within the faint cool fragrance of soap.
She shifted restlessly, but Li Shaoling commanded, “Lights off, son. Time to sleep.”
The little one quickly put down his phone and got off the bed. “Alright!”
With the lights turned off, the little one covered himself in a blanket and settled on the pillow. Even breaths could soon be heard.
That was when she felt him, and a certain part of his body was awakening.
“Let me go, Li Shaoling!” Ji Weixi squealed quietly in embarrassment.
He simply kept his arms around her, adjusting his breathing as he replied hoarsely, “Don’t move.”
JI Weixi bit her lip, but stiffened her body and stopped moving. His scorching breathing was washing over her neck, making it itchy.
She was not feeling sleepy at all, and she could feel his firm heartbeats on her back.
Suddenly, there was a curious feeling welling upon her heart, prompting faint strands of aching.
She pressed her hand over her heart.
What was that?
She never felt that mysterious pain before.
Turning by reflex, the tip of her nose brushed over his chest.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down.
Be that as it may, Li Shaoling suffered the most—she was in her arms, and yet he could neither touch nor kiss her.
It was the second time Ji Weixi slept in his arms. She had always been alone, coaxing her child to sleep, and yet afraid of sleeping too soundly that she wouldn’t know if her little one calls for her.
She suddenly felt that having someone to lean on was fine too.
Ji Weixi’s eyelids grew heavy.
But just as she was about to doze off, a voice suddenly spoke over her head.
“When will we register our marriage?”
Ji Weixi shuddered in the surprise and retorted indignantly, “We’re not getting married!”
Li Shaoling’s hold tightened, his arms restraining her. “Why?”
“You didn’t propose.” She quickly came up with an excuse.
Li Shaoling released her, held her shoulders and looked at her seriously as he said in a deep voice, “Marry me, Ji Weixi.”
She was speechless.
Had there been any other man who proposed as he lay beside the woman in the middle of the night, neither presenting a diamond ring nor flowers?
Certainly not.
Ji Weixi could swear that Li Shaoling was the weirdest man she had ever met.
She took a deep breath. “Sleep first.”
Just as she was about to turn away, her shoulder was pinched and Li Shaoling snuggled up to her with a stony face, appearing menacing. “You’re not marrying me?”
Her mouth twitched. “What do you think.”
“Fine. On the day you marry some other man, I will kill him and make you a widow.”
Killing intent exuded from his eyes, just like a bullied child swearing revenge.
Ji Weixi was about to say something but caught herself, and forced herself to close her eyes. “Alright, I lost. I’m a widow.”
Li Shaoling watched her quiet face, his anger not quite quelling.
He felt a rising unsettling sensation too.
After all, she was his.
And if she said that she is a widow, wasn’t she cursing him?
Just as he was about to punish her, he could hear her even breathing and his heart softened.
Whatever. As long as she’s happy.
***
One in the morning.
Ji Weixi was woken up by her ringing phone.
Irritated, she tried to slip away from Li Shaoling’s arms, but he simply covered her ears by reflex.
Meanwhile, the phone kept ringing repeatedly, as if hinting at something urgent.
Ji Weixi abruptly sat up and picked up the phone.
“Oh Weixi! Come quick, Jianing tried to kill herself!” Ji Xiangdong was crying from the other end of the call.
“Why call me if she’s killing herself?” Ji Weixi said coldly.
“She kept saying your name! She wanted to see you so much…” Ji Xiangdong’s tone was accusing. “Why do you always talk like that, child? Because of you, Jianing’s marriage and career are ruined, but she kept saying your name. What a kind child she is! And you’re still asking why…”
Ji Weixi was laughing coldly inside.
Ji Jianing was saying her name must be because she hated her so much she could die.
“Got it.” Ji Weixi hung up.
Li Shaoling sat up as well, and asked with a sunken face, “Who is it?”
Ji Weixi watched him before answering, “Ji Jianing tried to kill herself.”
Li Shaoling grunted, and then asked, “Is she dead yet?”
Ji Weixi was speechless.