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.

asked something he deliberately

Yu frowned, finding Zong Jinghao’s attitude strange. Aren’t they

is the atmosphere around him

Aunt Yu ran to take out the photo, walked to the bed, and placed it next

was swollen, looking completely different from

“Why is he

He was so smart

Jinghao didn’t want to discuss this matter with others. “Don’t mention his identity from now

“But—”

up, Aunt Yu was still

They’re not my kids.” Zong Jinghao

if he had ever slept with

know about Lin

bed with another man made him feel so depressed that he

should bring up the identity of these

him about Lin

want to know all

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

she

could it

girl. How could it be possible?” Aunt Yu couldn’t believe that Lin Xinyan was pregnant before

other people talk about it.” After speaking, Zong Jinghao walked

was Aunt Yu. He wouldn’t reveal

was lying on the bed. Even though Lin Xichen’s face was swollen, she still remembered

Xinyan

How could this be?

Zong Jinghao when he

Yu was unable to recover from the shock

didn’t know how she walked back

Lin Xinyan and Zhuang Zijin

awake; whereas Lin Xinyan went to the fridge in the kitchen to

darkened, while the

had composed her emotions and went to the kitchen to make

Lin Ruixi woke up, she clung to Zhuang Zijin due to the unfamiliar environment, so Zhuang Zijin held her in her

held Lin Ruixi in the room and

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

with this sound, Zong Jinghao opened the door of the room, and saw Lin Xinyan sitting on

still not awake

Lin Xinyan had been staying there

in and looked at the 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,

“Okay.”

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