Stealing Your Heart

Gu Xian took out his phone and looked it up on the internet, as Zong Yanxi suggested. Immediately, hundreds of definitions jumped out at him from the screen.

Definition of Xian—arousing revulsion or strong indignation

Gu Xian waved his phone in Zong Yanxi’s face. “Is this really what my name means?”

Zong Yanxi glanced through a few definitions. None of them sounded very pleasant.

Gu Xian’s mother had probably named her son that in a fit of rage.

“Do your parents get along well?” Zong Yanxi asked.

“Well?” Gu Xian pursed his lips. “I’ve never even seen my father before. Besides, my mother forbade me from mentioning him in front of her. Do you think they have a good relationship?”

Zong Yanxi knew she had asked too many questions. His name alone told her everything she needed to know about his parents’ rocky relationship.

“Well, then, did you take on your mother’s surname?” she asked.

Gu Xian nodded. “I don’t know my father’s surname.”

“With that little information you have, you won’t be able to find him. Besides, people migrate in and out of cities all the time—he might not be in B City anymore.”

“It doesn’t matter to me. Anyhow, my mother doesn’t know I’m here to search for him. If she finds out, she’s going to throw a fit.” Finding his father wasn’t of utmost importance to Gu Xian. He only wanted to see how his father was like.

If he was destined to never meet his father in this lifetime, then so be it.

When Zong Yanxi recovered somewhat, Gu Xian arranged for her to fly overseas and receive treatment at a foreign hospital.

At Hengkang Group, Ling Wei knocked on the door of Jiang Mohan’s office and entered the room with a document in her hand. As she handed it to Jiang Mohan, she said, “Here’s the information regarding the Rui Mei personnel who will be coming over to discuss the agreement with us.”

Rui Mei was a foreign company. They were hoping to work together with Hengkang Group this time in order to expand their business into the local market.

Through this agreement, Hengkang Group stood to profit from the use of half of Rui Mei’s resources. It was a win-win situation no matter how one looked at it.

Both companies were very eager to work together.

Jiang Mohan scanned the documents and first noticed that the person was from their country. When his gaze landed on her photo, he was immediately riveted by her eyes. He couldn’t help but feel a little stunned—they reminded him too much of a certain person who was already dead.

her personal information. As expected, none

her eyes held an

looked at her name.

her name had a “Xi” in it, just like she

I send Nan Cheng down to the airport to welcome her?”

arriving?” Jiang Mohan snapped the file shut and

replied, “Three o’clock this

up the phone and gave his secretary a call. “Book the Rui Mei delegate

“Yes, President Jiang.”

up another

have to make a trip

looked up at her and asked coldly. “Are you going to decide these

look down on us. Besides, the delegate

a divorce with Zong Yanxi a year ago, Jiang Mohan had channeled all his energy into his work. After the merger of

course, he had a big role to

sincerity if I were to go

“But…”

sounded a little too cold for comfort. Evidently, he

continue speaking. Jiang Mohan’s personality was much colder now than it had been before. In the past, he used to listen to her and occasionally take her advice, but he had been growing colder to her of late. She could feel him

Ling Wei’s greatest desire was for Jiang Mohan to accept her as his

the table and pinched his nose bridge in exasperation. He didn’t know why he insisted on going to

Was he going just because her eyes looked like Zong Yanxi’s, and because her name shared the same character as

out of the French

car pulled up outside the international airport. Nan Cheng got out of the car and opened the door

feminine look, while a pair of ginormous sunglasses hid the top half of her face from view. Her red lips were succulent and lascivious. She wore a coat in the shade of camel brown, which was belted at the waist and revealed her exquisite figure. The six-inch heels

rang. She stopped in her tracks to

“Yanxi, do you really not need

the news. Naturally, he had

Zong Yanxi refused to let him interfere with

to find out what she was about to

If you do need my help, you have my number.” Zhuang Jiawen didn’t press the issue. He understood her

to get revenge by

flowed

“Be careful.”