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.

kids and your shop, so how about you leave this to me?” Suddenly, she realized how suspicious that sounded,

“I know.”

trusted her

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

whole room went silent

going to accept only one student?” Su Zhan asked. It’s not like they’re in the ancient times where a martial arts master could only take in one student in their whole life, not to mention that the

chose Lin Xinyan personally. Did he think that

“If you want to learn the art of

do so, yet she struggled to understand why

That made her surprised.

felt uneasy about this, so she didn’t agree to

voice rumbled from the back of the living room. Zong Jinghao

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

the old man’s gaze. The

to cough to

to trust me, and I don’t bother teaching anyone who isn’t honest.

yelled after him. Maybe all art practitioners

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

to master this art, it would be a great help to

both kids with much to spare, so she no longer

of the title of “Zong Jinghao’s wife”, and the last thing she wanted to become was

and she 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 children

refused to follow her mother’s footsteps and became reliant on another man. No hobbies, no job, and

and suffering she went through as a kid remained fresh in her memory,

“Please be my master.”

old man froze for a moment, before turning around to face her. “Are

she answered without looking at Zong

she could deal with

figure behind her, before saying, “You’ll have to stay here for a

was fine with staying, but she couldn’t help but

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

probably didn’t want to commit because of