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?

young for you. He’s

so nineteenth century,” Zong Yanxi scoffed. “Can you please hurry

“Sure thing.”

she was, the man couldn’t help but smile. Even after changing her face, he still recognized her instantly. The personality and air that she carried had

hour had passed and Jiang Mohan finally finished cooking. He set the food on the

the man made her think of their past,

because of his upbringing, he had mastered many skills that would enable him to take care

his signature dishes. He had spent a lot

would cook quite frequently. It was driven by his subconscious effort and done without him realizing his reason

knew his own feelings well enough. All

Mohan passed her a

don’t like to

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

Zong Yanxi as she glanced at the food

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

she thought she would sit across him at the same table

flustered by now. Why should I care now that I’ve

of the food and found 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 deeply. His food was as tasty as how she

“How does it taste?”

you should add more salt; it’s