Stealing Your Heart

“Do you know the person on the invitation card or are you just interested in her?” she casually asked out of curiosity when Zong Jinghao had stopped beside her on his way to the meeting. The PR Department Head bent down to pick up the documents she accidentally dropped. Among the documents was an invitation card from her friend which she had forgotten to take out.

After picking up her documents, she looked at the invitation card for a short moment before handing it to Zong Jinghao. “Since I’m already married, I don’t need another wedding gown. If I see one that is prettier, I may be tempted to marry a new husband. So, why don’t you have it instead?”

As the PR Department Head dealt with all sorts of sensitive matters on a daily basis, she was adept at observing one’s reactions.

Even if Zong Jinghao didn’t show any desire, it was obvious to her that he was interested in the person on the card. Or else, he wouldn’t have stopped in his tracks.

Zong Jinghao accepted it without hesitation. “Thank you.”

The PR Department Head was a middle-aged woman of around forty years of age. Her hair was cropped short and she was dressed in professional office attire. Following Zong Jinghao into the office, she asked in a nosy manner, “Do you know the lady in the picture?”

Has he changed companions again? The lady in the picture didn’t look like the one which he declared in the office to be his wife.

“Do my personal matters interest you so much?” Zong Jinghao gave her an expressionless glance.

The PR Department Head smiled and answered savvily, “Women are born nosy so I am no different. This is despite the fact that you have always treated me like a man at work.”

Just as she spoke, she went to take her seat. Zong Jinghao only valued one’s capabilities and never cared about one’s gender.

When he looked down at the lady wearing a red Cheongsam on the invitation card, his gaze darkened.

After Qin Ya’s plastic surgery was completed, the doctor had sent him a photo. Hence, he knew how Qin Ya looked like now. Even though she no longer looked the same, he could still easily recognize her from the photo.

the hospital. Hence, he surmised that she should be together with Lin Xinyan. Although there was no indication of Lin Xinyan’s presence on the invitation card, he somehow felt

Guan Jing to put the invitation card back in his office before sitting down to start

were sitting in attention. To them, every meeting felt

the boss was dissatisfied with their performance. Even worse was if the meeting went on for hours endlessly causing them

with his smile. His frosty look always gave them the impression they had done something

they were still unable to elicit a smile

didn’t finish or if it weren’t

they still prayed that such a situation would quickly

long and ended in a little more

the Moonlight Restaurant at two. At three, you have a discussion with Mr. Zhong about the merger. At eight, there is the charity cocktail party. Do you need me

such events would turn up in pairs. Some would bring their secretaries while others would take their wives along. Despite being a charity event in name, it was still a form of networking. Those that were invited were usually of some importance. Hence,

ripped. With a hand in his pocket, he unbuttoned

as the donation was made, no one

card in his hands and was looking at the woman on its cover. Qin Ya was wearing a red Cheongsam which had traditional-styled embroidery on it. Her wavy black hair flowed behind her head as she exhibited her curvaceous figure. With her soft and dainty complexion, she brought out the essence of the Cheongsam from Country Z. Although her thighs were exposed by the slit, it didn’t feel indecent at all. Her eyes were lowered and she had a gentle smile, exuding a sense of calming

large, gilded words written in traditional calligraphy. Despite the messy handwriting, there was a certain charm to it. Dreaming of the encounter, it was unforgettable. What does it matter when all the beautiful clothes stay

both profound and mysterious, and couldn’t help but invoke

card was meticulously designed, conforming

Jinghao. Why is there such a thing on his

she on your desk?” he asked tactfully. What he really meant was if Zong