Stealing Your Heart

Gu Xian was standing by the door with a plastic bag of food in one hand and a bottle of white wine in the other.

Zong Yanxi eyed him curiously. “What are you-?”

“Drink with me?” Gu Xian brushed past her as he entered.

Zong Yanxi shut the door and followed him. Something seems wrong with him.

“Gu Xian, did something happen?” she asked.

He placed the items that he had brought on the table.

Right then, Zong Yanxi’s phone chimed from where she had tossed it on the couch. It was another message from Zhuang Jiawen.

Gu Xian glanced over curiously, questioning, “Who are you talking to?”

She walked over to pick up her phone and read the message.

Uncle Guan is in room 908. You can ask him yourself.

She replied to him with: …

He sent her another text: You’re well aware that someone has been helping you from the shadows.

“Who is it?” Gu Xian craned his neck over to look.

She instinctively hid her phone behind her back, not wanting him to see the contents of the message.

“So now you’re keeping a secret from me? What is it you’re hiding?” Gu Xian huffed unhappily. He plopped down on the couch and continued, “And here I thought you could comfort me since I’m in a foul mood. Instead, you’ve only exacerbated things.”

Zong Yanxi sat down and tilted her head at him. “Why are you in a foul mood?”

He opened up the containers of food before uncorking the bottle of wine. Only then did he answer, “I think I might have bumped into that person today.”

“Who?” She had absolutely no idea who he was talking about.

person!” he

stared at him blankly, still puzzled about who he

“I’ll drink with

he relented, “That man. The

this, her eyes

nodded. “We look

careful to keep

“Outside the hotel.”

She gasped softly.

is staying in this hotel.

thought, she continued, “If your appearance leads to trouble between him and his family, would you

don’t know.” He had never thought

wanted to search for his father, to know who he was. However, he had never thought

a terrible dilemma here. I’m pretty hung up on him, but it’s probably more accurate to say I kinda hate

sympathize

them. Then, she lifted her glass

going to try consoling

honestly. “I grew up in a blissful, happy family. I can’t understand what you’re feeling

you stop triggering me?” He

you do” gesture. “I’m just saying the truth.

conversation with you?” He

was already in a bad enough mood as it was. He did not need her to make it

his arm. Sighing lightly, she stated, “Okay, I got.

down

I’ll do whatever

get

“Fine… Seeing as you’re so pitiful,

“You think that

response, she stood up to pull him into an embrace. She murmured,

supposed

mentally smacked herself. Why does it feel like whatever I’ve said today was the wrong thing every single

drink some wine.” She tugged him to