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.

your shop, so how about you leave

“I know.”

trusted her

and said, “I’m only going to

silent at

accept only one student?” Su Zhan asked. It’s not like they’re in the ancient times where a martial arts master could only

even chose Lin Xinyan personally. Did he think that Lin Xinyan had

man 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 me, you have to make

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

That made her surprised.

this, so she didn’t agree

wife? Why did you pick her?” A low voice rumbled from the back of the living room. Zong Jinghao didn’t lift his gaze from his daughter whom he was playing with, as though nothing in this

at him. The sunlight shone through the windows, its rays illuminating the grains of dust floating through the air. He squinted just a little bit as he studied the well-chiseled face in front of him. His hand that was holding onto the cigarette

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

cough to avoid

me, and I don’t bother teaching anyone who isn’t honest. Please leave,” the old man said,

Lin Xinyan yelled after him. Maybe all art practitioners had the same weird temper,

designer, she didn’t want to perfect only the designs of her clothes, but

it would be a great help to her

much to spare, so she no longer needed to plan for her kids’ future like she did before. However, she didn’t want to give

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

vine that needed support to grow, and she won’t flaunt the riches that belonged to him. Furthermore, she won’t agree to submit herself to him just because she

footsteps and became reliant on another man. No hobbies, no job, and no socializing led to her living in

a kid remained fresh in her memory, even after her life improved

“Please be my master.”

moment, before turning around

I am,” she answered without looking at

she

her, before saying, “You’ll have to stay here for a couple of weeks if you truly

couldn’t help but hesitate when she

not that easy to learn tea silk weaving anyway, and not many could survive the ordeal,” the old man sneered at Lin Xinyan. He felt that it was ridiculous for someone to want to learn tea silk weaving but not willing to do the

didn’t want to commit because