Stealing Your Heart

Standing at the entrance, she looked up at the magnificent building and curled her lips into a cold smile.

How stupid of me to believe in every word he said… I have always trusted in him wholeheartedly, loving him with all my heart, but look what I get at the end?

“Ms. Lin.” Nan Cheng approached her. “You’re here ahead of time.”

Zong Yanxi looked professional in her workwear, with her hair styled into a bun. “I came early because our company values our collaboration greatly. Hopefully, there will be a fruitful negotiation today.”

“This way, please.” Nan Cheng made a gesture for her to enter.

Zong Yanxi made her way into the building. In an instant, a lot of familiar faces came into sight. It seemed like not much had changed though a year had passed since the day she left. However, she knew everything was no longer the same. She was not her old self anymore, and her state of mind had changed as well.

“Is President Jiang married yet?” she asked casually.

It took a moment before Nan Cheng responded, trying to sound euphemistic. “He is still single.”

“Oh.” Zong Yanxi seemed unconcerned.

After they came out of the elevator, Nan Cheng led her all the way to the meeting room and pushed open the door. “Ms. Lin, please take a seat. President Jiang will be here in a minute.”

Zong Yanxi slightly nodded and entered the meeting room. She settled down in the seat and placed her documents on the table, waiting for Jiang Mohan’s arrival.

Right then, a secretary brought her a glass of water.

“Thanks.” She took a sip of it, then casting her eyes over the empty meeting room as she put the glass down.

“President Jiang.”

Zong Yanxi straightened up the moment she heard the sound of the secretary greeting Jiang Mohan from outside the meeting room.

She could hear his familiar footsteps coming closer and closer. Her heart stirred at his familiar scent, but she managed to collect herself.

Nan Cheng followed suit as Jiang Mohan made his way to the other side of the long conference table and took a seat opposite Zong Yanxi.

look at it.” Zong Yanxi pushed

Mohan took the document and flipped it

supported by two considerably large trust companies in the industry. It is unlikely that they will let us buy out Xinhai’s shares. If we

his gaze from the contract

any problem?” asked Zong Yanxi with a

the document aside. “Well, no pain, no gain. It’s reasonable for each company to contribute equally to this acquisition project. But I have one condition—we are acquiring Xinhai Investment in the name of Hengkang Group, and you

takeover Xinhai Investment in the name of Rui Mei? I know it’s just a

We’ll carry out the acquisition in the name of Rui Mei, but there’s no room for negotiation in terms of interest. Hengkang Group will hold fifty-two percent of the shares.” This was the negotiating tactic that usually got him the best deal. As a profit-oriented businessman, he was not

had been together for a long time. It was within her expectation that this man wouldn’t make any concession. “As you know, it is not an easy feat to buy out Xinhai Investment. We can carry out the acquisition project under the name of Hengkang Group, but Rui Mei

the table. With an overbearing aura, he looked down at Zong Yanxi. “Ms. Lin, you look rather young. I wonder how is it possible for someone your age to take charge of this millions worth

much older than me either, but…” Zong Yanxi smiled faintly as she gave a resigned shrug. “You’re already the president

she looked straight into his eyes and retorted, “President Jiang, I wonder how is it possible for someone your age to become the president

eyes upon meeting her gaze. “Who

leaned back in her chair. “President Jiang,

 It is two completely different faces, but why does

interrupted his train of thoughts. “President Jiang, what do you think about my suggestion? If there’s no problem, we can sign the contract today, and then our

her. “Ms. Lin, with regards to the

word. “We’ll do according to Ms. Lin’s suggestion.” With

at his superior

it.” Jiang Mohan closed the document, handing it over

he would accept her suggestion with alacrity, thinking

contract. To his disappointment, unlike the person he had in mind who

my Chinese handwriting is

his eyes downwards to

document. Then, she took the initiative to stretch her hand out for a handshake.

Mohan reached over and shook her hand, but he didn’t retract it immediately. Instead, he held onto her hand and asked, “Have

why are you asking me this?”

returned to his senses and excused himself. “I have something to attend to, so I’ll be