Stealing Your Heart

Zong Qifeng’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes began to lose its spark.

He married Wen Xian according to their families’ wishes, despite having no feelings for her. It’s been a year since they got married, yet they treated each other like acquaintances and steered clear of intimacy.

They slept separately even on the night of their wedding, since Wen Xian said that she was scared.

Zong Qifeng knew the real reason perfectly well, she’s in love with someone else.

He didn’t love her initially, but he had to admit that Wen Xian was a good woman. She was kind and gentle. He couldn’t help but start getting interested in her, though he hid his feelings away.

He knew that she already loved someone else and that her gentle demeanor was just a mask for her strong personality. She would do anything to please the person she loved.

Wouldn’t that make anyone fall for her?

It sounds funny, but he had never forced her into doing things she didn’t want to.

In the eyes of the public, they were a perfect match for each other, and many people envied them.

However, no one knew that there is no substance in their relationship.

As to his wife’s request, he knew that the person waiting in the room might not be Wen Xian herself…

He went home anyway.

Knowing that the person inside the room was not his legitimate wife, he still pushed the door open.

Cheng Yuxiu burrowed further into the sheets and trembled violently the moment she heard the door open.

Zong Qifeng watched as the mound in the sheets shook, his eyes squinting a little.

He didn’t know whether he should be happy or sad.

In the era of monogamy, where the sensitivity, paranoia, and mysophobia of women became increasingly apparent.

His wife found a woman for him willingly.

Closing the door, he strode over to the bed.

Cheng Yuxiu shivered as she heard the door close.

tightly to the blanket she used to wrap herself in, praying that he wouldn’t

hidden inside the sheets. He knew that it wasn’t Wen Xian, but

Yuxiu began to cry as she screamed internally, ”I’m Cheng Yuxiu! I’m not your wife! I’m not

couldn’t bring herself

regretted it wholly. She had been acting rashly, and even though

the woman in the blankets must be, but he didn’t consider leaving. No matter how this

by one, he rasped, “Since you’ve agreed

did he

that the person under the sheets was

to her conditions, so don’t feel embarrassed. All this was voluntary,” he said. Shouldn’t

Yuxiu tossed the blankets

her back onto the bed and ripped

grip.

all. Pressing her head down and refusing to meet her gaze or even hear her voice,

night, she screamed

for it a couple of times, but she pacified him with kisses, promising a good time

would present herself to

the sky brightened up just a bit, the man got up and started to put on his clothes, his

this

wanted some closure, then he might as well give

would calm her down

inside the blankets, her hair wet

“I like her.”

Qifeng liked his wife,

a difference

your wife, but you did

wonder if both of them were

wife willingly

had willingly found someone

you know that I’m

Cheng Yuxiu felt confused.

a wife be happy with her husband sleeping with

of couple was

the room up.

He left after that.