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!”

at him blankly, still puzzled about who

“I’ll drink with

a moment. Eventually, he

eyes widened. “You

“We look quite

asked, careful to keep her tone

“Outside the hotel.”

She gasped softly.

in

“If your appearance leads to trouble between him and his family, would you still want to meet

He had never thought

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

it’s probably more accurate to say I kinda hate him. Then again, I really want to know what kind

never been in the same situation before, Zong Yanxi could not exactly sympathize with him. She could not completely understand what he

wine bottle, she poured a glass for each of them. Then, she lifted her glass to clink with his.

consoling me?” He raised an

know how,” she confessed honestly. “I grew up in a blissful, happy family. I can’t understand what you’re feeling right

triggering me?” He rolled

gesture. “I’m just

I have a happy conversation with you?” He jumped to

mood as it was. He did not need

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

looked down

really. I’ll do whatever you want

get a

you’re so pitiful,

blinked at her. “You

to pull him into an embrace. She murmured,

supposed to

does it feel like whatever I’ve said today

wine.” She tugged him to sit back down on the