Stealing Your Heart

“Well, so is this true?” Zhuang Jiawen looked at his siblings and pressed, uncharacteristically interested in this little bit of gossip. He wanted to understand what happened then.

Zong Yanxi decided to satisfy his curiosity. She replied, “Yes, he was once in love with Mom.”

“Wow, he must be pretty persistent, huh? I heard from my parents that he has no children at all. Apparently, he didn’t marry his wife out of love,” Shen Xinyao said and snuck a furtive look at Bai Yinning. Although his looks had been tempered by age, it was evident that he had been a very handsome man in his heyday.

He had a very pleasant aura as well.

“Has his leg always been that way?” Zhuang Jiawen knew the least about him, and his questions were thus the most frivolous.

“Yes,” Shen Xinyao replied.

Zhuang Jiawen shot her a glance. “How do you know everything?”

“My parents told me about it,” she answered.

“Well, what else did your parents tell you? Tell me all about it,” Zhuang Jiawen said.

Shen Xinyao shook her head and said, “Nothing else.” She paused before adding, “He wasn’t a bad person.”

do you know all these?” If they weren’t in a mourning hall, Zhuang Jiawen would have given her cheek a good pinch.

Jiawen shot her another look. “Is that what your parents think

what I

the same woman even after so many years? I doubt someone like that could be a

himself unable to

silence, he said, “That

you hate him or

had no understanding of Bai Yinning as a person. However, when he found out that Bai Yinning used to like his mother back

Bai Yinning instead of

himself in his father’s

like him too from his own

he still had much admiration

he would be able to wait

Yinning for his persistence.

with her? If she found out that a man who loved her since her younger days continued to love her even

was standing by Zong Jinghao at the door. She looked rather solemn. He knew from years of

something for Bai Yinning, it would be a very small bit of affection compared to the love she felt for her

wanted his mother to