Kyoto kisses her

In Chapter 2, he said: "I've disturbed the landlady's mood."

Su Ruoyun slipped on her high heels by the platform, barely having time to catch her breath. Regardless of whether the other person was Huo Jingcheng or any other customer or employee, it was wrong of her to pour tea on someone like that, even if it was unintentional.

She jogged down the stairs and past the landing before she could see the man clearly. He was dressed in a suit and tie, his right hand in his trouser pocket, his suit jacket draped over his elbow. Even from a distance, she could feel the man's restrained yet cold aura.

A man like that is obviously not someone you can get along with.

Su Ruoyun's heart tightened, and she finally stopped a meter away from Huo Jingcheng.

Hearing footsteps, Huo Jingcheng lifted his eyelids and a woman entered his field of vision.

Compared to our first meeting, I can now see the woman's true appearance clearly. Apart from her beautiful voice that speaks in a soft, melodious Wu dialect, she is undoubtedly beautiful.

Two or three strands of hair drifted out and floated beside her ears, making her face appear even smaller. Her almond-shaped eyes were hazy, like the moonlight, and seemed to hide a wisp of morning mist.

His gentle and refined appearance seemed to be a completely different person from the woman who had forcefully embraced him on the street last night.

With just a glance, Huo Jingcheng recognized the person and then looked away.

Xiao Li had already given Huo Jingcheng a clean towel. Huo Jingcheng held the towel in his hand, gently wiping himself. His movements were casual, yet he managed to exude a certain elegance.

Su Ruoyun took a deep breath and apologized again: "I'm sorry, Mr. Huo, it's my fault. I thought no one was outside before I poured the tea down. I didn't see you for a moment."

She paused slightly, then continued, "Your meal today is on the house, and our teahouse will also give you—"

Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to interrupt her.

Su Ruoyun stared blankly at his half-raised arm, not understanding what his action meant.

All I heard him say was, "It's my fault. I didn't come in through the main entrance and I also ruined the proprietress's good mood for pouring water. Just charge the normal price."

"..."

Su Ruoyun remained silent for a moment, not taking his polite words seriously. "...Mr. Huo, this is my problem. No matter who was the one whose tea was spilled today, our teahouse will take responsibility. Not charging is just the smallest way to apologize. You can also make any other requests you may have."

She meant that if Huo Jingcheng asked her to give him expensive tea as a gift, she would.

Standing to the side, Xiao Li, who understood what she meant, glanced at Su Ruoyun in surprise. When did the money-loving boss lady change her ways?

"Could the proprietress take me to handle this?" Huo Jingcheng stared intently at Su Ruoyun and spoke slowly, "I have a dinner engagement tonight."

This request is reasonable.

"Okay, please come with me." Su Ruoyun nodded, then raised her hand in a gesture of invitation to Huo Jingcheng, and instructed Xiao Li to go and work in the front yard.

Only her lounge in the entire teahouse had a bathing area, so Su Ruoyun led her to the backyard.

The two strolled along the winding corridor. The deeper they went into the courtyard, the quieter the environment became, with only the clattering of their high heels on the ground.

The front and back yards weren't far apart; we arrived in no time.

Su Ruoyun unlocked the door with her key, and after pushing it open, she used her right hand to brace against the door panel and stepped aside to let Huo Jingcheng go first. "Mr. Huo, please."

Su Ruoyun rarely stays overnight here, so the room was tidy and clean, and there was nothing that needed to be done, so she let Huo Jingcheng walk in directly.

Upon entering the room, Su Ruoyun looked at the extra man, crossed her arms in front of her, and had a strange, indescribable feeling. Neither her father nor her brother had ever been to this room before, yet an outsider had entered.

"There's a bathroom inside, you can take a shower there. I'll take care of your clothes for you."

Compared to her unusual restraint, it was as if Huo Jingcheng was the owner of the house, standing casually at the door, surveying the interior furnishings, "I've already asked my assistant to bring some clothes."

"Okay, I'll go get you a bath towel."

After Su Ruoyun found new bath towels and clothes, Huo Jingcheng had already entered the bathroom. The sound of rushing water was suggestive. The frosted glass door was covered by a thin layer of mist, and only a tall and slender figure could be vaguely seen.

She raised her hand and gently knocked on the bathroom door. The sound of water inside stopped, and Su Ruoyun said, "Mr. Huo, the bath towel is at the door. I also found some new clothes. If they fit, you can wear them." Half a second later, a deep male voice floated out, "Okay."

Su Ruoyun placed the bath towel, T-shirt, and sports shorts on the washstand, then turned around and picked up Huo Jingcheng's suit, trousers, and shirt that were on it.

Since Huo Jingcheng had already said that his assistant would bring clothes, Su Ruoyun would take the soiled clothes back and deal with them herself. So she found a paper bag, folded the three pieces of clothing, and put them in.

A phone call came in, and as she looked at the name on the screen, she subconsciously glanced in the direction of the bathroom. A strange sense of guilt washed over her, and she took her phone and left the room.

When she came back in, Huo Jingcheng had already taken a shower and was standing by the window smoking. His hands were on the windowsill, a cigarette between his left fingers. His back was broad and upright, and even his T-shirt could not hide his mature and steady demeanor.

Hearing the door open, he glanced at Su Ruoyun halfway back, then stubbed out his cigarette on the windowsill and walked back.

Su Ruoyun walked straight to the sofa, took a clean glass from the tray, filled it with water, and placed it on the coffee table near the window.

"By the way, how did Mr. Huo end up coming in from the east gate?"

Judging from the location, Huo Jingcheng entered from the east gate, which is why he passed under the eaves of the Guanlan private room.

On various apps, she only uploaded the main entrance, which is where customers and employees enter. The east entrance is where she enters and exits.

Huo Jingcheng sat down on a single sofa on one side and replied briefly, "I passed by here before and just happened to find it."

Su Ruoyun nodded.

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent again, and silence lingered in the air.

Just then, the cell phone on the coffee table rang.

Huo Jingcheng bent down to pick up the phone and answered: "Hello."

"Mr. Huo, I've arrived at Yichuan Tobacco Tea House. Where are you in the tea house?"

"..."

Huo Jingcheng followed Su Ruoyun into the backyard, so he naturally didn't bother to remember the route.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun raised her eyelids and offered, "Should I talk to him?"

"Thank you for your help, boss lady." Huo Jingcheng readily handed over his phone.

Su Ruoyun smiled and said, "It's no trouble at all."

She gave Huo Jingcheng's assistant a few instructions on the phone, and the assistant understood the directions. She then returned the phone to him.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

Su Ruoyun opened the door. Lin Cheng looked up and saw that the person who opened the door was a beautiful woman. He glanced inside and, to his delight, saw his boss sitting leisurely on the sofa.

He also guessed that the beautiful woman who opened the door must be the proprietress.

After entering, Lin Cheng placed the paper bag on the coffee table. "Mr. Huo, as you asked, I have bought the clothes: a suit, trousers, and a shirt."

While Huo Jingcheng was changing clothes in the room, Su Ruoyun and Lin Cheng went outside.

Su Ruoyun leaned against the metal railing, listlessly opened her phone, and started playing a match-3 game.

Lin Cheng's gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, fell on the proprietress on one side. Her slender waist was so delicate it seemed one could grasp it with one hand, her figure was graceful, and her face was pretty and delicate.

This woman is supposedly being kept by his boss's arch-enemy.

(End of this chapter)