Stealing Your Heart

“Young Master, Young Mistress, the dumplings are ready. Ma’am requests for your presence,” Mr. Feng informed them.

Lin Xinyan swallowed her words. “Let’s go.”

Zong Jinghao had been drinking on an empty stomach, and the mention of food made his stomach growl.

“Alright,” he hummed in response.

Chinese New Year was months away, but Cheng Yuxiu cooked up a feast anyway, considering the fact that they had four more mouths to feed. She hoped to get on Zong Jinghao’s good side as well.

She did not know what Zong Jinghao liked, so she cooked a variety of dishes.

Lin Xinyan caught on immediately and glanced at Zong Jinghao intendedly.

Zong Jinghao merely evaded her gaze and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Lin Xinyan walked into the kitchen just as the maid turned off the stove. She picked up a ladle and offered, “I’ll do it.”

Everyone’s dumplings were mixed together in the pot, making the ugly ones look increasingly jarring, next to the pretty ones.

Lin Xinyan scooped the dumplings into one giant bowl, which confused the maid.

“I wouldn’t eat that if I were you,” the maid warned her. “I don’t think that anyone can finish that!”

Lin Xinyan grinned. “Someone will.”

I’m doing this on purpose!

Didn’t you refuse to eat Cheng Yuxiu’s dumplings? How about the ones the kids and I had made?

eating it all, you picky

full, so Lin Xinyan filled three bowls with dumplings- one for herself, one for Lin Xichen, and one for Cheng Yuxiu. She handed the three bowls to the maid to

Xinyan set the giant bowl of misshapen dumplings right before Zong Jinghao. “I’m sure that you won’t reject

in shock. This is enough to feed a whole

Xinyan’s thoughts.

chirped. “Do

Zong Jinghao fell silent.

I going to say no

suspicious mixture of dough and vegetables that looked

forward to the

some vinegar. “It’ll taste better with

It tastes better with vinegar!” Lin Ruixi

stood at the side, wringing her hands together anxiously. How is he going to finish that huge bowl

moment before walking up to him with an empty bowl and saying, “Give me some, I’ll help you finish

a mouthful of the doughy mixture into his mouth. He figured that he could stomach anything that his

that Zong Jinghao would rather suffer on

bitter on the inside as Lin Xinyan scooped a few dumplings into her bowl in an attempt to comfort her. “Mom,

forced a smile

tossing and turning on his bed, his stomach bursting at the

morning at

for water, while his grandmother returned to consciousness for a brief moment in the middle of the night before falling into a deep sleep

a result, Qin Ya did not sleep a wink that night. She collapsed onto the

his eyes, he took in the unfamiliar surroundings as the events of last night flooded into his mind; he had been out drinking with Shen Peichuan and Zong Jinghao, after which he left with Shen Peichuan. He could not

surveyed his surroundings. Did Shen Peichuan just

a blanket. The heater was on, but the cold wintry winds could still seep through the

body, he walked over to Qin Ya and covered her with it, only to notice the dark bags beneath her

been