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.

when he began feeling that way, but that smile

time he thought of it,

took him a long time to clear his head and get on his

The next day.

answered her

“What news?” She asked.

scandal about your ex-husband.”

finally sat up, rubbing her

“What scandal?” She asked.

ended the call to send Zong Yanxi the link to the news article. Clicking on the link, the headlines read “President

Your

was common knowledge that tabloids would

woman, but refused to pay her the amount she had in mind, causing things to end up

rather amused. Refusing to pay money when

not replied to him: You aren’t feeling upset about this,

back: Why would I

why? Your ex-husband is hooking up with other woman in

Yanxi was unfazed as she replied: You’re right. He indeed is my ex-husband. I repeat, my ex-husband. Hence, it is none

relief as he

phone and got off

did to her, she needed to

dared not contact those people involved, fearing

for any footage or records of Ling Wei

happened, the surveillance footage would be worth a look because the place had a

having breakfast, she promptly left her

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

gate. To her surprise, the gate swung right open. Jiang Mohan did not change the

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

Reality hurts.

of

the villa was stone cold. A thick layer of dust masked every inch of

used to be her dream house when

eyes

How pathetic! How foolish!

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

years, she knew about every little design and detail of the villa at

Yanxi sat herself down before

since the divorce, the water

lit

security system, and entered the date and time of the

her dismay, the footage for that

would have cleaned up the footage to hide

was impossible to commit a perfect crime. Even without

to be

her way out, knocking