Stealing Your Heart

The Chief of Public Relations left the office and closed the door.

Zong Jinghao walked over to her. “I think she has a point. Why don’t we take this opportunity—”

“Is now a good time?” Lin Xinyan cut him off. “Don’t even bring up the fact that you still have so much to take care of; I can’t put on a wedding dress with this belly of mine.”

“I’ll get them to make a bigger dress. Besides, getting Gu Bei punished by the law doesn’t mean we can’t hold our wedding, right?” Zong Jinghao had made up his mind. He didn’t want anyone else to misunderstand, and he wanted to give her and the children their rightful place.

The children would be attending elementary school soon. There’d be speculation if their identities were unclear.

“But—”

“Listen to me this time.” The man was unusually adamant and didn’t take no for an answer. “You may not care what others think of you, but you’ll have to consider the kids. They need to face everyone with a clear identity.”

Lin Xinyan looked down. She understood Zong Jinghao’s intentions, but Qin Ya was still in the process of recovering, and they hadn’t taken care of the matter involving Gu Bei. It really didn’t seem like the right time to hold a wedding now.

Still, Zong Jinghao had a point. The children needed a solid identity and place. She didn’t mind people saying things about her, but talking about her children was unacceptable.

This would only bring suffering to the kids and affect them psychologically.

She lowered her gaze. “I’ll leave everything to you.”

“Okay,” Zong Jinghao replied gently while twirling a strand of her hair. “I’ll get my dad to pick a good date for us.”

his father. A wedding would only appear official with a senior around, and the wedding date was crucial too. The man didn’t believe in superstitions, but he still wanted to pick an auspicious day for

considered the best venue

didn’t

but feel slightly depressed. Doesn’t every girl look forward to her

does she

you have any ideas

in case the secretary were to walk in.

Zong Jinghao as her husband

about meeting her

was always full of surprises. She

she once had, feeling like she no longer had the right to experience

on her own, never bringing any of her emotions

silently in the

in her twenties, but her experiences were akin to those of someone who had already lived half

a glamorous life. Her mind was now in a state of peace—a

love, no

stay in love while living a normal life was the most precious

was stiff and tangled like hay, and his face was full of wrinkles. He always sat in the same spot, sometimes laughing, and sometimes weeping into his pillow. Those who lived nearby often

died while giving birth. Both she and the

embroidery studio that Shao Yun had rented for her. Every time she walked to the studio, she would surely pass by that street and see the

how cruel fate was to