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

him blankly, still puzzled about who he was referring

“I’ll drink

he

this, her eyes

nodded. “We look

to keep her tone

“Outside the hotel.”

She gasped softly.

staying in this

leads to trouble between him and his family, would you still

know.” He had never

had always wanted to search for his father, to know who he was. However, he

I’m pretty hung up on him, but it’s probably more accurate to say I kinda hate him. Then again, I really want to know what kind of man he is. In the end, he’s still my father

never been in the same situation before, Zong Yanxi could not exactly sympathize with

them. Then, she lifted her glass to clink with his. “Stop thinking

consoling me?” He raised an eyebrow at

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

stop triggering me?”

do” gesture. “I’m just saying the truth. I honestly can’t

you?” He jumped to his feet

as it was. He did not need her to make

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

looked down at

do whatever you want

get a

you’re so pitiful, I’ll

at her. “You think

him into an embrace. She murmured, “Of course. Any child

supposed

 Why does it feel like whatever

She tugged him to sit