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.

began feeling that way, but that smile of

time he thought of it,

a long time to clear his head and get

The next day.

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

“What news?” She asked.

a scandal about your ex-husband.”

finally sat up,

“What scandal?” She asked.

Yanxi the link to the news article. Clicking on the link, the headlines read “President of

followed up with a text afterwards: What? Your ex-husband hits women? How violent! Did he

ignored his text message, and read on. It was common knowledge that tabloids would often blow

talked about how Jiang Mohan slept with a woman, but refused to pay her

rather amused. Refusing to pay money when

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

texted back: Why would I

why? Your ex-husband

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

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

Yanxi put away her mobile phone and got off her

back at Ling Wei for what she did to her,

and dared not contact those people involved, fearing that her parents would find out about what she was

footage or records of Ling Wei entering and leaving

happened, the surveillance footage would be worth a look

breakfast, she promptly left her

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

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

of the past flashed through her mind. Once upon a time, she genuinely believed

Reality hurts.

walked towards the door of the villa. The passcode there was

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

to be her dream house when she

Yanxi’s eyes watered

How pathetic! How foolish!

the study. The study was also the

about every little design and

study, Zong Yanxi sat herself down before the

since the divorce, the water and electricity were not

computer screen lit

security system, and entered the

footage for that exact time interval had already been

would have cleaned up the

a perfect crime. Even without

to be a

down the computer, she hastily made her way out,