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…

to sound relaxed and

Jiang Mohan opened the trunk to take out the groceries he bought.

followed

time and toured around the place.

her; every single item was the fruit of her

time, she wanted a simple and lovely home with him, one

decorated with all her heart was nothing but “ostentatious”. Others called them a match made in heaven, but everything was just a

he treated this place as his home. Others thought they were a happy couple, but in fact, everything was

without knowing it, foolishly thinking

Heh.

How ridiculous.

Mohan flashed her a smile. “I thought you would like it

is it possible? This is

is,” he

what he said, so she asked,

said, make

a mother. But there is no safe harbor nor the embrace of a mother for me here. How could it be my home? I dare not treat this

to her remark but simply

he carried the

the place was exactly the same as before.

longer had the state of

in the house and merely sat quietly on the sofa. Taking out her phone, she sent

the moment because his reply was

then sent

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

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

Xinyan was teaching Shen Xinyao

a long time, Lin Xinyan had learned many traditional handicrafts and was used to the local life and

the peaceful life

teaching her

photo and Zhuang Jiawen’s text, Zong Yanxi smiled to herself as

while, he responded: Of course. She