Stealing Your Heart (Lin Xinyan) novel Chapter 203

Stealing Your Heart Chapter 203

“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.

“Ms. Lin, 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 hurried explained, “I won’t take advantage of this knowledge…”

“I know.”

Lin Xinyan trusted her wholly.

The old man, however, ignored Qin Ya completely and said, “I’m only going to teach her and her alone.”

The whole room went silent at the sound of that.

“You’re only 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 old man was merely a tailor.

He even chose Lin Xinyan personally. Did he think that Lin Xinyan had some kind of talent?

The old 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 me your master.”

Lin Xinyan was more than happy to do so, yet she struggled to understand why he picked her specifically.

That made her surprised.

She felt uneasy about this, so she didn’t agree to it immediately.

“What do you see in my 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 his daughter.

The old man looked 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 trembled a little, and he said calmly, “She has the talent.”

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

He pretended to cough to avoid Zong Jinghao’s gaze.

“Y’all don’t seem to trust me, and I don’t bother teaching anyone who isn’t honest. Please leave,” the old man said, before getting up and opening a side door.

“Wait!” Lin Xinyan yelled after him. Maybe all art practitioners had the same weird temper, she figured.