Stealing Your Heart

“I—”

She was feeling conflicted and complicated. She had to admit that she did have feelings toward Zong Jinghao, but she didn’t dare to admit it, and didn’t want to give it much thought.

She didn’t want to break such vague emotions and go to the bottom of it to find out whether it was love or not. It pained her to think so much.

When asked by Zhuang Zijin, she didn’t know how to answer, while she was having mixed feelings.

“Why don’t you speak?” Zhuang Zijin’s eyes turned red. “Perhaps, he treats you very well now, but have you thought about the future? Can he accept Xichen and Ruixi? Can he be okay with them for the rest of his life?”

“Mom, I don’t want to think about it now. By the way, we may have to live here for a while. I’m afraid that our house is not safe.” She deliberately changed the subject.

Zhuang Zijin refused to move on to another topic. “Is it because of him when you decided to come back to China?”

If they didn’t come back, maybe these things wouldn’t happen.

Lin Xinyan lowered her head and remained silent.

Apparently, she acquiesced in what Zhuang Zijin said.

Zhuang Zijin wanted to tell her not to be blinded by what seemed good now.

But, she swallowed back the words on the tip of her tongue, and instead, said, “You call the shots since it’s your business.”

She was an adult with her own thoughts and ideas.

Too much interference would bring her pressure.

Zhuang Zijin sighed. “Just live here. It’s important to ensure the kids’ safety.”

Thinking of what He Ruize did, she still had lingering fears.

Lin Xinyan knew what she was worried about and said, “Don’t worry, I will protect myself.”

Back in the villa, Zong Jinghao put Lin Xichen who was sleeping in the room downstairs.

Aunt Yu was standing at the door, watching.

Since Zong Jinghao came in, she had been following him, as if she had a lot of things to say.

“Do you already know?” Aunt Yu asked, standing at the door.

Zong Jinghao put a quilt on Lin Xichen, straightened up and looked at her. “Know what?”

Aunt Yu was anxious. “That they are your children.”

Zong Jinghao’s eyes darkened. It seemed that Aunt Yu’s topic had crossed the line.

that someone suddenly asked something he deliberately ignored

frowned, finding Zong Jinghao’s attitude strange.

is the atmosphere around him growing

Yu ran to take out the photo, walked to the bed, and placed it next to Lin Xichen’s

was injured and his face was swollen, looking

Yu asked, “Why is

him. He was so smart and cute when she saw him

with others. “Don’t mention

“But—”

Aunt Yu was

got pregnant before we got married. They’re not my kids.” Zong

he would know if he had

want to know about Lin

bed with another man made him feel so depressed that he couldn’t

one should bring up the identity of these two children

tell him about Lin Xinyan’s

to know

talking about?” Aunt Yu was so shocked that her hands trembled, and she could only utter the question after

was pregnant before she was married to

could it

think she looks like that kind of unscrupulous and easy girl. How could it

to hear other people

was Aunt Yu. He wouldn’t reveal so much if it were

was lying on

Xinyan

How could this be?

Zong Jinghao when he was a

unable to recover from the

walked back to her

Lin Xinyan and Zhuang Zijin

to the guest room to see if Lin Ruixi was awake; whereas Lin Xinyan went to the fridge in the kitchen to get some ice cubes, wrapped them in a towel, and applied on Lin

gradually darkened, while the sun set, leaving the sky

and went to the kitchen

up, she clung to Zhuang Zijin due to the unfamiliar environment,

unfamiliar with the place, so she held Lin

study, Zong Jinghao hung up the call with Guan Jing and looked down at his watch. It was five o’clock, so he got up and walked out of the study. The living room was quiet, and occasionally, the sound of Aunt Yu chopping

of the room, and saw Lin Xinyan sitting on the chair by the

still not awake

Xinyan had been staying there by

little man lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He reached out to put his hand on Lin Xinyan’s head, pressed her into his arms, and comforted,

“Okay.”

Lin Xinyan’s head so that her face was pressed against his abdomen. Through the fabric, she could feel