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?

it all,

dumplings- one for herself, one for Lin Xichen, and one for Cheng Yuxiu. She handed the three

giant bowl of misshapen dumplings right before Zong Jinghao. “I’m sure that you won’t reject this? I made this for you

 This is enough to feed a

you finish it, Daddy!” Lin Xichen reminded him, echoing Lin Xinyan’s thoughts. He pulled his sister over and asked, “Look! Daddy’s eating your dumplings!

she chirped. “Do you like

Zong Jinghao fell silent.

I going to say no to

suspicious mixture of dough

forward to

poured him some vinegar. “It’ll taste

It tastes better

Yuxiu stood at the side, wringing her hands together anxiously. How is he

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

of the doughy mixture into his

Yuxiu, however, it was an indication that Zong Jinghao would rather suffer on his own than accept her

Xinyan scooped a few dumplings into her bowl in an attempt to comfort her. “Mom, I can’t finish these. Can you help

smile onto her face.

turning on his bed,

next morning at the

grandmother returned to consciousness for a brief

that night. She collapsed onto the

Flipping over and opening 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

his surroundings. Did Shen Peichuan just

Qin Ya sprawled on the sofa without a blanket. The heater was on, but the cold wintry

to Qin Ya and covered her with it, only to notice the dark bags beneath her

hasn’t been