Stealing Your Heart

Zong Jinghao could not move in time, and he could only stare as Lin Xinyan fell onto him.

Her forehead knocked onto his chin, and it was painful. And her lips touched a shaped solid, a familiar yet foreign sensation.

For a moment, Lin Xinyan was stunned. Her rationality came back to her and she hurriedly got up. It was now then she realized that her lips had touched onto his Adam’s apple.

She held onto her aching forehead, her face was burning red.

From shame.

Zong Jinghao’s thoughts were also muddled up for a second after that moment. He slowly raised his eyes to look at her. “If I’m a thug, what are you?”

Without waiting for Lin Xinyan’s reply, he slowly sat up and adjusted his collar, intentionally tracing his finger across the place that she had just kissed him. His smile was cunning as he said, “We’re husband and wife. If you want to kiss, you can just tell me. I don’t mind.”

Lin Xinyan was rendered speechless.

Who wanted to kiss him?

That was just an accident!

“I would never want to kiss you!” Lin Xinyan turned and left; she wanted to leave the living room quickly.

Zong Jinghao sat motionless on the couch. He was angered by her last sentence.

“Who do you want to kiss then?”

He scoffed, “That man who impregnated you?”

In that moment, fear and humiliation bled all over her.

She did not want to talk about how she was impregnated.

She only felt heartache from hearing Zong Jinghao’s heartless words.

She had to stay strong, even when her heart felt like it was about to shatter. “Of course… of course I like the father of my child.”

Fantastic. This woman was amazing.

“I hope Ms. Lin hadn’t forgotten that she still owes me something.” Zong Jinghao stood up, brushed off the imaginary dust from his shirt, and raised his head slowly. He looked at Lin Xinyan, who froze by the door of the bedroom.

“I need a translator. Come to the office and start work by tomorrow.”

She had taken the contract; he would have a request in return.

That’s fine, that meant she no longer owed him anything else.

“Alright.” She answered, then pushed open the door to enter the room.

the incident earlier, her face heated

the room until

the dining room. Aunt Yu

eating,

at the

Yu could not understand them. They were husband and wife, yet they acted like strangers. She served a plate of green broccoli in front of Lin Xinyan, and

light flavors, especially vegetarian. Aunt Yu, who had taken care of

Xinyan was stunned for a moment. She did not understand what Aunt Yu

just put it in

at her to pick some vegetables to Zong Jinghao. It took Lin Xinyan a while before she understood what Aunt Yu

this while that it took for Lin Xinyan to understand, Aunt Yu’s eyes could have started

Xinyan reluctantly picked up a piece of broccoli and placed

Xinyan, who smiled.

of matchmaking them was

Jinghao slowly picked up the broccoli. It was covered in a layer of light oil, and the

knows my taste

Aunt Yu smiled.

it soon. She had just married into the family; she isn’t as familiar with it

called her, she used to call her Ms. Lin. Although she was unhappy with the way she spent her nights away from the house, she was still the one that Madam had

for them, and hope they

surprise at hearing “Young Mistress”. She lowered her head even more and finished the food in

moment she finished her sentence, she ran straight

is with her?”

Lin Xinyan. There was a smile on his lips and in his

used to your

Yu sighed, “I’m

She turned and left.

light from crystal chandelier from the

The next day.

to work in the office, she

was changing her shoe at entrance, Aunt Yu

Lin Xinyan nodded.

back earlier, don’t stay out the entire night.

Xinyan went out after wearing her

to the intersection of the main road to call for a

no public transport

quitting the job. The manager was not too happy. “If you didn’t want to work, why come for the

apologetic. “I’m sorry,

face was gloomy. He was about to open his mouth again

Xinyan, and said, “You can help for now. When we’re less busy,

Xinyan agreed to it

her work clothes. It

Room 88.” The chef