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 snapped

puzzled about

she offered, “I’ll drink with

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

this, her eyes widened. “You saw

“We

she asked, careful to keep

“Outside the hotel.”

She gasped softly.

staying in this hotel. He’s

Gu Xian,” she spoke up cautiously. After some thought, she continued, “If your appearance leads to trouble between him and his family, would you still want

don’t know.” He had never thought

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

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

exactly sympathize

a glass for each of them. Then, she

try consoling me?”

in a blissful,

me?”

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

a happy conversation with you?” He jumped to his feet

in a bad enough mood as it was.

arm. Sighing lightly, she stated, “Okay, I got. I was wrong. I’ll comfort

looked down at her.

I’ll do whatever you want me

I get

you’re so pitiful,

“You

to pull him into an embrace. She murmured, “Of course. Any child without a

supposed

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

tugged him to sit back down