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 you leave this to me?” Suddenly, she realized how suspicious that sounded, and she hurried explained, “I won’t

“I know.”

Xinyan trusted

man, however, ignored Qin Ya completely and said, “I’m only going to

went silent

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 old

Did he think that Lin Xinyan had some

while focusing his gaze on Lin Xinyan instead. “If you

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

That made her surprised.

so

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 world was worth his attention besides

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

man’s

cough to avoid

honest. Please leave,” the

him. Maybe all art practitioners had the same

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

art, it would be a great help to her

much to spare, so she no longer needed to plan

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

that belonged to him. Furthermore, she

reliant on another man. No hobbies, no job, and no socializing led to her living in poverty after being

kid remained fresh in her memory, even after her life improved under the

“Please be my master.”

for a moment, before turning

I am,” she answered without looking at

was something she could

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

help but hesitate when she thought about her

the old man sneered at Lin Xinyan. He felt that it

didn’t want to