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.

that way, but

of it, he would feel his heart

time to clear

The next day.

alarm mercilessly aroused Zong Yanxi from her sweet slumber. She answered her

“What news?” She asked.

a scandal about your ex-husband.” Gu

sat up,

“What scandal?” She asked.

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

 What? Your ex-husband hits women? How violent! Did

was common knowledge that tabloids would often blow things out of proportion just to get more

a woman, but refused to pay her the amount she

 Refusing to pay money when

Zong Yanxi had not replied to him: You

Yanxi finally texted back: Why

Your ex-husband is hooking

He indeed is my ex-husband. I repeat, my ex-husband. Hence, it is

relief as he replied:

got off her bed. She

get back at Ling Wei for what she did to

no leads, and dared not contact those people involved, fearing that her parents would find out about

Yanxi could do was to check for any footage or records of Ling Wei entering and leaving the

the surveillance footage would be worth a

she promptly left her

which used to be her residence had turned into a wasteland. Dried, dead leaves covered the courtyard, and thorny weeds infested the

passcode to unlock the gate. To her surprise, the gate swung right open. Jiang Mohan did

flashed through her mind. Once upon a

Reality hurts.

of the villa. The passcode there was also

in the villa was stone cold. A thick layer of

yet, it used to be her dream house when she

eyes watered

How pathetic! How foolish!

walking towards the study. The study was also the control room for

about every

sat herself

Mohan had moved out since the divorce,

lit up in an

system, and entered the date and time

the footage for that exact time

have cleaned up the footage

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

has to be a

her way out, knocking a book off