Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 33 Do you really like that teahouse owner?
A soft touch spread from between the lips, like a feather gently brushing against them, seeping into the nerves in subtle ways.

In just a few seconds, before Huo Jingcheng could react, Su Ruoyun suddenly pushed him backward, causing him to stagger and take a while to regain his balance.

Before he could say anything, a girl's voice, tinged with annoyance, suddenly rang out from inside the room.

"Mr. Huo, please have some self-respect."

Su Ruoyun spoke clearly, her words resounding and righteous, her clear eyes filled with her own emotions as she looked at Huo Jingcheng with resentment.

It was as if the person in front of her was a heinous villain who had stolen a kiss from her.

"..." Huo Jingcheng.

He raised an eyebrow and gazed at her leisurely. After half a second, he spoke slowly and deliberately: "If I remember correctly, you were the one who bumped into me."

Huo Jingcheng's unspoken message was that he hadn't even told her to have some self-respect yet.

As the man finished speaking, an invisible awkwardness quietly spread through the air, and all emotions were abruptly cut off.

"..." Su Ruoyun.

She gave a soft "Oh," the last syllable lingering in the air. Her thoughts seemed tangled, and it took her a while to slowly process them before she asked in a low voice, "Is that so?"

She silently answered herself: It seems so.

"That……"

Su Ruoyun hesitated, then forced the words out, "I have self-respect, so stay away from me."

The only response she received was a soft "hmm," barely audible as it brushed past her ear.

She turned her face away, avoiding his gaze, and lowered her eyes, her eyes fixed on his long legs outlined by his suit trousers. She feigned composure, but her voice trembled slightly: "It was just an accident, Mr. Huo, there's no need to worry about it."

The last time she sat on his lap, Huo Jingcheng told her not to worry; but this time, the roles have been reversed, and it's now her turn to carefully tell him not to worry.

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng turned his head slightly and looked at Su Ruoyun. He saw that her hands were awkwardly folded in front of her, and the subtle movements revealed her nervousness.

Su Ruoyun, still worried, repeatedly emphasized, "Please don't take it to heart."

As she spoke, she raised her head and met the man's gaze. Their eyes briefly collided in mid-air.

Her heart suddenly raced, as if she had been burned, and she lowered her head to cover her brows. "I can't find the 'Classic of Tea' right now, I'll find it for you later."

Huo Jingcheng remained calm, as if the kiss just now was nothing more than a trivial interlude. "Okay, thank you for your trouble, Boss Yun."

"Then I won't see Mr. Huo out."

These words clearly imply an order to leave.

Huo Jingcheng readily agreed and took a step to leave the main courtyard. He had only taken one step when Su Ruoyun's voice suddenly rang out behind him, calling out to him.

"and many more."

He turned his head and saw a girl with red lips, white teeth, and a pretty face standing in front of the rosewood table, her hands still awkwardly crossed in front of her.

Su Ruoyun raised her eyebrows slightly, her gaze sweeping across his thin lips like a dragonfly skimming the water, before she lowered her eyes again and pursed her lips: "Wipe your mouth."

She had applied a light pink lip gloss, and although she had only lightly touched it, it had inevitably stained the man's thin lips, creating a noticeable rosy tint. A tissue box was placed on the curved-legged Ruyi half-table by the door; Su Ruoyun gestured to Huo Jingcheng, indicating its location.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly raised his arm casually, his thumb brushing across his thin lips, wiping away the traces of passion. The movement was extremely flirtatious. Then, he raised his eyes seriously, his clear gaze locking onto her directly. "Anything else?"

Su Ruoyun, her delicate features tense, uttered two words expressionlessly: "That's all."

After saying that, she didn't look at Huo Jingcheng at the door again. She turned around sharply, her hair twirling in the air before sticking back to her bare back, and walked straight to the tea table.

Stepping across the threshold, Huo Jingcheng lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the red at his fingertips. He gently rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, and the pale pink quickly spread across his fingertips.

……

In the covered walkway, dappled sunlight cast shadows, and a tall and upright figure stood quietly, his posture relaxed.

The sound of footsteps approaching gradually grew clearer. Qi Zhiwen, a cigarette dangling from his lips, slowly turned around, saw Huo Jingcheng, raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Oh ho, so fast?"

Not long ago, when it was time for Mr. Tang's reserved private room at Ruyuan, Qi Zhiwen and Mr. Tang parted ways in the front yard. After asking the waiter at the front desk, he learned where his friend had gone and followed the winding corridor to the main courtyard.

Having witnessed that 'heated' scene, I didn't dare disturb the two of them. I quietly slipped out of the main courtyard.

Where is President Tang?

Qi Zhiwen said jokingly, "It was time half an hour ago. You were so engrossed in your sweet moments that you forgot about the time."

On the way back, Huo Jingcheng and Qi Zhiwen sat in the back seat of the car, while Lin Cheng focused on the steering wheel and drove steadily in the driver's seat.

After exchanging a few words about business, Qi Zhiwen suddenly blurted out, "You really like that boss lady?"

Seeing that Huo Jingcheng didn't respond, he continued, "I asked the female employee at the front desk. In just two weeks, you've been to this 'Yichuan Tobacco' teahouse seven or eight times. The Lion Peak Longjing tea you had at noon was worth a fortune."

Huo Jingcheng leaned casually against the leather chair, his long legs, encased in black suit trousers, crossed over. He glanced down at the emails on his phone and spoke nonchalantly, "Instead of worrying about me, you should worry more about your ex-wife."

Qi Zhiwen gritted his teeth and said, "Hey, you know how to talk."

They deliberately poke at the sore spots.

Not wanting to discuss the topic any further, he changed the subject to official business, saying, "This morning, I spoke with Su Mingyan on the phone, and he still wouldn't budge."

In the business world, everyone operates independently. Hengfeng's bringing the Bank of China into the fold does not mean it will relinquish its own interests.

Huo Jingcheng wasn't too surprised; his expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected this outcome. "I'll call him again later."

"I don't know how Su Mingyan was born. He's got a heart full of tricks, like a honeycomb. I've never seen him so wicked before," Qi Zhiwen complained.

"He secured the development project one day and then pulled in a competitor to join forces. People in Beijing's elite circles have been praising Su Mingyan, saying he's good at dealing with people, but he's probably good at lying..."

As he spoke, Qi Zhiwen recalled the rumors circulating outside that the proprietress of the "Yichuan Tobacco" teahouse was Su Mingyan's mistress, Xiao Xing'er.

Putting everything else aside, the proprietress was indeed beautiful, with regular and delicate features and a pretty face.

The topic veered off course again, and he tentatively asked, "Are you trying to annoy Su Mingyan, or..."

After a moment's hesitation, Qi Zhiwen added, "You really like that teahouse owner?"

Please read on, mua~
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