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.

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

invitation card back in his

sitting in attention. To them,

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

His frosty look always gave them the

job perfectly, they were still unable to

already an improvement. Previously, they got nothing for completing their work. However, when they didn’t finish or if it weren’t up to

that such a situation would quickly pass,

on for too long and

Moonlight Restaurant at two. At three, you have a discussion with Mr. Zhong

Some would bring their secretaries while others would take their wives along. Despite being a charity event in name, it was

his pocket, he unbuttoned his collar with the other. “You

donation was made,

arrived at Zong Jinghao’s office. He stopped in his tracks as he had finished his report. As Zong Jinghao pushed open his office door, he saw Shen Peichuan and Su Zhan were already waiting for him inside. Shen Peichuan was always serious while Su Zhan was more unpredictable. Leaning against the desk, he held the invitation 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

were 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

help but invoke the reader’s desire

the invitation card was meticulously designed, conforming with its

 Why is there such

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