Li Shaoling had sent the little one to Tian Miaomiao's home the night before.

The little one protested at first, but he changed his mind when Li Shaoling a.s.sured him that his sister would arrive in the process, and hence picked up a box of his toys and happily went to Tian Miaomiao.

The thick curtains could no longer block out the morning light, with blinding rays slipping through the seams.

Ji Weixi had slept late on the night before—it was already ten in the morning. Rubbing her eyes, she tossed around, her body sore all around.

That d.a.m.ned man!

In that moment, an arm gathered her but Ji Weixi kept both hands on his chest, her voice at once drowsy and lazy, "You're so annoying!"

"Feeling uncomfortable? Good girl, I'll give you a ma.s.sage."

With his black hair in a mess, Li Shaoling resembled a fox on the hunt.

And Ji Weixi did not expect that his 'ma.s.sage' was not really a ma.s.sage…

***

Three hours later.

It was already past noon.

Hungry and tired, Ji Weixi continued sleeping after Li Shaoling helped her bathe.

"Get up."

Li Shaoling gave her a tender slap; he sounded as if he was satiated.

Ji Weixi grunted a few times but remained reluctant to move, and so Li Shaoling voice turned tender. "Good girl, get up. It's time to eat."

She promptly opened her eyes wide to find the man looking breezy, and she abruptly exploded in rage. "I'll eat you up!"

"…You don't need to be that bloodthirsty."

"b.a.s.t.a.r.d!"

Ji Weixi sat up and started hitting him in irritation, but Li Shaoling caught her small hands and pulled her into his arms with a smile. "Still sore?"

"Nonsense!"

"Uh-hu. I was wrong then."

That apology did not sound repentant at all. Ji Weixi pushed him off, kicking her fair servant into the floorboards.

Fl.u.s.tered and a.s.suming that she was angry, Li Shaoling held her from behind. "Don't be angry, okay? I was wrong; I won't do that to you again."

Ji Weixi blushed. "Let go, I'm going to the toilet."

However, her leg went soft with the next step and she fell to the floor too.

Feeling pain in his chest, Li Shaoling picked her up and put her on the bed, checking her for injuries. "Let me have a look. Did that hurt?"

"It's your fault!" Ji Weixi pouted, becoming more aggrieved the more she thought about it.

Soon, her tears were dropping like a broken string of pearls.

"Don't cry, okay?" Li Shaoling was now completely panicking as she cried, but he cleaned her small face despite his bewilderment. "Good girl, don't cry, I won't bully you ever again."

Ji Weixi hit him as she cried. "It's your fault! I can't even walk now!"

Her nose was red and she had circles around her now-watery eyes, and she looked just like a wounded deer.

He knew that she was as tender as she appeared outwardly strong, a little girl more delicate than everyone else.

Li Shaoling kept his arms tightly around her and gently coaxed, "I won't do that ever again. Forgive me, alright? And I'll carry you if you can't walk, okay?"

Ji Weixi vengefully rubbed her tears on him—only then did she nod.

After he carried her to the toilet and helped her washed up, he put his s.h.i.+rt over her and carried her downstairs.

Ji Weixi sat on his lap and enjoyed him feeding her.

She must be hungry too—the bowl of porridge was soon finished.

Then, after a sip of milk, she said, "I'm still hungry."

Li Shaoling himself was a little red when he saw a drop of milk lingering at the corner of her lips, gulping as he averted his eyes.

It was so discreetly seductive. He must stay calm—he shouldn't torment her any longer, or she would really get angry.

When that happens, she would give him the cold shoulder.

After eating, the pair returned upstairs beneath their sheets and played with their phones.

Li Shaoling was hugging her from her back, his scalding palm rubbing her belly.

"Why do you keep touching me there?" Ji Weixi could not help but ask.

"I'm thinking that there should be a Weixi Junior now after I've worked so hard." Li Shaoling looked serious.

"Tsk." Ji Weixi was red-faced, but she decided to shatter his fantasy. "Stop dreaming."

A little disappointed, Li Shaoling pinched her cheek. "It's alright. I'll keep working hard if that wasn't successful."

She wouldn't be the one getting tired anyway.

Ji Weixi ignored him and kept her eyes on her phone self-indulgently.

Li Shaoling frowned when he saw that her screen was a page full of tightly-packed Chinese characters. "What are you reading?"

"Novel."

"What novel?"

"Romance."

Li Shaoling was upset. "Don't read those things."

After all, why not look at him more if she had the time?

Be that as it may, Ji Weixi flipped around and started bragging, "I say, this novel [Mister Li, the Heart Bandit] is such a good read. You should learn a thing or two from the protagonist—he's so nice to the female protagonist, spoiling her and teasing her… And then there's you!"

Li Shaoling glowered. "Ji Weixi, are you comparing me to a one-dimensional character?"

d.a.m.ned woman!

"I'm just saying…" Ji Weixi said gingerly. "Moreover, the protagonist shares your last name…"

However, Li Shaoling was further enraged, and his voice grew sinister. "What rotten t.i.tle for a book is that? That protagonist doesn't deserve that last name. And you are not allowed to keep reading! I'll break your legs if you do!

"Okay…"

"Who's the author?" He really wanted to know who wrote that stuff!

"Jiang Duhuan," Ji Weixi replied.

Fantastic.

Li Shaoling sneered. "He's got no future now."

"You're being cruel, Li Shaoling." Ji Weixi retorted.

He responded by holding her chin. "No novels from now on. You are only allowed to look at me—got it?"

Inwardly, Ji Weixi wanted badly to exhume all his ancestors, but she nodded tamely. "Got it."

Li Shaoling then s.n.a.t.c.hed away her phone, and deleted [Mister Li, the Heart Bandit] from her library!

That was when notification after notification popped up on a window.

He clicked and entered to find himself in a chat group called [Happy Gramps Harem 3000 (group 1)], server code: 763134255.

And then another, [Happy Gramps Harem 3000 (group 2)], server code: 473063005.

The reader circles were chatting away merrily in the two groups, leaving Li Shaoling utterly exasperated. "This author is so shameless!"

Harem 3000, even?!

And his wife was in it too.

Leave server!

Ji Weixi was his and his only. No one can take her from him!

This author has no future!

None!

***

Translator's note:

1. The Qixi Festival is held on the seventh day of the seventh month in the Chinese calendar annually, celebrating the romantic legend of two lovers, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl when they meet once every year.