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 about

offered, “I’ll drink

he relented, “That man. The man who’s probably

her eyes widened. “You saw

“We look

careful to keep her tone

“Outside the hotel.”

She gasped softly.

Guan is staying in

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 to meet with him or reunite with

He had never thought about

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

more accurate to say I kinda hate

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

for each of them. Then,

to try consoling me?” He

in a blissful, happy

stop triggering me?”

“I’m just saying the truth. I honestly can’t comprehend what

have a happy conversation with you?” He jumped

a bad enough mood as it was. He did not need

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

looked down at

do whatever you want

get a

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

at her. “You

up 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 single

wine.” She tugged him to