Stealing Your Heart

Lin Xinyan’s head was heavy. It seemed bumpy and she felt like she was lying in a car.

She gradually opened her eyes and her vision turned from blurry to clear. She saw where she was.

She was in a seven-seater car. The back seats had been placed down and it had become a large space, much like a bed that she was lying on top of. The windows had a layer of black film, so she could not see whether it was day or night. However, she felt that it should be the day because there were no flickering street lights.

She wanted to move but realized that her head was pounding and her hands could not move. She looked down to find out that her hands and legs were tied up.

He Ruize, who was driving, saw that she had woken up through the rearview mirror. “You woke up. Are you hungry?”

Lin Xinyan recalled what had happened and she did not want to talk to him. She closed her eyes again.

“Do you hate me?” He Ruize could see her expressions clearly through the rearview mirror.

Did she no longer want to talk to him?

“Yan, we’re lovers. We’ll eventually make love to each other. Why should you be like that? I feel upset that you’re hurt.” He did feel upset, but his want for her was stronger.

“Are you hungry?” He Ruize repeated his question.

Whatever He Ruize said, Lin Xinyan pretended that she could not hear him and did not answer him. She hated this man with a vengeance. She now knew what he was made of.

He Ruize knew that she was angry so he did not continue to say anything else. He only said, “Tell me when you’re hungry.”

He focused back on his driving.

Lin Xinyan’s head was throbbing, as if there was someone drilling in her head. She did not know where He Ruize was driving to, but the road was bumpy and the wound on her head kept pounding along with each bump. Yet she never cried; she just suffered quietly.

To distract herself from the pain, she forced herself to space out and fall asleep. That way, she would not feel the pain.

The sun set and the sky darkened.

When she woke again, she did not know what time it was. She was no longer in the car. She was at a motel. The place was not spacious and the furnishing was simple. It looked like the kind of motel that did not need any identification, because Lin Xinyan realized the motel should be originally a house. The room was originally a part of the living room.

There was a mocking smile on her pale face.

have had it hard. To avoid detection, he was now

a member of the He family, he was born with a golden spoon.

hands and legs were still tied up. He Ruize was not around; he

open and He Ruize walked in

her awake, he asked, “You’re awake. Are you hungry

would not work properly, he turned the handle to make sure that the door was locked before he turned to

thirsty.” Her

or how long she

thin, fair wrists that had been scratched

him. She just felt that he was a hypocrite. If he really did feel

Ruize untied the rope on her legs and supported her into a sitting position. “I’ll get some water

brought over. He was about to twist the cap open when Lin Xinyan said, “I’ll

replied, “Doesn’t your hand

I saw that you’ve bought food.

When Lin Xinyan took the bottle, she made sure that the bottle had not been opened before she twisted the cap. She was fearful of He Ruize; she was afraid that he would try to drug

so, she had to

Ruize stuffed two mouthfuls of food then handed Lin

was indeed hungry, but she did not

she did not like the food, so he said, “This place is too remote, and there are no proper restaurants around. One more day, and we’ll look for

food and ate a few mouths to stop her hunger. She did not eat much. It was not because the food was terrible. Back when she was living with her mother and they were scraping by in life, she had tasted all

did not dare to each more, because this was given to her by

was constantly

afraid that he would drug

I’ll apply some medication

the food container and drank a

up after she had gotten He Ruize’s permission. Only when she stood up, she realized that her legs were numb

numb legs. He Ruize reached out, wanting to help her massage, but she instinctively moved backwards. Her leg knocked onto the side of the bed and she sat on it. She said hurriedly, “It’s okay. It’s not

sure that it was locked. She did not actually want to use the bathroom; she wanted to avoid He Ruize applying

toilet bowl and rested while she massaged her numb and

did she stand up to flush the toilet bowl. It was to make sure