Stealing Your Heart

Jiang Mohan walked towards Zong Yanxi as he turned to glance at the movie posters at the entrance of the cinema.

“Are you here alone?” He asked.

Zong Yanxi chuckled, “There isn’t anyone else here to keep me company, is there?”

“Which one did you watch?” For some reason, he felt curious about it.

There were three new movies being screened that month, including those of the sci-fi and romance genres.

Zong Yanxi turned around to look at him. “Lovestruck,” she said.

“Ms. Lin, do you have a boyfriend?” Jiang Mohan asked again.

“President Jiang, you seem to be really interested in my personal affairs,” Zong Yanxi laughed.

Jiang Mohan felt a little embarrassed.

His questions seemed to come to mind naturally, and he simply asked without thinking twice.

“Sorry about that.” He pulled a serious face. “It’s getting pretty late. You should go back soon and have a good rest,” he said, walking off to his car.

Zong Yanxi stayed put. As she watched him leave, she suddenly called out to him, “President Jiang, have you ever been in love?”

Jiang Mohan stopped in his tracks, turning around.

“I know that this is not related to work, so there’s no need to answer me. It was a good movie by the way. If you have the time, it might be good entertainment for you,” she continued before walking off.

At that moment, she could not help but wonder if he had ever felt attracted to her in the days that they had spent together.

Does it really matter though? Like that would change a thing.

She smiled bitterly and took a deep breath.

Jiang Mohan simply stood there. The poster for the movie “Lovestruck” caught his eye.

It seemed to depict a love story between two childhood friends.

He shifted his gaze towards Lin Ruixi, but he could somehow see the shadow of another woman on her.

No, that’s Lin Ruixi! Why am I always seeing things?

He was sick of feeling that way. She is irreplaceable. I shouldn’t feel that way.

Even as he got in his car, he turned back again to look at that poster. Memories flooded his mind.

He first met her at a very young age.

She had a smile that warmed his heart like rays of sunshine.

Jiang Mohan’s eyes darkened with a tinge of passion and love that he was unaware of.

recall when he began feeling that way, but

he thought of it, he

long time to clear his head

The next day.

mercilessly aroused Zong Yanxi from her sweet slumber. She answered her mobile phone in annoyance. “Hey, go check

“What news?” She asked.

scandal about your ex-husband.” Gu

finally sat up, rubbing

“What scandal?” She asked.

the link, the headlines read “President of Hengkang Group Exposed,”

Xian followed up with a text afterwards: What? Your ex-husband hits women?

on. It was common knowledge that tabloids would often blow things out of

pay her the amount she had in mind, causing things to

rather amused. Refusing to pay money

texted again, worried because Zong Yanxi had not replied to him: You aren’t

texted back: Why would

Your ex-husband is hooking up

right. He indeed is my ex-husband. I repeat, my ex-husband. Hence, it is none

relief as he replied: Alright

Yanxi put away her mobile phone and got off her bed. She had work

at Ling Wei for what she did to her, she needed to

had no leads, and dared not contact those people involved, fearing

any footage or records of Ling Wei entering and leaving the villa where the former used to live with

quite some time since the incident happened, the surveillance footage would

breakfast, she promptly

place which used to be her residence had turned into a wasteland. Dried, dead

the gate swung right open. Jiang Mohan did not

Once upon a time, she genuinely believed that she would happily spend the rest of

Reality hurts.

towards the door of

the villa was stone cold. A thick layer

to be her dream house when she had just gotten married with Jiang

Yanxi’s eyes

How pathetic! How foolish!

her feet, walking towards the study. The study was also the control room for

there for three years, she knew about every little design and

the study, Zong Yanxi sat herself down

the divorce, the water and electricity were not

lit up in an

security system, and entered the date and time of the footage she needed to

that exact time

Ling Wei would have cleaned up the

was impossible to commit a perfect crime. Even without that particular surveillance footage, she could still

has to be a

computer, she hastily made her way out, knocking