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!”

still puzzled about who

“I’ll

moment. Eventually, he relented, “That man. The man who’s

her eyes widened. “You saw

nodded. “We look quite

asked, careful to keep her tone

“Outside the hotel.”

She gasped softly.

Guan is staying in

trouble between

don’t know.” He had never thought

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

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

could not exactly sympathize with him. She could not completely understand what he

them. Then, she lifted her glass to

try consoling me?” He

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

you stop triggering me?” He rolled his

a “what can you do” gesture. “I’m just saying the truth. I honestly can’t comprehend what

have a happy conversation with you?” He jumped to

a bad enough mood as it was. He did not

grabbed his arm. Sighing lightly, she stated, “Okay,

down

really. I’ll do whatever you want me

get

Seeing as you’re so

Xian blinked at her. “You think that I’m

She murmured, “Of course. Any child without a father is very

I’m supposed to hate

mentally smacked herself. Why does it feel like whatever I’ve

wine.” She tugged him to sit back down on