Stealing Your Heart

“You are…”

“Master Cheng, we’re here to learn how to make tea silk from you,” Bai Yinning explained.

The old man’s gaze swept across the group of them standing in his yard. His wrinkled eyes squinted for a second, before he turned around the entered the house. “Follow me.”

The living room of the house was rather small, so their bodyguards stayed outside.

Even so, there wasn’t enough space for everyone.

The furniture in the house were very simple as well – eight stools, a couple of paintings on the wall, as well as a bunch of bamboo baskets resting on the floor, looking slightly out of place. There was a tea table in the middle of the room, and the old man sat down near it.

He lit a cigarette and asked, “So which one of you guys want to learn…?”

Lin Xinyan stepped forward while holding Lin Xichen’s hand. “I would like to learn how to make tea silk from you, if you are willing to teach me. I would also like to invite you to help me out at my shop, and the wages are your call.”

The old man sucked in a deep breath, before spitting out a huge cloud of smoke. The smell in the room was interesting, rather than the suffocating smell of smoke from commercial cigarettes, the smell that permeated the room had faintly resembled some kind of herb.

Zong Jinghao furrowed his brows. If not for Lin Xinyan, he would never have thought of coming to this place.

The old man studied Lin Xinyan from head to toe, his gaze finally coming to rest on the jade bangle on her wrist. His eyes flitted towards Bai Yinning, who gave him a reassuring nod.

The old man pulled back his gaze and said, “I can teach you, but I won’t leave this place.”

Their interaction seemed cryptic, yet Zong Jinghao could see everything clearly, though he pretended not to care.

The corners of his lips curved upwards.

He wanted to see why Bai Yinning tricked Lin Xinyan into coming here.

His face remained stoic, as though he was not meant to participate in the action at all.

“Sure,” Lin Xinyan said.

“You’re going to have a tough time. Are you up to it?” The old man asked.

me learning it?” Qin Ya asked. “You have to take care of two kids and your shop, so how about

“I know.”

trusted

Qin Ya completely and said, “I’m only going to teach her

silent at the

in the ancient times where a martial arts master could only take

Did he think that

was calm, and he ignored Su Zhan completely while focusing his gaze on Lin Xinyan instead. “If you want to learn the art of tea silk weaving from

was more than happy to do so, yet she struggled to understand why he picked

That made her surprised.

uneasy about this, so she didn’t

of the living room. Zong Jinghao

its rays illuminating the grains of dust floating through the air. He squinted just a little bit as he studied

looking up to meet the old man’s gaze. The latter was

to

and I don’t bother teaching anyone who isn’t honest. Please leave,” the old man said, before getting up and opening a side

yelled after him. Maybe all art practitioners had

the designs of her clothes, but also

to master this art, it would be

and Lin Ruixi were comfortable with Zong Jinghao, and his fortune would be able to provide for both kids with much to spare, so she no longer needed to plan for her kids’ future like she did before. However, she didn’t want

title of “Zong Jinghao’s wife”, and the last thing

won’t flaunt the riches that belonged to him. Furthermore, she won’t agree to submit herself to him just because she gave birth to two

Xinyan, and she refused to follow her mother’s footsteps and became reliant on another

she went through as a kid remained fresh in her memory, even after her life improved under the protection of Zong

“Please be my master.”

old man froze for a moment, before turning around to face

am,” she answered without

was something she could deal with

saying, “You’ll have to stay here for

fine with staying, but she couldn’t help

ordeal,” the old man sneered at Lin Xinyan. He felt

didn’t want to