Stealing Your Heart

While his father was out there chasing his dreams, his mother had watched over their house alone as she took care of him.

What did she get in the end?

Jiang Jun had nothing to refute his son’s accusations with. After all, he was sad about his ex-wife’s death for a while. It was hard not to feel sad for the woman whom he had married and had a child with.

“Mohan, I’m sorry for everything that happened before. I apologize to you and your mother. Can you please give your brother a job so he stops messing around all day? Do it for your father,” Jiang Jun said in a pleading tone.

Jiang Mohan chuckled. “Is this why you suddenly became so sick I had to visit?”

“Mohan, half of the company is under your brother’s name. Are you planning to swallow all of it on your own?” Jiang Jun changed his tone. Clearly, bowing his head to his son wasn’t helping much.

Jiang Mohan stood up. “Take good care of yourself.”

After that, he started walking toward the door without even glancing at Jiang Jun.

“Jiang Mohan, how dare you? I’m your father!” Jiang Jun said angrily.

“So?” Jiang Mohan said, stopping and turning to look at Jiang Jun. “Is that why I have to look out for your son?”

Jiang Jun clenched his trembling fists. “You already have the company to yourself. Why is it so hard for you to give your brother a job? Are you really that cruel?”

Jiang Mohan walked toward the bed and looked at his father, towering over him. “Your company was already bankrupt. My mother’s money was what helped to fill in the gaps and stopped it from getting completely ruined. How is that cruel of me? Also, Qiu Mingyan managed to lose a thousand but you all pointed the finger at me. Do you still remember how you treated me then? Did I take the money?”

He had just moved in with the family when Qiu Mingyan lost the money. “There’s never been any outsiders in our house and I’ve never lost anything until a thousand disappeared from the allowance I keep in my drawer. I don’t know how that happened,” was what she had said.

She didn’t say anything outright, but it was clear that she was accusing Jiang Mohan of stealing since he was an “outsider.” Since the money had gone missing after he showed up, wasn’t she insinuating that Jiang Mohan was the thief?

Jiang Jun had also accused him of stealing and kept pestering for him to return the money.

Jiang Mohan claimed his innocence. Despite so, Jiang Jun didn’t believe him and forced him to apologize and return the money.

Jiang Mohan was a stubborn person, and since he really did not take the money. How could he admit to something like that?

Jiang Jun then started whipping him with his belt.

one side as her eyes flashed with happiness at

beating, he was locked away for three days and three nights without a drop of water to

taken the money. What exactly had Jiang Jun

you should have just asked from us.

up then, “Youqian’s still young. He’ll make mistakes. When he’s older, he’ll know not to do

his

In fact, he had beaten him severely and still refused to apologize after finding out Jiang Mohan was wrongfully accused. “Why are you

being stubborn then. He was simply holding onto his dignity. He’d rather get beaten than own up for something he didn’t

couldn’t even remember how many times it happened

said that I will not forgive anyone who wronged me and my mother.” He bent down and smirked. “You should thank me for not

“It’s good enough that you have a house like this

Mingyan. She was probably eavesdropping and didn’t expect Jiang Mohan to open the door so suddenly, so

walked past her. He knew exactly what this

streets were

were,

he was alone and

owned so much and yet felt so

must be hollowed out

have

parked the car in

full of life. Bright neon lights flashed and the smell of alcohol filled the air. A dance song pumped through the speakers and the people on the dance floor were dancing as if it was their last

to the bar and ordered a bottle of

was

bottle of liquor was

his glass once more and downed it

glass back on the counter, he continued to fill it up when a dainty hand with red painted nails rested on

sat down next

in his belly, Jiang Mohan didn’t feel drunk. He simply felt less

her decent figure. Her pale, slim legs were bare and

to control herself. After all, such a fine man was hard to come by in