Stealing Your Heart

Perhaps their ill-fated romance had been ordained by the gods. No matter what, they were humans after all, and nothing they did could’ve prevented the untimely end of their relationship.

“Xichen and Ruixi will be heading off to primary school soon, right? It’s time to bring her back and live out the rest of our lives together.”

Their children weren’t to blame for the grudges they harbored towards each other in the past. Naturally, the blame wasn’t their children’s to shoulder.

Ever since he found out from Bai Yinning that Lin Xinyan had left, Zong Qifeng had constantly been on edge. He was afraid that his son would do something he would regret in the future.

Zong Qifeng had tasted bitter regret before, and he didn’t want Zong Jinghao to follow him down the same slippery path.

Zong Jinghao continued, his voice quavering a little, “I wonder if she hates me. She’s been gone for so long, but she has never visited me in my dreams.”

The older man didn’t reply. Instead, he continued standing silently and listening to him.

A gust of wind blew through the garden, sending the trees rustling noisily as their branches danced in the breeze.

Time had simply flown by. The sun, which had been high up in the sky the entire day, had disappeared behind a mountain in the west. The mountain blocked out the rays of the sun, finally allowing dusk to settle over the city.

The father and son stayed in the room for a long time, with nobody coming in to disturb them. When it was dinnertime, however, Zong Jinghao finally exited the room by himself.

Cheng Yuwen had prepared dinner and set the dishes down on the round table in the courtyard. Zong Yanxi ran over to Zong Jinghao and tugged at his hand. “Daddy.”

Zong Jinghao caressed her hair lightly.

“Come and have dinner with us,” Zong Yanxi said, dragging him over to the table.

Buzz—

At that moment, Zong Jinghao’s phone started vibrating, signaling that he had an incoming call. Telling his daughter to sit down first, he walked to a corner and took out his phone. Shen Peichuan was calling him. Zong Jinghao accepted his call and brought the phone to his ear.

other end of the line, Shen Peichuan

spot. For such a serious case, it was only right for him to be punished according to the law. When the judicial court launched its own investigation, they quickly realized that the car accident had been caused by a kidnapping case gone wrong. Wen Qing then turned himself in and

a two-year suspended sentence,” said Shen

in the eyes of the public, not to mention the damage caused to its reputation. For that, you deserve to be punished severely. However, considering that you surrendered yourself to the police, confessed your wrongdoings, apologized to the public and showed a willingness

Jinghao didn’t seem affected by this news at all.

meted out similar penalties to Wen Qing, but… Gu

out Gu Bei first, and as such, he was the mastermind behind the crimes. Besides, Gu Bei wasn’t the one who

of the clandestine meeting between the assistant manager and the gangsters. He had even managed to get a recording of the assistant manager saying that Gu Bei had sent

with the higher-ups to ensure

able to open a highly-publicized nightclub had to be a

we tricked him and took advantage of him. Will he come

had nearly fallen into their trap this time. Knowing Gu Bei,

eye on his movements. We’ll

“Okay.”

bowls and ate quietly. Zong Qifeng’s words had struck a chord in him. Even

walked over to them. Seeing him approach, Cheng Yuwen pulled out his chair for him. “It’s already so

at him before sitting down on

be so polite in

him. “From now on, my

body was in

outsider. Even if there’s no real love between him

throat. Twenty years wasn’t a long

a glass of wine. “Actually, there’s

too. Although he was holed up in this tiny town of Baicheng, Cheng Yuwen kept perfect tabs on

you already know, this house was left to us by my ancestors. My ancestors sustained themselves by weaving, and Tea Silk was finally invented around my grandfather’s time. By the time the trade was passed on to my father, Tea Silk had gained quite a reputation for itself. During my father’s time, the standard of living in the country was getting higher, and people were becoming more concerned about their clothing. Tea Silk was held in high regard by many in the fabrics business.” Here, Cheng Yuwen’s expression turned rather sad. “We thought that it would eventually fade into obscurity as time

this beautiful, idiosyncratic fabric. Within

one of the original experts of Tea Silk, Cheng Yuwen