Stealing Your Heart (Lin Xinyan) novel Chapter 322

Stealing Your Heart Chapter 322

All they could do now was to hide this murder from Lin Xinyan first until everything was confirmed.

“Do inform me of any progress.” Zong Jinghao checked the time. “I’ve got to leave now.”

“Alright.”

When they reached the door, Zong Jinghao paused in his stride.

“Since you’re all alone, come and join us for the reunion dinner.”

Shen Peichuan was not a local and his family was not in B City with him. Even in the past, he had hardly spent New Year’s Eve with his own family and would often gather with Zong Jinghao and Su Zhan instead. But this year, Su Zhan was married, and Zong Jinghao had to spend the new year with his kids. With the two of them being unable to gather outside, the still single Shen Peichuan was now lonelier than ever.

“Sure.”

Shen Peichuan smiled. “I thought that the both of you had forgotten about me after getting married.”

Zong Jinghao reminded him. “Don’t spill the tea.”

“I know that.”

With that, Zong Jinghao turned around and walked out of the villa. It was snowing heavily now, and his grey coat danced, in the icy cold wind as a small flake of snow hung on his hair. Taking out his car key, Zong Jinghao unlocked his car and climbed inside immediately.

He then rolled down his car window and gazed at the villa. When the villa was almost covered in snow, only then did he retract his gaze, as he soon drove away.

When he arrived home, Zong Jinghao could see the two red lanterns hanging on the eaves, which shone brightly through the falling snow.

He was then greeted by the sight of his children hanging up the Chinese New Year decorations. It was their first time spending the New Year with a complete family, hence they were very excited and had fun decorating the household.

Staying close to them were Zong Qifeng and Cheng Yuxiu, who were afraid that the children would fall down and hurt themselves.

Aunt Yu came over to take his coat.

“Where’s Xinyan?” Zong Jinghao asked.

“In the room,” Aunt Yu answered.

“She slept for the whole afternoon?” Zong Jinghao asked again.

Aunt Yu shook her head. “We went shopping just now,” she bragged.

“She had even bought me a new coat. I have never met such a kind-hearted girl, throughout my entire life.” Aunt Yu choked out as she spoke.

She was never married, hence she had no children of her own. Zong Jinghao was nice to her and had even given her a lot of money for her expenses, but no one else had ever thought of buying something for her.

Zong Jinghao patted her shoulders. “I’ll go up and check on her.”

“Go then,” Aunt Yu uttered with a grin.

Upstairs, Lin Xinyan sat by the window with her pillow, as she stared at the falling snow outside.

She was so engrossed in the view that she didn’t hear the room door opening behind her.

“What are you thinking about?” Zong Jinghao came over and placed his hands on her shoulders.

Lin Xinyan turned around at his words. Zong Jinghao could see that her eyes were red, and he stroked her face endearingly. “Why?”

“I miss my mother.” Lin Xinyan wrapped her arms around his waist. She had actually wanted to visit her mother at the Lin Residence, but she was scared she would quarrel with her mother again.

They had always spent the New Year together. This year was the first time that she did not spend it with Zhuang Zijin, and Lin Xinyan felt really upset about that.

“Shall we invite her over?” Zong Jinghao asked cautiously.

Nonetheless, Lin Xinyan shook her head. “No need for that; I’m just scared that we’ll quarrel again. I just don’t understand why she would remarry a selfish man like Lin Guoan. She’s the one who should know better.”

“Don’t waste your energy thinking about sad things then. You should change now; we’re going out for the reunion dinner soon.” Zong Jinghao tried to distract her.

“Oh, yes! I’ve bought you a new suit. Come and try it on.” Lin Xinyan let go of Zong Jinghao and went to her shopping bags in her slippers. She then opened the sealed bag and took out the suit. “I think that it will look good on you, so I bought it.”

Zong Jinghao’s clothes were all custom-made overseas. He didn’t have to shop for clothes, as the boutique had records of his size and would send him his clothes for different seasons all year round.

Lin Xinyan returned in excitement. “Can you try it now?”