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?

boyfriend is too young for you.

please

“Sure thing.”

changing her face, he still recognized

had passed and Jiang Mohan finally finished cooking. He

glanced across the table and realized they were all foods that she loved. Sitting across the man made

Perhaps because of his upbringing, he had mastered many skills

his signature dishes. He had spent a lot of

It was driven by his

actions if he knew his own feelings well enough. All he

Mohan

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

of getting angry, the man smiled. “Ms. Lin, just think of it as you showing me your gratitude for signing the contract. You

Zong Yanxi as she glanced at the food

want to have a simple meal with you, that’s all. Didn’t you say you have things to do later? We’d better hurry up so

would sit across him

wasn’t as 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

“How does it taste?”

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