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.

even recall when he began feeling that way, but that smile of hers

thought of it, he would feel

clear his head and

The next day.

squeaky phone alarm mercilessly aroused Zong Yanxi from her sweet slumber. She answered her mobile phone in annoyance.

“What news?” She asked.

a scandal about your ex-husband.” Gu Xian sounded

finally sat up, rubbing

“What scandal?” She asked.

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 of Jiang Mohan

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

his text message, and read on. It was common knowledge that tabloids

but refused to pay her

pay money when

Yanxi had not replied to him: You aren’t feeling upset

finally texted back: Why would I feel

you mean, why? Your ex-husband is

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

relief as he replied: Alright then. Have a

mobile phone and got off her bed. She had

what she did to her, she needed to gather evidence on the incident where

not contact those people involved, fearing that

do was to check for any footage or records of Ling Wei

surveillance footage would be worth a look

she

the span of a year, the place which used to be her residence had turned into a wasteland.

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

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

Reality hurts.

towards the door of the villa. The passcode there

the villa was stone cold. A thick layer of

her dream house when she

eyes watered

How pathetic! How foolish!

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

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

sat herself

since the divorce, the water

screen lit up in an

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

dismay, the footage for that exact

Ling Wei would have cleaned up the

it was impossible to commit a perfect crime. Even without that particular surveillance footage, she could still obtain evidence from the people

has to be a

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