Stealing Your Heart

Jiang Mohan’s domineering attitude left Zong Yanxi speechless as she silently followed him and lined up at the supermarket’s checkout counter.

“My ex-wife and I used to be like this, too. She stood by my side while I pushed the shopping cart.”

Zong Yanxi came from a prominent family so she did not need to do this kind of thing. But she had often come along with him, saying that she wanted to live a simple life like other ordinary people. She would take his arm and say, “It’s blissful to live a simple life.”

Back then, he didn’t understand the meaning of her words, but looking back he finally realized that she really loved him at the time.

Yet, he never cherished it, as all he could think about was the death of his mother.

“I’m not interested in your past relationship.” Looking straight ahead with a calm expression, Zong Yanxi did not evade his gaze.

Perhaps it was because she did not care anymore that she was no longer afraid. His words made her nervous previously because she was afraid he would find out her real identity.

But later, she found that mentioning his ex-wife was his habit.

Perhaps only when she was dead would he notice the love she had for him.

Soon, it was their turn to check out. Jiang Mohan pushed the cart forward and moved everything onto the counter to let the cashier scan the items.

After paying, they walked to his car.

Jiang Mohan placed the items he bought into the trunk of his car. He proceeded to start the engine and left with Zong Yanxi.

After a while, Zong Yanxi realized that he was driving in the direction of the villa, so she asked, “Where are we going, President Jiang?”

“My house,” said Jiang Mohan with his eyes on the road.

House?

Zong Yanxi now began to suspect that he had found out something. As far as she knew, the villa had been “abandoned”.

The car had reached its destination while she was still lost in thought. Even though they were only at the main gate, Zong Yanxi could tell that the place had been cleaned up. It now looked completely different from the last time when she came.

This…

calm, she tried to sound relaxed and asked, “Is this your house, President

opened the trunk to take out

followed behind

the first time and toured around the place.

everything here was decorated by her; every

she wanted a simple and lovely home with

she decorated with all her heart was nothing but “ostentatious”.

in his heart, Jiang Mohan had never really loved Zong Yanxi, nor had he treated this place as his home. Others thought they were a happy couple, but in

without knowing it, foolishly thinking

Heh.

How ridiculous.

a smile. “I thought you would like

is it possible? This is not my

is,” he muttered under his

Yanxi didn’t hear what he said, so she asked, “What did you say, President

make yourself

But there is no safe harbor nor the embrace of a mother for me here. How could it be my home?

into her eyes, Jiang Mohan did not respond to her remark but simply said, “Feel free to walk around, Ms.

speaking, he carried the groceries to

Yanxi found that the place was exactly the same as before. Nothing had changed except

state of

sofa. Taking out her phone, she sent a message to Zhuang Jiawen: Have you

at the moment because his reply

then sent

was sunny where he was. The trees in the photo had luxuriant foliage and the flowers were beautiful. They looked

pavilion swayed gently in the wind. A low, square table was placed on the carpet, adorned with fresh flowers that would be used

Xinyao how to make a

long time, Lin Xinyan had learned many

the peaceful

Jiawen texted: Mom is teaching her future daughter-in-law to make a flower

smiled to herself as she replied: Seems like

he responded: Of course.