Chapter 91: I’m Here Now

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‘Why does she like to cry so much? She is already a mother!’

The fact was that Ji Weixi herself did not want to cry either, but she somehow could not stop her tears when Li Shaoling was around.

It was just that she has an unreasonable, uncontrollable feeling under his protection.

Sniffing, she carried the fruits to the counter and paid up before leaving the fruit shop.

All of a sudden, her ice-cold hand was held beneath a warm palm. Taken aback, she slowly looked up.

The man’s handsome face appeared kinder in her gaze.

His quiet, dark eyes held a tenderness.

He had even said that he wanted to kill someone whenever she cries…

Was she that important to him?

The little one watched as his parents linked hands and had ignored him for quite some time, finding himself quite upset at that.

“Daddy, I want to hold hands too!” He pranced forward, trying to take Li Shaoling’s hand.

However, he was too tall—it looked quite tiring with the little one’s short limbs too.

A little annoyed, Li Shaoling picked him up, and the little one giggled happily.

Li Shaoling was certainly indignant then.

Sons were an excess!

As he had thought, little princesses are cuter and loveable.

***

In the hospital.

The scent of antibiotics would leave anyone feeling an earnest irritation.

There was a deathly silence in the corridor towards Mo Bin’s ward, and the quieter it was, the more uncomfortable Ji Weixi felt.

Her right eyelid was twitching—a premonition of something foreboding.

Thud—

There were echoes whenever shoes touched the ground.

The door to Mo Bin’s ward was open. White-hot light shone from within, and Ji Weixi could see many figures inside.

Suddenly, she let go of Shaoling’s hand and rushed within panickily.

“Dad—”

Mo Nanfeng’s scream of anguish came suddenly.

Ji Weixi abruptly paused outside the door, her whole body tightening and her feet suddenly turning as heavy as lead.

“Dad! Dad, wake up! Look at me!

“Dad! You told me you wanted to see me start a family! Why would you leave me, Dad?!”

Mo Nanfeng’s screams were devoid of all class.

At the same time, Ji Weixi, red-eyed, took deep breaths and forced herself into the ward.

On the bed in the ward, Mo Bin’s face was now grey-white and his eyes hanging open. His dilated pupils were dark and without a shred of sparkle, and even his fingernails were the color of ash.

Beside him, the instruments were flatlining, signaling death.

All the doctors around his bed bowed.

“Sorry, we have done our best.”

Thud—

Ji Weixi lost every bit of her strength. The plastic bag in her hand dropped to the ground, the oranges inside rolling all over the floor.

Startled, everyone turned towards here.

Ji Weixi’s face was pale white. Her tears fell silently and she did not even dare to breathe then.

She could not believe it.

She never imagined that Mo Bin would leave that quickly—she had bought his favorite oranges.

She moved with much difficulty, but suddenly her legs went soft and she knelt before the bed.

“Uncle…”

Ji Weixi shuddered as she spoke while her tears poured.

“Uncle… I’ve brought you oranges, you haven’t eaten them…”

Her words were blank, as if she would not accept that reality.

Meanwhile, Mo Nanfeng rubbed away his face full of tears. His eyes red, he gulped, “Weixi… My father told me to take care of you before he left…”

“Be rest assured, I… I will fulfill that promise.”

Ji Weixi did not hear him. All she saw was Mo Bin’s kindness towards her in her younger days.

Death was such a horrifying thing.

Once dead, a person’s kindness would be magnified infinitely and unforgotten until the end of a person’s life.

The last time Ji Weixi felt so sad was at her mother’s death.

She had bawled herself out and cried herself hoarse then, but she neither screamed nor cried this time.

As Mo Bin’s corpse was being sent to the morgue, Ji Weixi left the ward. The little one’s eyes were red too, seemingly having cried as well.

“Mommy, don’t be sad. You have Daddy and me—no one will bully you from now on.”

Ji Weixi took a seat; her eyes were blank.

Li Shaoling gathered her into his arms, putting his chin over her head. “I’m here.”

Ji Weixi looked up at him, and he grinned. “Cry if you want to. Don’t hold it in until you break.”

“I don’t want to—I already did.”

Just seconds after those words left her mouth, her lips were pursed and her tears were falling.

“I don’t want to cry.” She said, swallowing and rubbing off her tears.

Li Shaoling pressed her into his arms. “Yes, you don’t want to cry.”

Ji Weixi bit her lip as she tried to endure, tugging Li Shaoling’s shirt. Then, when she finally could not hold it in, she wailed hysterically.

Her cry left Li Shaoling feeling needles in his heart.

Again and again, he patiently stroke her back.

The woman in his arms was like a hurt little deer, shivering and seeking his help.

Pain flashed through Li Shaoling’s dark, quiet eyes for a moment.

He suddenly had the perverted idea to cripple her legs so that she would be his for life, and never getting hurt.

However, her legs were long and white, and he quickly threw away the thought.

“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.”

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