Stealing Your Heart

When Wen Xian died, Zong Jinghao was about seven or eight years old. At that time, she was only a newborn. In other words, the letter might have existed long before that.

It was so long ago. Is this person even alive? Could he have left?

There were too many possibilities, so she wanted to sort things out.

The receptionist scrutinized her. “Who are you?”

She came to the company with two kids and addressed Mr. Shao by his full name. Who exactly is this woman?

“Just tell us if there’s such a person here. Why do you have to ask so many questions?” Lin Xichen said impatiently, as the receptionist was obviously keeping the information to herself and distracting them with irrelevant questions.

Lin Xinyan pulled her son’s hand. “Mind your manners.”

“Daddy once said that we’re not supposed to bully others, but we shouldn’t get bullied either. We only asked if there is a person named Shao Yun, but instead of answering the question, she asked who you are. Obviously, she wants to know your identity and deliberately kept the information from us. Since there’s no point asking her anymore, let’s just get out of here. As long as this person isn’t dead, we’ll be able to find him,” Lin Xichen replied. Surprisingly, Lin Ruixi agreed with her brother this time, “Let’s go, Mommy.” Having said that, the trio headed toward the entrance hand in hand.

The receptionist was a little dumbfounded. It was really unexpected that a child could say such things. He seems precocious and isn’t afraid of strangers.

“Well, do you want me to make a call and ask?” the receptionist called after them.

Lin Xichen glanced at her and gave it a thought before saying, “Okay then, go ahead.”

He stopped in his tracks and waited for an answer from the receptionist.

The receptionist dialed the extension of the secretary in the president’s office. “Someone’s here looking for Mr. Shao.”

“Does the person have an appointment?”

“No.”

“That means meeting with this person isn’t on Mr. Shao’s schedule. Do you still have to ask?”

but…” The receptionist looked at Lin Xinyan while she spoke, “She’s a beautiful woman with two kids, and she called Mr. Shao

secretary’s curiosity. Coming here with kids? Who could

said, “Ask for her

Xinyan and

Yun should be around the same age as Wen Xian, so he might not

receptionist hung up and

down and wait?”

Lin Xichen turned her down

about to call him Xichen again when she stopped herself mid-sentence.

the president’s secretary knocked on the door of

spacious and brightly lit office, all the office furniture was specially made of Siamese rosewood with dark-colored designs. The conspicuous paintings behind the desk were all masterpieces of famous painters, and the papers of the paintings were slightly yellowish, giving off the impression that

the age of fifty, but he seemed to be young at heart with his blue floral shirt, cropped trousers, and white leather shoes, which were now popular among young people. His youthful outfit indicated that he didn’t like dressing according to his age. Perhaps he was reluctant

have at this age as he put his legs on the

long been accustomed to it, so she wasn’t the least bit surprised. “Someone is looking

his hand, the man asked without looking up, “Is it a

beautiful and she came with two kids. She also called you by your

He then leaned forward slightly. “What

moment, Shao Yun began to recall all the women he had known in the past few years. He had been with many women, but he was

not belong to him, he was not allowed to

day… Realizing that his thoughts were drifting further away, he snapped back to reality and asked his secretary with interest, “Did she say what her name

Xian,”

he had not heard for more than twenty years took him back in time instantly.

“Downstairs,” answered the secretary.

his hand, he hurried out of the office and took the elevator to the lobby on the

Still standing in the lobby with her children,

Xinyan turned around, she saw a man in the fanciest clothes despite his age. She was taken aback for a

Shao Yun went straight to the point. Deep down, he