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…

relaxed and asked, “Is

responding in agreement, Jiang Mohan opened the trunk to take out the groceries he bought.

followed behind

toured around the place. Then, she remarked, “The villa is nice, but the decor

by her; every single item was the fruit of

lovely

her heart was nothing but “ostentatious”. Others called them

Jiang Mohan had never really loved Zong Yanxi, nor had he treated this place as his home. Others thought they

without knowing it, foolishly thinking

Heh.

How ridiculous.

“I thought you

possible? This

it is,” he

he said, so she asked, “What

make yourself at

replied, drawing a line between them, “Home is a harbor and the embrace of a mother. But there is no safe harbor nor the

to her remark but simply said,

speaking, he carried the groceries

found that the place was exactly the same as before. Nothing

longer had the state of mind

quietly on the sofa. Taking out her phone, she sent a

his phone at the

sent

in the photo had luxuriant foliage and the flowers were beautiful. They

on the eaves of the pavilion swayed gently in the wind. A low, square table was placed on the carpet, adorned with fresh

Xinyao how to make a

Lin Xinyan had learned many traditional handicrafts and was used to the local life

enjoyed the peaceful

is teaching her future daughter-in-law to make a

text, Zong Yanxi smiled to herself

short while, he responded: Of course. She