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 of her details matched that of the person he was thinking

eyes held an uncanny

her name.

name had a “Xi”

to the airport to welcome her?” Ling

flight arriving?” Jiang Mohan

“Three

his secretary a call. “Book the Rui Mei delegate a room in one of the top-class hotels

“Yes, President Jiang.”

He picked up another document from his desk

protested, “President Jiang, you don’t have to make a trip down to the airport

Jiang Mohan looked up at her and asked

humbling yourself like this, you might cause Rui Mei to look down on us. Besides, the delegate is merely the person-in-charge

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

had a big

were to

“But…”

too cold for comfort. Evidently, he didn’t wish to discuss

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,

hoped for. Ling Wei’s greatest desire was for Jiang Mohan to

and left the room. When the door clicked shut behind her, Jiang Mohan placed the documents onto the table and pinched his nose bridge in exasperation. He didn’t know why he insisted

even seen that delegate before. 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 windows,

got out of the car and opened the door for Jiang Mohan, who bent his head and stepped out

that it was easy to distinguish her from everyone else. Her long hair curled down to her waist, giving her a very feminine look, while a pair of ginormous sunglasses hid the

She stopped in

was calling her. “Yanxi, do you

news. Naturally, he had caught

Zong Yanxi refused to let him interfere

find out what she was about to do. There was always the fear of her secret

my number.” Zhuang Jiawen didn’t press the issue. He

Zong Yanxi was determined to get revenge by herself. If Zhuang Jiawen were in her shoes, he would be against the idea of receiving help

stubbornness flowed

“Be careful.”