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.

That person!”

him blankly, still puzzled

“I’ll

her for a moment. Eventually, he relented, “That man. The man who’s probably

eyes widened. “You saw

nodded. “We

she asked, careful to

“Outside the hotel.”

She gasped softly.

is staying in this hotel.

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

don’t know.” He had never

search for his father, to know who he was. However, he had never thought about what he would

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

in the same situation before, Zong Yanxi could not exactly sympathize with

poured a glass for each of them. Then, she lifted her glass to

to try consoling me?” He raised

know how,” she confessed honestly. “I grew up in a blissful, happy family. I

you stop triggering me?” He

can you do” gesture. “I’m just saying

happy conversation with you?” He jumped to his

it was.

stated, “Okay, I got. I was wrong. I’ll

looked down at her.

do whatever

I get a

you’re so pitiful, I’ll sacrifice myself for

“You think that I’m

embrace. She murmured, “Of course.

supposed to

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

some wine.” She tugged him to sit back