“Ji Weixi, how dare you hit me!”
Ji Jianing leveled a deadly glare at Ji Weixi. An impulse to slam that woman’s head into the wall and give it one almighty stomp arose within her.
Born pampered and held on a pedestal since she was born, Ji Jianing had never even been scolded, much less slapped—leading to her present spoiled, self-important personality.
On the other hand, Ji Weixi had been self-reliant even as a child. Her parents had her do her bidding as if she was some inferior being, and Ji Jianing certainly never thought of her as an elder sister, even belittling her.
And yet, she had been slapped by that same person she scorned—twice, and very loudly.
She even called her ugly—did she even know how much money was spent on her face!
Her face was now bloating in crimson rage. In fact, her entire self was about blow up.
“What? Are you unhappy with me hitting you?” Ji Weixi smiled coldly. “Well, know that there aren’t many who were honored with my slaps. You should feel proud, and of course that doesn’t mean I won’t accept a few kowtows in return.”
Ji Jianing was to be blamed for setting her fans on her. After all, Ji Weixi was no longer the scared little cinnamon roll four years ago—she always paid her debts.
With tenfold interest.
That was what she learnt after spending four years overseas: it is a dog eat dog world, and only the fittest survive.
Her words instantly incensed Ji Jianing, who lunged at her, teeth and claws bared.
Just like a spurred wild dog.
However, just as Ji Weixi was about to reach Ji Jianing, they heard unhurried footsteps from outside the ladies’ room.
A familiar figure then appeared before them.
Ji Jianing quickly hit the brakes and slapped herself twice more loudly and with no hesitation. After that, she sped outside and into Li Shaoling’s arms.
Her tears began to roll with a thought as she choked with sobs. “Shao Ling, save me…”
Ji Weixi froze, dumbstruck and gaping.
What disturbing acting skills you have there, Sister. To gain sympathy, the means truly justified the ends.
Not to mention that she could put on a show at the drop of a hat. As expected of an actress—she was unstoppable.
Meanwhile, Li Shaoling was actually startled, his blank look making him appear endearing.
Where did this mad dog come from?
Ji Jianing’s makeup was tatters after being awash in tears. Her mascara formed panda-eyes after being left damp with the moisture, while her hair was utterly disheveled.
Wow. How miserable she looked—it was as if she was starring in a horror show.
Li Shaoling shoved her away, disgust clear on his face.
“Shao Ling…”
Ji Jianing began to cry even harder. After all, why would she give up?
“She hit me…” She cried, choking on her own tears. “My own sister hit me!”
Biting her lip, she grabbed Li Shaoling’s hand and shook it, just like a child complaining to a parent about being bullied.
“It hurts, Shaoling! I didn’t even complain after she took you away from me… why would she hit me? Did I insult her?! Shao Ling, it hurts… it’s like the world has abandoned me… you’re all I have, Shaoling…”
She was sobbing herself hoarse, and Li Shaoling’s face slowly darkened.
He approached Ji Weixi with a cold face.
At the same time, Ji Jianing’s eyes twinkled. So that move still works with him.
He was going to teach Ji Weixi a lesson.
Hmph! Tasting a sweetness in her mouth, Ji Jianing thought then that her bond with Li Shaoling is nothing anyone could break after lasting so long.
Now, each time the man’s leather shoes touched the floor, a crack was heard.
It was as if each crack was stamped on Ji Weixi’s own heart.
Suddenly, he caught her hand, and a force attached them together.
As Ji Weixi’s entire body stiffened, Li Shaoling lowered his eyes at her.
“Which hand did you hit her with?” He asked, the emotion behind it opaque.
“Ji Weixi, how dare you hit me!”
Ji Jianing leveled a deadly glare at Ji Weixi. An impulse to slam that woman’s head into the wall and give it one almighty stomp arose within her.
Born pampered and held on a pedestal since she was born, Ji Jianing had never even been scolded, much less slapped—leading to her present spoiled, self-important personality.
On the other hand, Ji Weixi had been self-reliant even as a child. Her parents had her do her bidding as if she was some inferior being, and Ji Jianing certainly never thought of her as an elder sister, even belittling her.
And yet, she had been slapped by that same person she scorned—twice, and very loudly.
She even called her ugly—did she even know how much money was spent on her face!
Her face was now bloating in crimson rage. In fact, her entire self was about blow up.
“What? Are you unhappy with me hitting you?” Ji Weixi smiled coldly. “Well, know that there aren’t many who were honored with my slaps. You should feel proud, and of course that doesn’t mean I won’t accept a few kowtows in return.”
Ji Jianing was to be blamed for setting her fans on her. After all, Ji Weixi was no longer the scared little cinnamon roll four years ago—she always paid her debts.
With tenfold interest.
That was what she learnt after spending four years overseas: it is a dog eat dog world, and only the fittest survive.
Her words instantly incensed Ji Jianing, who lunged at her, teeth and claws bared.
Just like a spurred wild dog.
However, just as Ji Weixi was about to reach Ji Jianing, they heard unhurried footsteps from outside the ladies’ room.
A familiar figure then appeared before them.
Ji Jianing quickly hit the brakes and slapped herself twice more loudly and with no hesitation. After that, she sped outside and into Li Shaoling’s arms.
Her tears began to roll with a thought as she choked with sobs. “Shao Ling, save me…”
Ji Weixi froze, dumbstruck and gaping.
What disturbing acting skills you have there, Sister. To gain sympathy, the means truly justified the ends.
Not to mention that she could put on a show at the drop of a hat. As expected of an actress—she was unstoppable.
Meanwhile, Li Shaoling was actually startled, his blank look making him appear endearing.
Where did this mad dog come from?
Ji Jianing’s makeup was tatters after being awash in tears. Her mascara formed panda-eyes after being left damp with the moisture, while her hair was utterly disheveled.
Wow. How miserable she looked—it was as if she was starring in a horror show.
Li Shaoling shoved her away, disgust clear on his face.
“Shao Ling…”
Ji Jianing began to cry even harder. After all, why would she give up?
“She hit me…” She cried, choking on her own tears. “My own sister hit me!”
Biting her lip, she grabbed Li Shaoling’s hand and shook it, just like a child complaining to a parent about being bullied.
“It hurts, Shaoling! I didn’t even complain after she took you away from me… why would she hit me? Did I insult her?! Shao Ling, it hurts… it’s like the world has abandoned me… you’re all I have, Shaoling…”
She was sobbing herself hoarse, and Li Shaoling’s face slowly darkened.
He approached Ji Weixi with a cold face.
At the same time, Ji Jianing’s eyes twinkled. So that move still works with him.
He was going to teach Ji Weixi a lesson.
Hmph! Tasting a sweetness in her mouth, Ji Jianing thought then that her bond with Li Shaoling is nothing anyone could break after lasting so long.
Now, each time the man’s leather shoes touched the floor, a crack was heard.
It was as if each crack was stamped on Ji Weixi’s own heart.
Suddenly, he caught her hand, and a force attached them together.
As Ji Weixi’s entire body stiffened, Li Shaoling lowered his eyes at her.
“Which hand did you hit her with?” He asked, the emotion behind it opaque.
