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!”

stared at him blankly, still puzzled about who he

“I’ll

he relented, “That man.

eyes widened. “You saw

“We look

asked, careful to keep her

“Outside the hotel.”

She gasped softly.

in

thought, she continued, “If your appearance leads to trouble between him

know.” He had never thought about

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

say I kinda hate him. Then again, I really want to know what kind of man he is. In the end, he’s

Zong Yanxi could not exactly sympathize

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

even going to try consoling me?” He raised an

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

triggering me?”

gesture. “I’m just

conversation with you?” He jumped to his

was already in a bad enough mood as it was. He did not

arm. Sighing lightly, she stated,

down

really. I’ll do whatever you want

get a

you’re so pitiful, I’ll

at her. “You think that I’m pitiful

embrace. She murmured,

supposed to

herself. Why does it feel like whatever I’ve said today was the

tugged him to sit back down on