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.

what about me learning it?” Qin Ya asked. “You have to take care of two kids and your shop, so how about you leave this to me?” Suddenly, she realized how suspicious that sounded, and she

“I know.”

trusted

ignored Qin Ya completely and said,

silent at

they’re in the ancient times where a martial arts master could only take in one student

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

while focusing his gaze on Lin Xinyan instead. “If you want to learn the art of tea silk

to do so, yet she struggled

That made her surprised.

about this, so she didn’t agree

voice rumbled from the back of the living room. Zong Jinghao didn’t lift his gaze from his daughter whom he

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

Zong Jinghao asked, finally looking up to meet the old man’s gaze. The latter was slightly taken aback by this sudden

to cough to

who isn’t honest. Please leave,” the old man said,

all art practitioners had the same weird temper, she

the designs of her clothes, but also the materials used to

this art, it would be a great help

with much to spare, so she no longer needed

“Zong Jinghao’s wife”, and the

support to grow, and she won’t flaunt the riches that belonged to him. Furthermore, she

remained Lin Xinyan, and she refused to follow her mother’s footsteps and became reliant on another man. No hobbies,

she went through as a kid remained fresh in her memory, even after

“Please be my master.”

before turning around to face her. “Are

I am,” she answered without

something she could deal with

“You’ll have to stay here for a couple of weeks if you truly want

but she couldn’t help but hesitate

easy to learn tea silk weaving anyway, and not many could survive the ordeal,” the old man

didn’t want to commit