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 that smile of hers always had a place

time he thought of it, he would feel

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

The next day.

squeaky phone alarm mercilessly aroused Zong Yanxi from her sweet slumber. She answered her mobile phone in annoyance. “Hey, go check out the news!” It was Gu Xian’s

“What news?” She asked.

your ex-husband.” Gu Xian sounded really

finally sat

“What scandal?” She asked.

the news article. Clicking on the link, the headlines read “President of Hengkang Group

text afterwards: What? Your ex-husband hits women? How violent! Did he hit

knowledge that tabloids would often

talked about how Jiang Mohan slept with a woman, but refused to pay her the amount she had in mind, causing things to end up in

amused. Refusing to pay money when he’s that rich? Fighting, even.

not replied to him: You aren’t feeling upset

Yanxi finally texted back: Why would I feel

 What do you mean, why? Your ex-husband is

unfazed as she replied: You’re right. He indeed is my ex-husband. I repeat, my

relief as he

away her mobile phone and got off her bed. She had

for what she did to her, she needed to gather evidence on the

people involved, fearing that her parents would find out

check for any footage or records of Ling Wei entering and leaving the

it had been quite some time since the incident happened, the surveillance footage would

she promptly left her

year, the place which used to be her residence had turned into a wasteland. Dried, dead leaves covered the courtyard,

using the old passcode to unlock the gate. To her surprise, the

courtyard, fleeting memories of the past flashed through her mind. Once upon a time, she genuinely believed that she would happily spend the rest of

Reality hurts.

walked towards the door of the villa. The passcode there

in the villa was stone cold. A thick layer of

yet, it used to be her dream house when she had just gotten married with

Yanxi’s eyes

How pathetic! How foolish!

study. The study was also the control room for the security systems of the

knew about every little design and detail of the

Zong Yanxi sat

the

lit

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

the footage for that exact time interval had already been

have cleaned up the footage to

Yanxi believed that it was impossible to commit a perfect crime. Even without that

has to be

computer, she hastily made her way out, knocking a book