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.

end of the line, Shen Peichuan said,

that the car accident had been caused by a kidnapping case gone wrong. Wen Qing then turned himself in and confessed all his wrongdoings, even offering a public apology for his actions.

two-year suspended sentence,” said

service 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,

this news at all. Showing no desire for revenge, he

to Wen

Bei wasn’t the one who had hired the gangsters to hijack the car.

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

Mr. Gu had made use of his connections with the

able to open a highly-publicized nightclub

and took advantage of him. Will he come after us for revenge?” After all, Gu Bei

this time. Knowing Gu Bei, there

Jinghao said, “Keep an eye on his movements. We’ll make further plans when I get

“Okay.”

looked at his two children. Under the moonlight, they bent their heads over their bowls and ate quietly. Zong Qifeng’s words had struck a chord in him. Even while Zong Jinghao

pulled out his chair for him. “It’s

him before

You don’t have to be so polite in your own house.” Cheng Yuwen passed him

know.” Zong Jinghao took the pair of chopsticks from him. “From now on, my father will be living here with us.

His body was in good shape, but his mental

real love between him and my sister, they’ve been married for over twenty years now. I’ve always

throat. Twenty years wasn’t a long

poured him a glass of wine. “Actually, there’s something I need

town of Baicheng, Cheng Yuwen kept perfect tabs on what was going on

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

Xinyan’s successful Tea Silk exhibition, more people had gained awareness of this beautiful, idiosyncratic fabric. Within the industry, it had started to

of Tea Silk, Cheng Yuwen