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 of hers always had a place in his

he thought of it, he would feel

long time to clear his head and get on his

The next day.

slumber. She answered her mobile phone in annoyance. “Hey, go check out the news!” It was Gu

“What news?” She asked.

a scandal about your ex-husband.” Gu

sat up,

“What scandal?” She asked.

send Zong Yanxi the link to the news article. Clicking on the link, the headlines read “President of Hengkang Group Exposed,” and the article showed an image

a text afterwards: What? Your ex-husband hits women? How

and read on. It was common knowledge that tabloids would

pay her the amount she had in mind,

amused. Refusing to pay money

Xian texted again, worried because Zong Yanxi had not replied

finally texted back:

responded: What do you mean, why? Your ex-husband is hooking up with other

is my ex-husband. I repeat, my ex-husband. Hence, it is none of

sigh of relief as he replied: Alright then. Have a great

away her mobile phone and got off her

get back at Ling Wei for what she did to her, she needed to gather evidence on

involved, fearing that her parents

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

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

she promptly left

had turned into a wasteland. Dried, dead leaves covered the courtyard, and thorny weeds

passcode to unlock the gate. To her surprise, the gate swung

upon a time, she genuinely believed that she would

Reality hurts.

towards the door of the villa.

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

yet, it used to be her dream house when

Yanxi’s eyes watered

How pathetic! How foolish!

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

she knew about every little design and

the study, Zong Yanxi sat

Jiang Mohan had moved out since the divorce, the water and electricity

screen lit up in

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

her dismay, the footage for that

of course Ling Wei would have cleaned

to commit a perfect crime. Even without that particular surveillance footage,

to be a

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