Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 3: Was she really being kept by someone?

After Huo Jingcheng changed his clothes, he opened the door and walked out. Only Lin Cheng was standing at the door. He then looked around and found that the place was empty.

Meeting Huo Jingcheng's questioning gaze, Lin Cheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration and explained, "The landlady said she went to wash her hands."

As soon as she finished speaking, the clattering of high heels came from inside. Su Ruoyun walked in gracefully and, seeing two grown men standing in the doorway, couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

She hadn't noticed the metal railing was covered in dust, and her arm had landed on it, getting dust on both arms. That's why she went to wash her hands at the sink outside, and when she came back, she saw Huo Jingcheng and Lin Cheng standing face to face.

Huo Jingcheng glanced at Lin Cheng calmly, "It's nothing."

Seeing this, Lin Cheng pursed his lips, lowered his head and stepped aside to make way for Su Ruoyun. His eyes were fixed on the pattern on the floor tiles, and a bold and impossible idea flashed through his mind.

His boss probably has ulterior motives.

Meanwhile, Su Ruoyun raised her hand to close the door, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over a certain spot, "These clothes..."

She pointed to the handbag on the sofa.

Huo Jingcheng followed her gaze and looked inside, also seeing the paper bag. His voice remained calm as he asked, "Didn't the proprietress say she would help me deal with it?"

"...Okay, then please send someone to pick it up another day when you have time."

By the time we got back to the Guanlan private room, it was almost four o'clock.

Huo Jingcheng sat casually on the tatami mat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his right leg bent and his left elbow resting on his raised left knee. Several tea classics were placed on the tea table, and he casually opened one and began to read.

Before brewing or preparing tea, one should wash their hands and burn incense.

In the basin, the clear water rippled, rose petals floated and swirled in the water, a pair of jade hands, fingers slender and long, knuckles distinct, nails round and clean, and faint blue lines could be seen under the fair skin. Because of her thinness, even without exertion, her bones and muscles were visible.

The only flaw is the bite mark on the tiger's mouth.

After washing one's hands, one should burn incense.

With a "sizzle," the match was quickly lit. Su Ruoyun moved the tip of the incense stick to the blue inner flame, and by the time the match went out, the incense stick was lit.

A wisp of smoke rose gently, filling the quiet private room with its lingering fragrance.

At this moment, even the onlookers seemed to calm down.

Huo Jingcheng put the tea manual back on the tea table and stared intently as Su Ruoyun raised her hand to pluck incense.

Suddenly, he spoke up: "The client I had arranged to meet this afternoon had to go out of town at the last minute. He had to catch a flight, so we talked on the way to the airport. After he boarded the plane, I drove here."

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun was distracted and unconsciously glanced to the side. Was this... an explanation to her?

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a burning sensation on my fingertips.

Without bothering to explain, she quickly withdrew her hand, looked down and saw her slightly swollen fingers. She pinched her earlobe with her burned fingers to restore her fingertips to normal temperature before inserting the incense stick into the lotus incense holder.

Su Ruoyun returned to the tea table and sat opposite Huo Jingcheng.

The man in front of me had a few buttons undone on his shirt collar, which was slightly open, revealing his full Adam's apple. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing an expensive watch on his left wrist. Compared to wearing a T-shirt and athletic shorts, his shirt and trousers exuded the charm of a steady man.

A tea stove sits on the tea table in front of me, the tea already boiling and making a bubbling sound.

Su Ruoyun reached out and took a handkerchief, wrapped it around the handle, and gently lifted the purple clay teapot.

She thought she would lose her composure under Huo Jingcheng's watchful gaze, but to her surprise, her movements were surprisingly steady.

Warm the cup, add the tea leaves... serve the tea.

After brewing the tea, she placed the teacup next to Huo Jingcheng.

Huo Jingcheng didn't rush to drink the tea; instead, he focused his gaze on Su Ruoyun's hands.

Su Ruoyun followed his gaze and looked down. The bite mark on her hand was obvious. She tried to cover it with her thumb, but the bite mark was not completely covered. Instead, it was faintly visible, which made people think even more.

All I heard was the man sitting opposite me say, "This logo is quite unique."

Su Ruoyun's face flushed instantly, two red blushes rising on her fair cheeks, even her ears turning red. She cleared her throat, discreetly picked up the utensils, and no longer looked at Huo Jingcheng sitting opposite her, began to prepare tea and perform tea-related entertainment.

From pounding tea, grinding tea... to the seven-ingredient tea ceremony, and finally to the tea-making performances.

She is beautiful, and her posture is pleasing to the eye.

Su Ruoyun held a tea ladle, preparing to scoop water for her painting. "Mr. Huo, what kind of design would you like to have drawn?"

She lifted her eyelids and met Huo Jingcheng's eyes. The man's eyelids were creased with wrinkles, revealing an indescribable depth.

He said, "Bamboo."

Su Ruoyun's hand paused slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

The tea foam diluted and turned white, and white bamboo appeared to leap up.

She presented the Jianzhan teacup, and while Huo Jingcheng admired it, she leaned on the corner of the tea table, stood up, and washed her hands again in the basin of water.

The water, which was originally warm, had long since cooled down.

"Use it slowly."

After speaking, Su Ruoyun left, and another female tea server from the teahouse took her place and went into the private room.

He picked up the Jianzhan teacup in front of him and took a sip.

A short while later, the sound of a zither filled with the sounds of spears and swords clashing filled the private room; it was the Guangling San.

"The one playing the piano is..."

"Oh, it's our boss's wife." Seeing Huo Jingcheng's interest, Xiao Chen added, "Our boss's wife's piano skills are absolutely superb."

"Sometimes when the proprietress is in a good mood, she will play the zither in the teahouse."

As he spoke, Huo Jingcheng moved to the front window and looked out at the rolling green hills. He inadvertently recalled the question Su Ruoyun had asked him: how did he know there was an entrance at the East Gate?

This courtyard belongs to the Su family. A long time ago, he was led by someone to sneak in through the east gate. As for who he came in with...

Thinking of that man, Huo Jingcheng clicked his tongue inwardly, thinking how unlucky he was.

Seeing that Huo Jingcheng's teacup was empty, Xiao Chen took the initiative to refill it. After filling it with water, he heard the man's deep and magnetic voice say, "You can go out now."

Xiao Chen was slightly disappointed and left with his head down.

Huo Jingcheng leaned against the window, preparing to smoke a cigarette to calm his nerves, but he didn't expect to hear something from the corner of the wall.

"Is the legend true?" A soft female voice drifted in.

The news was spreading like wildfire outside, and those of them working inside had also heard about it.

The other person quickly shushed him, "You want to get fired too, don't you? Have you forgotten why Xiao Liu left last time? You should know what you can and can't talk about."

"Let's just talk about it quietly here, so the landlady won't find out," the woman said, deliberately lowering her voice. "So the landlady is really being kept by someone?"

Huo Jingcheng paused in his hand as he lit his cigarette.

Seeing that the other person was distracted, she urged again, "Hey, tell me."

Finally, exhausted from being pestered, he finally spoke up: "Pretty much, isn't that what everyone outside is saying?"

"No wonder. This location is worth 100,000 yuan per square meter. Such a large three-courtyard house. I wonder where the proprietress, who is so young, got so much money. She can set such high prices in a teahouse and people still come to drink. It must be because of the wealthy patron behind her."

"I heard that person is General Manager Su from Hengfeng."

Upon hearing the familiar name, Huo Jingcheng raised an eyebrow. Su Mingyan… The image of the swaying woman flashed through his mind again.

A wolf in sheep's clothing and a gentle, refined proprietress?
In his youth, Mr. Huo would also climb over walls with his best friend.

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