Stealing Your Heart

Zong Yanxi frowned——a sign that she was angry. “President Jiang, why do you keep comparing me to a dead person? Are you cursing me?”

“She’s not dead.” Jiang Mohan stared at her affectionately.

Zong Yanxi could feel her heart tighten when he said that. “Y-Your wife is alive?”

“Yes. She’ll forever live in my heart,” Jiang Mohan said and walked into the kitchen.

The lady stared at him as he walked away. She could tell something didn’t feel right. His attitude kept giving her the feeling that he knew something.

Did I spill something?

It was then that Zong Yanxi recalled her visit to the study room. Before she left, she had forgotten to delete the footage that captured her entering and exiting the premises because the truth she learned that day had broken her heart and overwhelmed her.

Did he see the footage? Now that she was reminded of it, her heart began to race.

Zong Yanxi stood up and walked to the kitchen. As the familiar figure worked up and down in the kitchen, she suddenly called out, “Jiang Mohan.”

Jiang Mohan froze for a second, completely taken by surprise. He slowly turned around to look at the woman, “Ms. Lin, seeing that you’re addressing me by my full name, can I assume you’ve taken a liking to me?”

Zong Yanxi was speechless by his reaction. “I have a boyfriend…”

Hm, his expression doesn’t seem like he knows… Am I overthinking it?

is too young for you. He’s not

you please hurry up? I have something to do

“Sure thing.”

couldn’t help but smile. Even after changing her face, he still recognized her instantly.

and Jiang Mohan finally finished cooking. He set the food on the dining table

they were all foods that she loved. Sitting across the man made her think of their past, in which they would have lunch just

Mohan had always been a good cook. Perhaps because of his upbringing, he had mastered many skills that would enable him to take

his signature dishes. He had spent a lot of time perfecting them just so he could

by his subconscious effort and done without him

understand his actions if he knew his own feelings well enough. All he wanted was to make her

a taste.” Jiang Mohan passed

her food. “These are all things that I don’t like to eat. I don’t need to taste

just think of it as you showing me your gratitude for signing the contract. You are

you questioning me?” asked Zong Yanxi as

with you, that’s all. Didn’t you say you have things to

comment left her speechless. Never had she thought she would sit

now. Why should I care now that I’ve decided to forget about

the nostalgic flavor shrouding her taste buds. The meat was braised until it was soft and tender, and she could tell that the adequate amount of seasoning had penetrated it

“How does it taste?”

you should add more salt; it’s a